Chapter 100: Alex vs The Earth Patriarch (20)
Khepri’s face twisted in raw disbelief.
Not awe. Not anger. Disbelief — the kind that digs into the marrow, that screams this shouldn’t be possible.
In one heartbeat, Alex had been dozens of meters away — a glowing blur wrapped in arcs of golden lightning, crackling in the silence that followed his last attack. In the next nanosecond, that blur shattered the space between them like glass, reappearing an arm’s length away. His katana was descending like a verdict.
The kind delivered by the gods.
All around them, the battlefield — once teeming with Khepri’s summoned legion — had become a desolate graveyard. Seventy percent of his stone warriors and divine-forged weapons were obliterated. Not scattered by chaos. Not defeated by attrition but erased by a single motion.
Stone had crumbled into fine particles, transformed into grains of sand that scattered with the lightest breeze. Once mighty weapons, forged for battle, lay in shattered heaps, their shards glistening ominously as they cooled in their remnants.
A thick atmosphere enveloped the battlefield, saturated with the acrid stench of ozone mingling with the charred remnants of earth scorched by some cataclysmic event.
Khepri, caught amid the chaos, felt a rush of emotions surge through him, his eyes widening in shock and awe. His lips parted as if to utter a prayer or perhaps a name, but the words lingered unvoiced, barely escaping his mouth in the weighty silence that followed the chaos.
"That speed... that power... that’s beyond anything a Legend-rank should be capable of..."
But his body? It had no time to fear.
No time to breathe.