Chapter 118: Judgement
Alex stood still.
The head of the Earth Clan’s patriarch—Khepri—hung loosely in his grasp, the lifeless expression still etched with disbelief, as if the man couldn’t comprehend the ending of his own story. Blood dripped silently from the severed neck, staining the wreckage below, falling onto burned soil that would never grow life again.
Alex didn’t move, not because he didn’t want to—but because he couldn’t.
His body, having carried him through the impossible, had finally reached its limit. The moment the fight ended, something inside him snapped shut. Muscles locked. Joints stiffened. His blood still ran, but barely. His heart still beat, but sluggishly. Even Nova had to go quiet, likely rerouting all internal energy toward emergency recovery.
The weight of what he’d done, what he had survived, still hadn’t hit him.
It would later.
But now... now, his eyes drifted.
And there, making her way through the cracked terrain, stepping with uncharacteristic care, was Nyxara.
She had done as he asked.
Behind her, a caged procession of traitors—the entirety of Khepri’s bloodline and inner circle—was silent. Most were frozen in horror, eyes locked on the grisly trophy held in Alex’s hand. Others were weeping. A few, catatonic.
But Nyxara wasn’t paying them any mind.