Chapter 4: Rebellion
The sword came down—a blur of holy steel, swift as judgment, destined to sever Zephyr's neck.
But in the instant before it could land, his eyes snapped open, burning with a red glow that hadn't been there before.
He moved.
No one saw how—whether by instinct, willpower, or some force neither divine nor damned. The blade slammed into the marble execution block, splitting it in two. A shockwave cracked through the courtyard, sending the gathered crowd staggering back.
Gasps erupted.
Zephyr stumbled to his feet, still half-blind, still aching in every nerve, but breathing.
Alive.
The Royal guardians tensed. Pressure erupted into the air—like a tide crashing over the palace. Aether warped and screamed in unseen frequencies, all directed at one person— zephyr still staggering back suddenly felt pressure on his body.
Bam
His body hit the ground with force, shattering his ribs on impact, he immediately fainted but the body didn't seem to know the meaning of backing down, despite being unconscious the body begun to wiggle under the pressure, skin cracking releasing blood. The only sound was the sound of dripping blood.
Then, amidst the silence, a voice pierced the chaos.