Chaos' Heir Chapter 1014: Lightning bolt

Chapter 1014: Lightning bolt

The vast cloud released another deep, clicking growl, seemingly replying to Khan's statement. He sensed excitement inside that alien cry but also hesitation. The spell didn't trust him, and for good reason.

Khan and the cloud spell had only managed to cooperate during desperate situations. The ability wasn't something he could control. It wasn't something he should try to control. Khan could only unleash it to let it follow its wild urges.

After all, the cloud couldn't understand complicated reasons. It didn't get political compromises, restrictions, and limits. The spell was pure, pursuing an impossible ideal of freedom with all its power and destroying anything that stood in its path.

In many ways, the cloud had always reflected what Khan was supposed to be. It expressed the core of his element, but he couldn't wield it in his daily life. He had too many duties and problems that went against that unrestrained ideal of freedom, and unleas.h.i.+ng the spell would only damage them.

Clearly, that couldn't continue anymore, not in the evolved realm, not if Khan wanted to obtain the power he sought. Summoning his element's core meant accepting that unreasonable force as the main drive of his life, and his desperation was finally ready to do it. It had always been, but Khan had tried to blend that ability with the other aspects of his life. He didn't want to give up on anything, but that line had been crossed.

Of course, Khan didn't actually think about that complicated stuff. Part of his brain understood it, but his mind was mostly blank, possessed by his current state. He only focused on the cloud, knowing what the next step was.

"[It's fine]," Khan rea.s.sured, sticking to the Niqols language. "[I understand now]."

The cloud remained silent, seemingly doubting Khan, but still reacted. Its fabric grew denser, expressing part of its incredible power. Its uneven, stretched figure darkened, but bright sparks flashed in its insides as if behaving like a natural storm.

The sparks thundered throughout the area, scaring the fabric of the world. That condensed, intense, destructive power made their existence a threat to anything that tried to retain a fixed shape. Even Lord Mighty studied them solemnly, but Khan knew that warning was for him.

"[I can take it]," Khan stated. "[So, give it to me]."

The cloud wouldn't believe mere words, but Khan managed to surprise it. Just like his first time inside the Tors' lab, he stretched his left arm forward, immersing it into that cl.u.s.ter of wild energy.

The first time, Khan had used the [Blood s.h.i.+eld] to protect himself from the cloud's energy. He had also tried to contain it, closing his hands around its edges to understand and suppress

it.

However, Khan now thrust his arm directly into the cloud's structure without summoning any defenses. He had evolved through his element so that violent energy acknowledged it. Shallow cracks still opened on his skin, but that was due to his incomplete attunement with

mana.

Those shallow injuries didn't reflect the event's actual might. A surge of wild urges invaded Khan, flooding his brain and body. That energy could very well destroy him or drive him insane, but nothing similar happened.

If Khan's desperation was a bottomless pit, the cloud's emotions were the most suitable filling. Khan was an infinite well, and those destructive urges were its water, so he took everything, accepting that reflection of his core.

The absorption didn't carry actual energy. It was more of a test from the cloud, evaluating Khan's stance. Needless to say, he pa.s.sed with full marks, and the spell transformed.

Khan and the spell became of one mind, but the latter was primitive. It didn't know how to use its incredible power properly, but Khan's knowledge stepped in, teaching him which shape could push them toward their goal.

The cloud suddenly began to shrink, condensing and brightening. Its thunderous sparks deepened while fusing into a singular shape. The spell tried to give birth to one of Khan's iconic spears but carried too much energy to take such a precise form.

Khan couldn't completely grasp the spell's new shape from his position and honestly didn't care, but Lord Mighty clearly saw it. The cloud was no more. A relatively straight, uneven, and unstable structure had taken form, reminding the Royal Guard of a lightning bolt.

A thunderous clicking cry resounded as soon as the spell compressed as much as possible, seemingly agreeing with Lord Mighty's evaluation. The transformation ended, and Khan grabbed the lightning bolt with his partially damaged arm, ignoring the pain spreading through his palm.

Khan somberly looked at the purple-red lightning bolt, his mind a mess of violent urges. Still, he didn't need to contain or suppress them for once. He was one with the spell, so even that unreasonable energy knew how to behave in that situation.

Lord Mighty saw the partially obscured blue glow move toward him. Khan had lowered his gaze, looking straight at him, and the event excited him to no end. The broadest grin yet filled the Royal Guard's face, and a happy shout escaped his mouth.

"[You will die if you release that thing]!" Lord Mighty warned, but no fear tainted his expression. The opposite, actually. He hoped he would get a chance to clash with the purple- red lightning bolt.

"[Then]," Khan whispered, his Thilku words filling every corner of the arena, "[Let's die together]."

Lord Mighty couldn't have asked for a better reply. He laughed loudly, bending his legs to muster all his strength. He even retracted his right arm before leaping and releasing a battle cry.

"[For the Emperor]!" Lord Mighty cried, his huge figure turning into a bullet that vertically pierced the sky.

Khan moved at the same time, a low clicking cry escaping his mouth as he shot downward at full speed, wielding the lightning bolt in his sole functioning hand. The two warriors instantly reached each other, wasting no move into strategies or battle tactics. That clash had to be a direct confrontation between their best attacks.

However, a figure suddenly appeared between them, and explosions followed.