Chapter 56: The Tyrant’s Command
The royal palace stood silent, its gilded halls now shadowed by the presence of two titans. Jin and Vorthax locked eyes from across the expanse of the throne room. The air between them was heavy, electric with unspoken power. The faint flicker of torches along the walls cast ominous shadows as the wind howled through shattered windows.
Neither spoke. The tension was palpable, a silent promise of devastation. Then, as if on cue, the wind shifted, and Vorthax acted.
With a flick of his fingers, The Tyrant's Command manifested—a pulse of psychic energy rippling outward. It was not merely an attack but a dominion over the wills of others, bending them to his desires. The wave surged toward Jin, invisible yet overwhelming.
Jin didn't flinch. His cold gaze met Vorthax's, and with the faintest tilt of his head, he countered. From the depths of his mind, he unleashed The Will, his own psychic force. It crashed against Vorthax's Command in a collision of pure power, filling the air with an ethereal hum that grew into a deafening roar.
The room erupted.
Walls cracked and splintered under the pressure. The marble floor beneath them fractured, scattering shards of stone into the air. Chandeliers exploded into glittering fragments, and the very ceiling groaned as fissures spread across its surface. Outside, the force rippled outward into the city. Citizens collapsed under the weight of the psychic clash, their minds overwhelmed by the sheer intensity. Sentinels stationed outside the palace staggered, gripping their weapons as they struggled to remain standing.
Inside, the pressure peaked. With a thunderous crack, the clash of energies concluded as Jin's Will surged forward, overpowering Vorthax. The psychic force slammed into him, hurling his armored form into a distant wall. The impact left a crater in the stone, dust and debris cascading around him. Yet Vorthax rose unscathed, his dark armor gleaming, its enchantments absorbing the damage with eerie ease.
As Vorthax stepped forward, his movements deliberate and menacing, Jin's eyes shifted. A faint white glow flickered through his irises—The Sight. This ability unveiled the unseen, granting him foresight into his opponent's every move.
Vorthax's hand moved to his side, unsheathing his blade, an ominous blackened weapon that radiated malevolence. Jin mirrored the motion, drawing his slender longsword, its polished edge glinting with faint energy. The room seemed to hold its breath.
And then they clashed.
Jin lunged forward, his blade a silver blur. Vorthax met him mid-stride, their swords ringing out in an otherworldly tone as they collided. Sparks ignited with every strike, the air between them charged with raw energy.
Jin moved with precision, his Sight guiding him. Each of Vorthax's attacks—a vertical slash, a spinning strike, a deceptive feint—unfolded in Jin's mind a moment before they occurred. He sidestepped effortlessly, his blade countering with lethal accuracy.
The clash became a blur of motion, their forms moving faster than the eye could track. Vorthax's blade descended in a sweeping arc, but Jin pivoted, ducking low and delivering a rapid thrust toward Vorthax's torso. Vorthax deflected the strike with inhuman speed, retaliating with a diagonal slash that Jin evaded with a backward leap.
Their swords met again in a grinding lock, sparks cascading like falling stars. Vorthax seized the moment, channeling energy through his blade. Flames erupted, a massive inferno breathing from his sword and consuming everything in its path.
But Jin had already foreseen it.
At the moment the flames erupted, Jin's body shimmered, replaced by a replica. The blazing inferno reduced the replica to ash, leaving the room scorched and blackened. Meanwhile, the real Jin had maneuvered behind Vorthax.
His longsword hummed with power, The Voice channeled into its very edge. The weapon pulsed with an echoing resonance, its energy gathering at the tip.
With a single horizontal swing, Jin released the pent-up energy. The gravitational slash tore through the air, an unstoppable wave of destruction.
The attack struck Vorthax, ripping through his enchanted armor. The force of the strike tore into his shoulder and torso, leaving him bloodied and staggering. The slash continued, obliterating the walls of the palace and tearing through the city beyond. Entire buildings crumbled in its wake—fifty structures reduced to rubble before the attack dissipated.
Jin lowered his blade, the faint glow of The Sight fading from his eyes. He cast a cold, unfeeling gaze toward Vorthax, who clutched his wounded side, his breathing labored yet defiant.
"You should know," Jin said, his voice calm yet filled with an unshakable resolve, "you're already a dead man."
The room fell silent, save for the distant sounds of destruction echoing from the city outside.
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