Chapter 59: The Tyrant’s Grip
Vorthax's laughter reverberated through the ruined throne room, sharp and mocking, as his grip tightened around King Aegon's throat. The king's pale face twisted in terror, his hands clawing uselessly at Vorthax's iron grasp. Each desperate gasp for air seemed to fuel the tyrant's cruel delight.
"This ends now?" Vorthax sneered, his crimson eyes narrowing. "What a laughable statement, Jin. Perhaps it ends for him…" He shook the king's limp body slightly for emphasis. "…but certainly not for me."
Jin's expression remained cold, unyielding. The flickering fires outside cast sharp shadows across his face, giving him a statuesque presence. Then, faint wisps of dark smoke curled from his eyes, betraying the activation of something powerful and dangerous within him.
"Madagascar," Jin said, his tone calm yet commanding. "I'll need your assistance."
The Red Demon Monkey, still hunched over Rebekah as she healed, glanced up with an annoyed grunt. "You're already barking orders? Typical."
Jin ignored him, his focus returning to the king. With a soundless burst of motion, Jin vanished. In the blink of an eye, King Aegon was no longer in Vorthax's grip. Instead, Jin stood at the far end of the room, the king slumped safely in his arms. The speed of his movement was unnatural—precise and absolute.
Vorthax's grin faltered for a moment before twisting back into a scowl of amused frustration. "Oh, now you're showing your true colors," he growled.
Jin gently lowered the king to the ground, meeting his panicked gaze. "Stay here," he said flatly. "I'll handle this."
The king coughed weakly, clutching at his throat. "You…you must stop him…" he rasped, his voice strained but resolute. "For the Free World."
Jin nodded without a word and rose to his feet. His eyes flickered back to their normal state, and he muttered to himself, "Not here… not now." He couldn't afford to let that power consume him, not in this fragile moment.
Turning to Madagascar, Jin spoke with cold efficiency. "Vorthax absorbs chaos to grow stronger. As long as there's destruction, he's unstoppable. When the opportunity arises, I need you to seal him using the Prison Technique you used in the competition pit."
Madagascar let out a barking laugh, his fanged grin wide with mockery. "You think I take orders from you, Jin? I'm not one of your little Sentinel lackeys."
"You will," Jin said coolly, his voice cutting through the monkey's bravado.
Before Madagascar could retort, Jin blurred forward, closing the distance between himself and Vorthax in an instant. The tyrant's grin returned as he braced for the collision.
The throne room erupted into chaos as Jin and Vorthax collided in a blur of fists and strikes. Each movement was a blur of precision and fury, the sound of their blows echoing like thunder. Vorthax's speed was overwhelming, his chaotic energy augmenting every punch and kick with devastating force.
Jin countered with measured precision, his sharp reflexes keeping him just out of reach of fatal strikes. Vorthax swung a brutal right hook, and Jin ducked beneath it, delivering a sharp jab to the tyrant's ribs. The blow landed, but Vorthax barely flinched, responding with a spinning kick that slammed into Jin's side. The force sent him skidding across the fractured floor, cracks splintering beneath his feet as he struggled to recover.
"You're slowing down," Vorthax taunted, his voice laced with malicious glee. "Have you already run out of tricks, Jin?"
Jin didn't respond. He steadied himself, adjusting his stance as his calculating gaze searched for an opening. Vorthax charged again, his fists blazing with crimson energy. Jin narrowly dodged a flurry of strikes, but a sudden elbow to his shoulder sent him reeling. The marble floor beneath him shattered as he fell, but he pushed himself back up immediately, his expression unfazed.
The Voice Unleashed
Jin exhaled slowly, his focus sharpening. He extended his hand, his fingers curling slightly as the faint hum of The Voice began to build around him. The gravitational energy distorted the air, making the room feel heavier with every passing second.
Vorthax lunged again, his movements impossibly fast. But this time, Jin was ready. With a concussive blast, The Voice erupted outward, its sheer force slamming into Vorthax and sending him flying through the air. The tyrant crashed through a crumbling wall, disappearing into the swirling debris as the palace continued to collapse around them.
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