Capítulo 55: A Race Through the Flames
The aftermath of Jin's confrontation with Saria and Renik hung heavy in the air. The gold brother lay unconscious nearby, his wounds now healed, but Jin stood tall amidst the wreckage, his sword gleaming faintly as it rested in his scabbard. The battlefield was eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos just moments before. Jin exhaled deeply, his sharp gaze scanning the horizon, knowing this was far from over.
Suddenly, a deafening explosion shattered the silence. A plume of fire and smoke erupted in the distance, its origin unmistakably the palace. The fiery glow reflected in Jin's eyes, his heart pounding as he realized the gravity of the situation. Without hesitation, he muttered to himself, "Rebekah… the king."
His body moved instinctively. In a blur of motion, Jin darted forward, his feet gliding over the uneven terrain as he leapt from wall to wall, his momentum propelling him with ease. Buildings blurred past him as he raced through the city, the acrid smell of burning wood and stone filling the air. Flames licked the sides of structures, their embers trailing behind him as he pushed forward.
Jin's form was a streak of determination, his training evident in every precise movement. He bounded off collapsing rooftops, his boots landing silently before he launched himself again. The cries of frightened civilians echoed below, but Jin's focus was fixed on the looming palace, its grand silhouette now marred by smoke and destruction.
As he approached the palace, Jin leapt onto a towering wall, balancing for a brief moment before launching himself upward. The grand structure came into view, its iron ceiling gleaming faintly beneath layers of soot and debris. Without slowing, Jin unsheathed his sword in a fluid motion, the blade cutting through the air with precision. With a powerful slash, he tore through the iron ceiling, creating a gaping hole above the throne room.
Jin descended through the opening, his coat billowing as he landed gracefully on the polished marble floor. His boots struck the ground with a resonant thud, the sound echoing through the tense silence of the room. Dust and shards of iron fell around him, catching the faint light of the fires raging outside.
His eyes immediately locked onto the scene before him. Rebekah, her arms bound in heavy chains, stood motionless, her mouth sealed to muffle any cries. The king, seated on his throne, appeared helpless, his face pale with fear. Between them stood Vorthax, his presence radiating an unsettling mix of power and madness. His blade, gleaming with a malevolent aura, was poised threateningly in the air.
Vorthax's crimson eyes flickered towards Jin, his lips curling into a sinister smile. "Ah, the Bastard son of the Free World arrives," he mused, his voice dripping with mockery. "You're just in time to witness the end of one dynasty… and the beginning of another."
Jin said nothing, his piercing gaze locked on Vorthax. His hand instinctively tightened around the hilt of his sword as the tension in the room thickened. The weight of the moment pressed heavily on his shoulders, but Jin remained calm, his cold demeanor masking the storm brewing within.
The room seemed to hold its breath as the two figures stood facing each other, their energies colliding in an unspoken challenge.
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