Capítulo 20: The Lightning Queen
Caspian adjusted his cloak as he stepped toward the parking area near the church.
'Something feels unfinished,' he thought to himself.
Bloodmoon had long since gone silent.
Just as he reached the parking lot, a commotion at the far end of the church grounds caught his attention.
"Wooooo,"
"Whoooo's that?,"
Raised voices and the gathering of a curious crowd drew him like a magnet.
"What now?" Caspian muttered, his steps quickening.
His curiosity was piqued.
As he pushed through the growing throng, his gaze fell upon a sleek black car with a distinct insignia emblazoned on its side—the crest of the Storm Sovereign Guild, one of the five most powerful guilds in the human nations.
The name hit him like a jolt.
"Valtira Reyes," he whispered, his heart pounding.
The Lightning Queen.
He remembered her vividly from the novel, a legendary figure possessing the Bloodline of Zeus.
Her power was awe-inspiring, and her deeds bordered on mythical.
It was said she had cleared an S-rank portal alone, a feat unheard of even among the elite.
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(POV: Valtira Reyes)
The hum of the engine faded as Valtira Reyes adjusted her gloves, her expression calm and composed.
She stepped out of the vehicle, her signature black and gold combat suit radiating authority.
Click-click-click-click!
You're my idol mam!
Mam can I get your signature!
Is it really Lightning queen!
"Ma'am, we've arrived at the church," her driver informed her, stepping aside to give her space.
Valtira gave a curt nod, her eyes scanning the modest structure before her.
Her lips curved into a faint frown.
The usual murmurs of a curious crowd greeted her arrival, but she ignored them as she often did.
"Same as always," she muttered under her breath, her tone indifferent.
However, just as she was about to dismiss her surroundings, an unnatural sensation washed over her—a creeping chill that settled into her bones.
Her innate skill, Heightened Kill Sense, stirred to life, alerting her to an anomaly.
"What—" she began, her words halting as her eyes locked onto a figure among the crowd.
At first glance, it was nothing extraordinary: a small boy draped in a cloak, his form almost frail in the sea of taller, sturdier figures.
Yet her skill screamed otherwise.
The kill aura radiating from him was suffocating, like a dark storm cloud blotting out the sun.
Valtira's heart raced.
She had seen death auras before—hunters, assassins, even warlords who had bathed in blood—but this?
This was something else entirely.
The numbers refused to stabilize, fluctuating wildly before overwhelming her senses entirely.
"This can't be right," she murmured, her hand instinctively tightening.
The sheer weight of the aura suggested a kill count in the millions, perhaps more.
It wasn't just the volume that unnerved her but the nature of it—cold, ancient, and filled with a malice that seemed almost alive.
Her gaze sharpened, and for the first time in years, she felt a flicker of genuine fear.
"Impossible," she whispered, her eyes narrowing as she focused on the boy.
He seemed... normal, almost fragile.
There was no way someone so young could bear such a burden.
And yet, the aura didn't lie.
"Ma'am?" one of her subordinates ventured cautiously, sensing her hesitation.
"Quiet," Valtira commanded, her tone clipped.
She stepped forward, her every instinct urging her to confront the enigma before her.
"How," she whispered under her breath, her gaze locked on Caspian.
The crowd seemed to fade into the background as the Lightning Queen and the boy locked eyes.
For the first time in years, Valtira felt truly uncertain about what she was dealing with.
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(POV: Caspian Arcwright)
Caspian shifted uncomfortably under the intense gaze of the woman in the distance.
Her piercing Ash grey eyes seemed to bore into him.
"Hey, Bloodmoon," he muttered under his breath. "do you know why she's staring at me like that?"
{I have no idea, child,}
{But I must ask… by any chance, do you know the future?}
"Why do you ask that?" he whispered.
{You speak of events and people with a familiarity —It's as if you carry knowledge far beyond what you should know.}
"Well…" Caspian said, glancing back at Valtira.
Her eyes hadn't left him, her expression a mix of disbelief and something far colder.
"Yeah, I know some things about the future. I'll explain later."
"Let's just leave," Caspian muttered.
Turning away, he made his way back to the car.
His driver, waiting patiently beside the vehicle, opened the door for him.
"Let's go," Caspian said.
The driver nodded without question, stepping into the front seat as Caspian approached the rear.
Just as Caspian's hand touched the edge of the car door, a sudden wave of dizziness washed over him.
The world around him began to blur, the vivid colors of the afternoon fading into a hazy grayscale.
"What...?" Caspian whispered.
{Caspian! Stay conscious!}
But it was too late.
Caspian vision went completely dark.
..
Caspian's head throbbed as he slowly came back to his senses.
He blinked a few times.
The last thing he remembered was reaching for the car door before his vision blacked out.
Now, he found himself seated on a sturdy wooden chair in an unfamiliar place.
Voices drifted to him as he regained full awareness.
"Hey, ma'am, is it alright to capture someone like that?" a woman's voice asked.
"It's okay," came the firm reply. "I just want to confirm something. If he is what I think, he will die."
"But he looks like a child."
Caspian tilted his head slightly to glance at the speakers.
Two women stood before him, one radiating authority and poise.
Her ash-grey eyes gleamed like storm clouds, her long white hair cascading over her shoulders.
The other was less striking, appearing more like a subordinate.
But their attention was fixated on him.
"Hey, child," the white-haired woman Valtira asked, "Are you alright?"
Caspian narrowed his eyes, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
"You're the one who kidnapped me, and now you're asking if I'm alright? Makes perfect sense."
Caspian furrowed his brows, trying to piece things together.
He remembered Valtira from the novel—a woman with an unshakable sense of duty and justice.
She wasn't the kind of person who would kidnap someone without a reason.
So why would she do this?
The Valtira lips curled upward in a faint smirk, but her expression quickly turned serious.
"Let me ask you directly," she said, stepping closer. "Who are you?"
Caspian blinked, his expression confused.
"Me? I'm Caspian."
"I'm not asking for your name," she snapped.
"I'm asking who you really are. And don't even think about lying to me. I know everything about your murders. Who are you? A demon disguised as a child?"
Murders? He had never killed anyone in his life!
"I don't know what you're talking about," Caspian said.
"I haven't murdered anyone."
Valtira's sharp eyes narrowed.
"You expect me to believe that?" she asked coldly. "The aura of death surrounding you... it's unlike anything I've ever seen. It's not human."
Caspian clenched his fists, frustration boiling inside him.
"I swear, I haven't killed anyone!"
Valtira stared at him in silence for a long moment.
Her ash-grey eyes were like piercing daggers, trying to unearth the truth.
Finally, she sighed and stood.
"If that's the case, then you won't mind explaining what this is," she said, gesturing to him with a wave of her hand.
"I can't explain something I don't understand!" Caspian shouted, his voice tinged with desperation.
Valtira's patience snapped.
SLAP!SLAP!
She stepped forward and delivered two quick slaps to his face, the sharp sound echoing in the room.
"Now tell me," she said, her tone icy. "Who. Are. You?"
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