Bab 57: Chaos Dominion
The ruins of the palace crackled under the strain of battle. Jin stood still, his narrowed gaze fixed on Vorthax, whose body began to repair itself with an eerie efficiency. The wounds and damage inflicted by Jin's devastating slash closed rapidly, his armor knitting itself back together with glimmers of dark energy.
Vorthax's lips curled into a malicious grin. Without warning, his figure blurred, his movement a streak of speed that seemed to defy perception. Jin anticipated the attack, leaping backward just as Vorthax's blade cut through the air where his neck had been a split second earlier. The dodge was seamless, calculated—but Vorthax wasn't finished.
With an even faster follow-up, Vorthax closed the gap in an instant, swinging his blade in a vicious arc. Jin moved to evade, but this time the attack struck true. The razor-sharp edge tore through the fabric of Jin's trench coat, leaving it shredded at the shoulder. Jin landed at the far end of the shattered palace, his boots skidding across the cracked floor as his footing faltered.
His breathing steady but his expression briefly flickering with frustration, Jin reached up, brushing his hand across the torn fabric. The Sight—the faint white glow in his eyes—had vanished, leaving him momentarily blind to Vorthax's speed and unpredictable moves.
Jin steadied himself, his hand instinctively rising to his closed eyes. He muttered under his breath, his voice low but laced with irritation.
"Using The Sight too much… it drains me. I haven't fully mastered it yet," he admitted to himself, his tone clipped with resolve. He inhaled deeply, pushing the frustration aside. "Five minutes… five minutes, and I'll regain it. Until then, I fight without it."
Across the ruined palace, Vorthax's figure shimmered faintly with chaotic energy, his grin widening as he watched Jin recalibrate. Before Jin could fully center himself, Vorthax struck again.
With a burst of speed that shattered the ground beneath his feet, Vorthax closed the distance in an instant, his momentum a blur. This time, he didn't use his blade. His leg swung up in a brutal, calculated kick. Jin's instincts kicked in, but the attack was too fast. The blow struck him cleanly in the chest, sending him flying backward with a force that tore through the crumbling walls of the palace.
Jin's body hurtled out into the open air, smashing into the cobblestone streets below. His momentum carried him into a series of rolling impacts, each one gouging deeper marks into the ground until he finally came to a halt. Dust and debris swirled around him as he planted one knee into the earth, his other leg anchoring him upright. His hand dug into the ground to steady himself, blood dripping faintly from his mouth as he coughed. He straightened slowly, his head tilting upward toward the shattered palace.
Above him, Vorthax hovered, his silhouette illuminated by the flickering flames and chaos spreading through the city. The dark figure descended with an almost regal slowness, landing on the ground before Jin with a smirk of triumph.
"Impressed?" Vorthax sneered, his voice filled with mockery. His tone was almost casual, as if the fight had been nothing more than sport to him. "You look surprised, Jin. I'll do you a favor… and explain."
Vorthax extended his arms outward, a faint pulse of energy emanating from his body as the rubble and debris around them trembled.
"You see," he began, his voice tinged with arrogance, "the thing about my second ability, Chaos Dominion, is that it allows me to absorb every single ounce of chaos energy around me." He gestured toward the city, where flames consumed buildings and panicked screams echoed in the distance. "The destruction… the panic… the chaos—it's all fuel for me. The more disorder there is, the stronger I become. As long as chaos exists, I am unstoppable."
Jin wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, his expression unmoved. He straightened fully, the faint glow of the city's destruction casting shadows across his sharp features. His cold eyes locked onto Vorthax as he exhaled, his voice cutting through the chaos like a blade.
"So, basically," Jin said, his tone steady and laced with disdain, "you're weak. Worthless. Without chaos, you're nothing."
Vorthax's grin faltered for a fraction of a second, his arrogance briefly pierced by the weight of Jin's words. The tension between them grew heavy, like a storm on the verge of breaking.
Status Power Mingguan
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