Their clashes intensified, Kael's powers climbing greater heights. Cracks speedily formed across the vast battleground, neither opponent willing to quit.
The harrowing remains of Tyler Darkhaven flashed before Flynn's eyes, the headless corpse of Quinn Darkhaven sending shivers down his soul.
He tempered his resolve, pushing beyond regardless of his retched state.
A decisive clash pushed through teetering swings, their cumulative abilities shrouding the arena in incandescent crimson light once more.
A wave of lamentations followed the battle's conclusion. The tormented spectators painfully said their last words to the worrisome legacy, whose body laid unmoving on the scorch terrain.
Sliced in two, heavily scorched, and scarred all over. The match arrived at a despicable conclusion, many of the Darkhaven folks raining insidious curses at the ominous prince.
Kael's features returned to a neutral state as walked away from the arena, uncaring for what the others had to say.
A few wished to rush down to deal with the taciturn prince, but were stopped by their loved ones, reminding them that such a matter wasn't in their place to interfere.
Chilling whispers flooded his senses, eyes squinted from insurmountable weight. A heavy gash followed from his chest, Kael's unyielding blade ripping through the armour, deeply piercing through flesh and bone.
A deafening scream filled the gargantuan space, crimson energy swaying violently from Flynn. His grip against his blades tightened, a fierce light brewing within the depths of his veiny irises.
A pair of curved blades took form within Flynn's grasp, the image of his dishevelled appearance gritting his teeth before swinging his weapons at the proud legacy.
The clanging sound of highly condensed blood magic permeated the tense atmosphere. Both opponents skillfully shifted across the vast terrain, utilizing their magic in a plethora of creative ways to usurp the other.
Considerable wounds began to build up on their bodie, dreadful swings tearing through the sturdy crimson armor. Blood trickled down the compromised areas of their battle wear, either legacy far too focused on defeating the other to care about their compiling injuries.
Flynn's expression darkened as the fight dragged on. The nerve-rattling image of his opponent flashed in the midst of their heated clashes, stirring deeply suppressed emotions within the shifty challenger.
Chilling whispers flooded his senses, eyes squinted from insurmountable weight. A heavy gash followed from his chest, Kael's unyielding blade ripping through the armour, deeply piercing through flesh and bone.
A deafening scream filled the gargantuan space, crimson energy swaying violently from Flynn. His grip against his blades tightened, a fierce light brewing within the depths of his veiny irises.
Their clashes intensified, Kael's powers climbing greater heights. Cracks speedily formed across the vast battleground, neither opponent willing to quit.
The harrowing remains of Tyler Darkhaven flashed before his eyes, the headless corpse of Quinn Darkhaven sending shivers down his soul.
He tempered his resolve, pushing beyond regardless of his retched state.
A decisive clash pushed through teetering swings, their cumulative abilities shrouding the arena in incandescent crimson light once more.
A wave of lamentations followed the battle's conclusion. The tormented spectators painfully said their last words to the worrisome legacy, whose body laid unmoving on the scorch terrain.
Sliced in two, heavily scorched, and scarred all over. The match arrived at a despicable conclusion, many of the Darkhaven folks raining insidious curses at the ominous prince.
Kael's features returned to a neutral state as walked away from the arena, uncaring for what the others had to say.
A few wished to rush down to deal with the taciturn prince, but were stopped by their loved ones, reminding them that such a matter wasn't in their place to interfere.
The next match was arranged to commence later on, both contestants meeting each other within the unsettling terrains of the arena. Beads of sweat fell from Jayus' face, his lips and brows shifting uncontrollably. Lithe words escaped his quivering lips, eyes watering as dark images flooded his dishevelled senses.
A bloodthirsty beast stood not too far away from him, his crimson armour back to its original state. His eyes were as abysmal as they could ever be—intense, unmoving, laced with an underlying sense of bloodlust.
Jayus' body trembled. He went down on his knees, arms clasped together as he addressed the underworld's spawn.
"Kael! Please! I forfeit! I beg of you, don't kill me. My parents, you know how they are, I'm their only child. They won't be able to handle loosing me. I know I was a fool to challenge you. Even when you gave us a chance to back away, I decided to stay. I thought I could beat you because I was oblivious to the true power you possessed. I was a fool. Please, I'm sorry.
"Even if it means being reduced to a lowly servant, I will humbly accept. Even if I can't best you, I still want to live, not just for my parents, but for the love of my life!"
The expansive space fell into deep silence, a mix of emotions befalling the spiteful crowd. Many detested Kael for slaughtering their scions, wishing for the coming opponents to put an end to his reign of bloodshed. However, there were some who silently rallied behind the undefeated legacy, a powerful sense of pride brewing within their souls.
Yet, they all could relate to one jarring emotion—disgust.
Disgust in the prince who shamefully bowed before the abysmal slayer, pleading for his life.
The elders cursed the disgraceful act, youthful spectators mocking the cowardice of the shaky contestant. A young woman within the crowd shook her head in disappointment, her words oozing a sadistic blend of displeasure and snickering condecent.
Jayus ignored their hateful jabs, his trembling gaze never shifting from the undefeated legacy.
In response to all of this, a bright wave of crimson light consumed the tenebrous space. A longsword materialized within the grasp of the hell spawn, the lunatic grin on his face not swaying for a moment.
The fight was set to continue, regardless of whatever the frightened legacy said.
Jayus' consciousness swayed, the direness of the situation weighing heavy on him. He staggered as he pushed back onto his feet, teeth chattering as he forced himself to accept the reality of his situation.
"I... have to fight you... don't I?" His scattered words were met with heavy silence. He drew a hoarse breath, thoughts racing in response to the uncompromising circumstances.
"I know... I already know that if I fight you, I'll die, won't I?" No answer followed his next question, his heart rate accelerating by the second.
"In that case, I see no point in wasting my energy..."
A crimson blade formed within his hands. He gripped the handle firmly with both hands, his lips trembling as he gathered his resolve.
The next moment, he thrust the luminescent blade through his chest, ceazing his own life.
Chaos ensued within the crowd, the proud members of the Darkhaven Family left confused as to how to feel.
Although it wasn't strange for contestants to take their own life when faced with such a predicament, many weren't expecting the legacy to do the same.
Not after making so many pompous claims in the near past about becoming emperor.
Without delivering a single attack, Kael had won the forth match.
"Che... That coward," from the stands, a man with short black hair and a muscular physique remained seated, his attention wholly consumed by the dramatic sequence transpiring within the shadowy arena.
Roman shook his head, mentally preparing himself for his turn to fight Kael.
Being related to the previous emperor, Kael had a stronger right to the throne than any of his other relatives, the royal matches not withstanding. This was the reason why the had to all come together to challenge him.
If any of them managed to defeat him, they would ultimately become emperor, not having to fight against any of the others. This wad why they were all confident about taking him on, despite the power gaps that existed between them.
However, one thing nobody failed to account for was the possibility of the ominous prince to possessing power that far exceeded theirs. They had known Kael since childhood, shared so many fun and gruesome memories together.
Yet despite all of this, he managed to hide a power that rivaled their expectations of him.
Time past, the final match set to be underway. The melodramatic crowd returned, praying to their Divine Sovereign to ensure Kael lost his last match, allowing Roman to ascend to the throne.
Even if many would have liked for their own scions to ascend, they'd rather it be anyone except for the questionable legacy.
Both contestants stepped into the arena, each step laid burdened by prickling expectations. Their eyes locked, neither fighter daring to look away, much less blink.
"Every last one of you retches have fallen. All that's left is to slay your head," Kael spat, his eyes and lips reflecting the avarice plaguing his heart.