SPIRITBINDER: The Boy Without A Mark -
Chapter 100: Unity in the Midst of Chaos
Chapter 100: Unity in the Midst of Chaos
Without further hesitation, Medas’s memory sparked with a long-forgotten spell. He raised his hand and muttered ancient incantations rapidly under his breath. Blue energy crackled around him, swirling upward until it encased the angel statue in a shimmering crystalline barrier. The statue stood frozen within the gem-like enclosure, its eerie face obscured by the radiant blue hue.
Levan’s eyes widened in astonishment. "What is that?"
"A containment spell I learned in my younger days," Medas replied, panting from the exertion.
Levan’s expression darkened. "You had a spell like that and didn’t use it when we were fighting?"
Medas shot him a glance. "This spell is only for trapping momentarily. It uses a massive amount of my energy. If I’d used it on you earlier, I wouldn’t have had the strength to fight at my greatest potential."
He wiped sweat from his brow. "And this thing is enormous. It’s draining a huge amount of energy from me. I don’t know if my barrier will last for days."
Crimson sheathed his katana, his face serious. "For now, that’s the best we can do. Let’s head back to Deus’s kingdom and assess the situation."
The three rulers flew back, their expressions grim.
The scene that awaited them in Kingdom Kalzawa was nothing short of devastating. The once-thriving kingdom was now a desolate wasteland. Smoke billowed from charred ruins, and the ground was scorched black. The air was thick with ash and the stench of destruction.
Ikana ran toward them, her face pale but resolute. "Statistically speaking, more than half of Baltalahans living here are dead," she reported, her voice strained. "The meteor was too fast. There was no time to evacuate."
Medas clenched his fists, his heart heavy.
Vianna approached from the side, her usually vibrant expression replaced with sorrow. "The whole kingdom is in ruins," she said softly. "Most of it is reduced to ashes. It’s truly devastating."
Deus, standing amidst the destruction, stared at the remains of his people. His face was a mask of anguish and guilt. "I failed them," he whispered, barely audible. "I couldn’t protect my kingdom."
Ikana placed a hand on his shoulder. "This isn’t your fault. No one could have predicted this."
Levan’s gaze was cold and determined. "We need answers. These statues didn’t appear out of nowhere."
Crimson nodded. "And why seven? One in each kingdom... this wasn’t random."
Medas, his energy drained but his resolve firm, spoke up. "We need to regroup and plan our next move. We can’t let this happen to the other kingdoms."
Vianna’s voice trembled with determination. "And we must find out who or what sent those statues. This isn’t just an attack—it’s a declaration of war."
As the rulers stood amidst the ruins, the weight of their loss fueled their resolve. Baltalaha would rise again, but first, they had to uncover the truth behind the angels and their deadly instruments.
The tension was palpable as the seven rulers convened in a secluded forest clearing. The air was thick with the scent of pine and ash, and the memory of the recent devastation in Kalzawa weighed heavily on their shoulders.
Crimson broke the heavy silence. "This feels like déjà vu. A few days ago, we were gathered in a forest to discuss the massive quake that hit Ketamran. Now another disaster, this time in Kalzawa." His voice was grim.
Vianna’s violet hair glimmered in the fading sunlight as she spoke, her tone resolute. "We can’t let this happen over and over. We need to stop it."
Ikana’s sharp gaze swept over the group. "What do you think is behind these angels?" Vianna asked.
Deus, leaning against a tree, spoke with certainty. "It’s from heaven. Their form is unmistakably angelic."
"What’s the reason for this?" Dergo questioned, his deep voice cutting through the conversation.
Deus’s expression darkened. "Most likely, heaven knows we’ve been fighting. The peace of Baltalaha is in ruins. And..." he hesitated, "they might also be aware of the boy—Morvane."
Medas’s jaw tightened. "Morvane again? You’re blaming him for everything now?"
Deus raised a hand defensively. "I’m not blaming him. But think about it. Heaven wouldn’t send these statues without a reason."
Levan, who had been silent until now, stood abruptly. His voice was commanding. "Stop fighting. We’ve done this already. It didn’t lead us anywhere. We need a different approach."
Vianna crossed her arms. "So what do you suggest?"
Levan exhaled heavily. "I don’t know yet. But for now, we need to find Morvane. We can’t leave him out there alone."
Medas’s eyes blazed. "And then what? You’re going to kill him?"
Levan shook his head. "No. I’ve seen his capabilities, and I know he’s a threat. But you’re right—he’s just a kid who needs guidance. We can’t make hasty, unfair decisions. We need to talk and figure out the best course of action for him."
A heavy silence settled over the group. The rulers, once divided by their differences, now faced an unprecedented threat. And in the midst of it all was Morvane—a boy with unimaginable power, caught between heaven and the kingdoms of Baltalaha.
Vianna’s voice was steady as she concluded, "Then it’s settled. We find Morvane, and we figure this out together."
The seven rulers found themselves seated at a long, ornately carved wooden table in a large, dimly lit dining hall. The atmosphere was heavy despite the warm glow of candles and the enticing aroma of roasted meat and freshly baked bread. While the physical battle had ended, the tension lingered in the air like an uninvited guest.
Ikana, ever the one to lighten the mood, leaned back in her chair and smirked. "Can you believe it? Earlier today, we were fighting like children arguing over who gets the last slice of pie."
Crimson glanced at her, his katana resting nearby. "I wouldn’t call it arguing. More like trying to kill each other."
Deus chuckled, taking a large bite of his food. "Speak for yourselves. I didn’t lose my composure. I was focused."
Vianna rolled her eyes. "Focused on beating Drevon senseless, maybe. You were more aggressive than anyone."
"To be fair, he deserved it," Dergo chimed in, cutting into his steak. "But it’s strange, isn’t it? How quickly the battle shifted to... this."
Levan, who had been unusually quiet, sipped his wine before finally speaking. "We were all blinded—by duty, pride, and fear. That boy, Morvane, is at the center of it all, and none of us knows how to handle it."
Medas bristled at Levan’s words. "If we could all stop pointing fingers at him for five seconds, that would be great. He didn’t ask for this power. Heaven’s intervention proves this goes beyond Morvane."
Levan raised a hand, his tone calm. "I’m not blaming him. I’m just saying... he’s a key to this puzzle. And we need to figure out what role he plays before it’s too late."
Vianna sighed, swirling her wine in her glass. "It’s frustrating, isn’t it? We’re supposed to be rulers, the ones who keep Baltalaha in balance. And yet, here we are, facing a crisis none of us can fully understand."
Ikana nodded. "It’s like playing a game where the rules keep changing. One minute we’re at war, the next we’re allies, and then there’s an angel statue playing a harp that brings down a meteor. How do we prepare for something like that?"
Crimson leaned forward, his sharp eyes scanning the group. "We need to stop reacting and start acting. We’re all in this together now. Fighting among ourselves won’t solve anything."
Deus, who had been quietly eating, looked up. "Agreed. But let’s not pretend this will be easy. We’re up against forces beyond our understanding."
Dergo placed his knife down and crossed his arms. "The question is—what do we do next? Do we search for Morvane immediately, or focus on understanding these angel statues?"
Levan’s voice was firm. "Both. We can’t ignore Morvane, but we also can’t leave the people of Baltalaha vulnerable. We need a plan that addresses both."
The group fell silent, each ruler lost in their thoughts. The food before them went untouched for a moment as the weight of their responsibilities pressed down on them.
Vianna broke the silence. "We need to trust each other. Whatever comes next, we stand together. Agreed?"
One by one, the rulers nodded. Despite the lingering tension and their individual doubts, a sense of unity began to form—a fragile alliance forged in the face of an overwhelming threat.
As the dinner continued, the conversations became less heavy. Ikana cracked a few jokes, drawing reluctant smiles from the others. Crimson and Deus debated battle strategies, while Dergo and Medas discussed ways to protect their people.
By the end of the night, while the future remained uncertain, one thing was clear: the seven rulers, for all their differences, were now bound by a common goal. And in the battles to come, they would need to rely on each other more than ever.
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