SPIRITBINDER: The Boy Without A Mark -
Chapter 92: The Threat
Chapter 92: The Threat
As dawn broke, the Grand Hall of the Ketamran Kingdom was filled with tension. The kingdom rulers had gathered, the air thick with the weight of recent events. The earthquake that had shaken Ketamran was a wake-up call. No kingdom seemed immune to nature’s wrath anymore.
Medas, his voice steady but laced with concern, spoke first. "Even Ketamran has experienced an earthquake. You see, we are not exempt from these disasters."
Ikana, the ruler of a prosperous coastal kingdom, furrowed her brows. "What does this mean? Are these all just mere coincidences, or is something far more sinister at play?"
Levan, the wise ruler of one of Baltalaha’s regions, stroked his beard thoughtfully. "This was just a minor earthquake, not as devastating as the disasters that affected other kingdoms. We can still say Ketamran is fortunate."
Medas shook his head, his tone firm. "Let’s not compare the intensity of disasters in each kingdom. A disaster is a disaster, regardless of its scale."
As the rulers absorbed his words, the ground beneath them trembled once again. This time, it was no minor quake. The shaking grew more intense, rattling the very foundations of the hall. Cracks formed along the stone walls, and chandeliers swayed dangerously above their heads.
"Get outside!" Medas commanded, his voice cutting through the rising panic.
The rulers and their guards scattered, rushing to the safety of the open courtyard. Outside, the scene was chaotic. Villagers screamed, scrambling to find safe ground. Children clung to their parents, eyes wide with terror. The once serene streets of Ketamran were now filled with dust and fear.
A woman pointed toward the horizon, her voice shrill. "The mountain! Look at the mountain!"
The rulers turned, their eyes widening in shock. A massive plume of ash and smoke rose from the distant peaks. The ground’s shaking intensified, and the air smelled of sulfur.
Medas clenched his fists. "This is no ordinary earthquake. The land itself is warning us."
Levan’s voice was grim. "Then we must listen before it’s too late."
As the ground’s tremors continue, heavy feelings fell over the kingdom. The threat was clear—nature was no longer a passive observer. And if the kingdoms did not unite to face it, there might be no kingdoms left to protect.
Balatalaha roared with fury, shaking the kingdom of Ketamran to its core. Buildings swayed and cracked, stone structures crumbled, and terrified villagers fled in chaos. Dust and debris filled the air, mingling with desperate cries.
The kingdom rulers sprang into action, their powers unleashed to protect the people.
Vianna’s purple hair glowed as she activated her emotion control, affecting her adrenaline to max, her body began moving at superhuman speed through this huge adrenaline rush. Her aura washed over the terrified crowd, calming their panic with waves of emotional manipulation. Fear faded from their faces, replaced by a sense of courage and hope.
Crimson’s eyes gleamed with ferocity. His movements were a blur as he leaped from structure to structure, his combat prowess unmatched. With swift strikes, he shattered falling debris and carried villagers to safety with incredible agility.
Deus, ever resourceful, devoured chunks of energy-filled food bars his attendants hurriedly handed him. Each bite fueled his strength, causing his muscles to swell. Roaring with newfound power, he lifted entire sections of collapsed buildings, creating safe passageways for trapped villagers.
Ikana, her mind focused despite the chaos, manipulated probabilities around her. Falling beams narrowly missed people, and collapsing walls miraculously stabilized. Her power defied the odds, turning near disasters into narrow escapes.
Medas, swift and agile, moved like lightning. His telekinetic barriers carried villagers to safety, lifting them above the falling debris. His sharp voice directed others to move quickly toward safe zones.
Dergo, the mighty ruler of Baltalaha, roared as he stood in front of a collapsing tower. With sheer brute force, he caught the falling structure, his muscles straining but unyielding. He let out a grunt as he stabilized it, saving countless lives.
Levan, wise and fatherly, commanded the earth itself to rise. Mimicking Medas telekenisis. Walls of stone emerged from the ground, protecting families huddled together. His calm yet commanding presence reassured his people amidst the chaos.
Amidst the pandemonium, Morvane’s sharp gaze landed on the children’s school in the distance. The building trembled, its walls on the brink of collapse. His chest tightened as dread gripped him.
Without waiting for orders, he sprinted toward the school, shadow beasts materializing beside him. The crow soared above, surveying the chaos and guiding the wolf, which charged through the debris, pulling people from danger and stabilizing crumbling structures.
Morvane reached the school and was met with silence at first. But then came the piercing screams of children from inside. His heart raced. They were trapped.
A massive wall of rubble blocked the entrance. He clenched his fists, his breath ragged. "I have to get through."
He braced himself and tried to lift the debris, but the ground’s violent shaking made it impossible. Dust stung his eyes as frustration gnawed at him.
Desperation turned into resolve. He thought of Meira’s gift—the angelic wings. He had never called upon them before, but there was no room for hesitation.
He closed his eyes, focusing intensely. The memory of Meira’s radiant wings filled his mind. His body tingled as power surged through him. In moments, brilliant white wings unfurled from his back, shimmering like celestial light amidst the dust and chaos.
The children’s screams faltered as they stared in awe, their terror melting into wonder.
With newfound strength, Morvane flapped his wings, lifting the massive wall effortlessly. The path was clear.
"Come on! Follow me!" he commanded.
The teachers and children hurried toward him, their panic replaced by trust. Morvane shielded them with his wings, guiding them through the falling debris.
As the last child made it to safety, the tremors began to subside. The rulers regrouped, their faces etched with determination.
Vianna, her breathing steady despite the chaos, smiled faintly at Morvane. "You really are full of surprises."
Crimson crossed his arms, his voice gruff but impressed. "Not bad, kid."
Ikana nodded thoughtfully. "A rare probability indeed."
Deus grinned between bites of a fresh loaf. "Guess we’ve got more muscle on our side now."
Morvane, his wings still glowing faintly, stood amidst the children, their awe-struck faces a testament to his courage. The threat was far from over, but for now, they had hope—and a leader who would fight for it.
The tremors gradually weakened, though the kingdom was left in ruins. Smoke and dust blanketed the air, and villagers huddled together, shaken but alive.
Morvane stood amidst the wreckage, his brilliant white wings shimmering faintly. The children clung to their teachers, their expressions a mix of awe and relief.
As the rulers gathered, Levan’s eyes narrowed in bewilderment. "Wait," he said, stepping forward. "What kind of power do you have now? The last time I checked, you were the one with a demon. And now—white wings? How is that possible?"
Before Morvane could answer, Medas raised a commanding hand. "Let’s stop asking questions like that. We’re in the middle of chaos here." His tone was sharp, leaving no room for debate. "We should check each infrastructure and make sure everyone is safe and evacuated."
The urgency in his words snapped everyone back to reality. Vianna nodded, her adrenaline still heightening her senses. "I’ll manage the crowd’s emotions and guide them to safety."
"I’ll reinforce any weakened structures," Levan added.
"I’ll clear any remaining debris," Deus said, taking another bite of a high-energy ration as his muscles surged.
"Ikana, let’s increase the odds of safe rescues," Crimson said, his eyes focused on the mission ahead.
Ikana’s lips curved into a confident smirk. "Always up for beating the odds."
Morvane, still catching his breath, folded his wings but kept his resolve firm. "The crow and the wolf are already monitoring and assisting with the rescue. I’ll help with the infrastructure checks."
With their plan set, the rulers dispersed, their powers combining to mend the wounded kingdom. Though questions lingered about Morvane’s new form, they were left for another time—now was the time to save lives.
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Hours passed, and order was slowly restored in Ketamran. Medas coordinated the establishment of evacuation sites in the forest, setting up tents for the displaced Balatalhans. "Aftershocks might happen," he said, his voice carrying a tone of grim leadership. "This is the safest option for now."
The kingdom rulers gathered in a clearing deep in the forest, the remnants of their former meeting hall now in ruins. The atmosphere was tense, and the air carried the weight of uncertainty.
Vianna crossed her arms, her face stern. "Everything is in chaos. Kingdoms in Baltalaha are falling apart. So, what do we do now?"
Ikana frowned, exhaustion evident in her voice. "As much as I want to use my probability magic to cast a spell that decreases the chance of further disasters, that would require an immense amount of energy—more than I even have right now. So honestly, I don’t know."
Medas stood firm. "We need a plan. Resiliency and vulnerability are key topics we must address. We can’t just react to every catastrophe—we have to be prepared."
Levan raised his hand. "Wait, wait. I still have unanswered questions."
Before he could continue, a familiar voice interrupted from the trees.
"Oh, kingdom rulers, y’all are here. I’ve been—" Morvane appeared, riding his shadow beast wolf, but before he could finish, Levan’s voice cut through the air.
"How the hell do you have wings?" Levan demanded, his tone incredulous. "These beasts I can understand because I know you have a demon beside you—but there’s nothing demonic about those wings."
Medas sighed heavily. "Okay, as much as we wanted to keep this secret, I think you kingdom rulers deserve to know." He glanced at Morvane before continuing. "Morvane has an incredibly unique ability called spiritbinding. It means he can communicate with, fight alongside, and even take the powers of spirits."
Vianna raised a brow, her lips curving into a sly smile. "I know that already. So what? He killed an angel?" She laughed, the sound echoing awkwardly through the forest.
Morvane and Medas remained silent.
Vianna’s laughter faltered. "Wait... did he?" she asked, her tone suddenly serious.
Levan’s face darkened. "How the hell does someone kill an angel?"
Deus shook his head in disbelief. "You’re kidding, right? That’s not possible."
Ikana’s voice was sharp. "That’s absurd. How could some mere teenager possibly kill an angel with immense power?"
Medas sighed. "That’s... a long story."
Levan’s expression grew grim. "Now I understand why this is all happening."
Crimson narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"
Deus clenched his fists. "The gods in heaven might be angry. An angel was killed, and now we’re being punished one kingdom at a time!"
Ikana’s voice was filled with foreboding. "This is going to get worse for all of Baltalaha in the coming days or weeks."
Morvane, his voice filled with frustration, finally spoke. "That’s absurd. They’re the ones who threw Meira—yes, the angel—out of heaven. We rescued her, but they cursed her to be sick. She chose to..." His voice faltered.
Levan’s fury ignited. "And yet you killed her?" He pointed a shaking finger at Morvane. "This is it. Heaven is angry. They’re punishing us all—even the innocent. And you—you are the responsible one for this. You are a threat!"
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