The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 382: Carnage

Chapter 382: Carnage

"Do not make a decision that could put us all in danger, I suggest you give us back the relic and walk away." The soldier spoke in a stern voice, smoke was practically billowing from his nostrils.

"The only person I care about is dead, do you think I care about your lives?" Zoya queried, her firm voice coated with revulsion and her stormy eyes narrowed at them with a whirlwind of fury brewing inside them.

Silence ushered around the vicinity as she spoke, while the soldiers aimed their swords at her, ready to lunge forward and attack.

"What reason did you have to kill him? He was only a single man yet you cowards trapped him with your large numbers and struck him down together, just for helping me escape. How is saving the woman you love, treason? How is saving an innocent woman from execution, treason?!!!" She yelled painfully.

Her chest rose and fell heavily as she spoke, her raging eyes glaring at them as they remained silent, no whiff of remorse from their neutral countenance.

"You were all jealous of him, because he was the leader and the most honorable, weren’t you?" She hissed darkly, her eyes flaring with rage as she spoke.

"That’s an absurd accusation coming from you!" The soldier said defensively.

"It didn’t seem so with the way you all killed him in such a cruel manner." She growled, her ragged breathing echoed in the dark, quiet forest.

"I’ll make you all relive his pain a hundred times more and when I’m done laying waste to you spineless men, I’ll wreak havoc upon your families, my pain shall become your kingdom’s punishment and every single being in it shall have a taste of my wrath." The dark words slithered out of her mouth with a finality in it as she passed down her cruel declaration.

"No.." The soldier cried out and she saw a flicker of fear flash through their gazes.

Ignoring their pleas, she clutched on the relic firmly. She could feel the heat emanating from it as well as the inexplicable surge of power within it.

As Zoya gazed upon the crystal, she could feel its fiery energy calling out to her, beckoning her to harness its power and wield it as her own. With trembling hands, she reached out to touch its smooth surface, feeling a surge of warmth spread through her fingertips as she made contact with its blazing form.

Raising her head to the starry night skies, her lips started moving with indistinct whispers rolling from them.

As she spoke incantations in soft murmurs, a thunderous roar resonated within the clouds and soon, the starry sky was enveloped with thick dark clouds, even the moon had been covered with a veil of darkness, leaving the land below with not a single hint of light as the whole place was plunged in darkness.

Zoya knew it was forbidden, it was against the practices she had learned as a white witch. It was forbidden for a white witch to weave dark forbidden magic of any kind, but there she was, weaving dark magic.

She was wielding an ancient dark magic that would be capable of transferring the flaming crystal’s powers into her, using her as a vessel for its remarkable powers and she knew very well the risk of using dark magic. She would lose her entitlement to being a white witch and become a dark witch.

She would lose her white magic and rather be capable of wielding only dark magic from then onwards, but she didn’t care.

To her, the sacrifice she was making for Aldric was incomparable to the risk that he had made for her and she was ready to sacrifice more for him. She would sacrifice her soul if she had to.

As she continued to whisper the incantations, a powerful wind blew around the vicinity like a raging windstorm, snapping trees in two as though they were mere twigs.

The soldiers, upon seeing her perform a forbidden use of magic, they tried to stop her as they moved forward, but the uncanny wind refrained them from movement, carrying them back like leaves in a storm.

Slowly, the blazing flames swirling within the relic started swirling vigorously. Gradually the fiery essence from the crystal was sucked out, floating into her skin.

At first, the sensation was gentle, like a soft caress against her skin. But as Zoya closed her eyes and allowed the power of the crystal to wash over her, she felt something stirring deep within her, a sensation unlike anything she had ever experienced before.

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, she began to feel the power of the crystal coursing through her veins, like fiery tendrils of energy snaking their way through her body. With each passing moment, the sensation grew stronger, until it felt as though she was being consumed by a raging inferno from within.

But even as the flames threatened to overwhelm her, Zoya stood her ground, her jaw set in determination as she channeled the power of the crystal into her being. With each breath she took, she felt herself growing stronger, and more powerful than she ever thought possible.

As the power of the crystal surged through her, Zoya’s senses came alive with a newfound clarity, her vision sharpening and her instincts honed to a razor’s edge. She could feel the magic coursing through her veins, pulsing with a raw energy that seemed to sing in harmony with the very heartbeat of the forest itself.

As she sucked in the power of the crystal, its one blazing crystal faded into a dull relic and she let it fall, it was no longer useful. As the powers of the relic surged inside her, fiery tendrils snaked across her skin to reach underneath her chin, portraying the powerful essence within her.

At that moment, she felt a blazing inferno engulf her whole being, it was somewhat painful but at the same time, the most outstanding feeling ever.

It felt as though she could control and destroy every single thing on the face of the earth without lifting a finger. And she knew she could.

The realization of how dangerous she was, hit her, but at that moment, she couldn’t care less about the consequences of her actions, all she could care about was her revenge on them.

The entire vicinity suddenly fell calm, the windstorm abruptly stopped and the forest was as quiet as a graveyard, only broken by the chirping of insects and nothing else.

The soldiers gasped as they witnessed her suck the power from the relic, using herself as a vessel to wield the power.

"What have you done?" The soldier whispered, his shoulders slumped down weakly in hopelessness.

Without saying a word, she lifted her gaze to meet them. Her once stormy grey eyes were now gleaming dangerously with a silver hue and a spark of flame swirling into them, indicating the essence of the flaming crystal within her.

The soldiers, despite witnessing the new transformation, they charged at her with a relentless vigor, but rather than moving away, she stayed put.

Her nonchalance only made them hesitate for a second, but they still lunged their swords at her. The forest ground trembled erratically as they marched towards her with a rapid pace.

Zoya stood alone, her eyes blazing with an intensity born of desperation and determination. Around her, the horde of soldiers advanced with grim determination, their weapons drawn and their faces twisted into masks of rage and hatred.

But Zoya was not afraid. For she knew that she possessed a power unlike any other, a power that had been passed down through the crystal. It was forbidden and almost impossible to wield the fire magic, but the rules no longer applied to her, she would go through any extent possible just to get her revenge.

With a flick of her wrist, Zoya called forth the flames, summoning them from the depths of her being with a fierce and primal roar. From her fingertips, torrents of fire erupted, swirling and twisting through the air like living beings as they sought out their targets with unerring precision.

The soldiers recoiled in horror as the flames descended upon them, their screams of pain and anguish echoing through the forest as the fire consumed them with merciless fury. With each passing moment, their skin shriveled and blackened, their flesh bubbling and blistering as the flames licked hungrily at their bodies.

Blood seeped from gory wounds, the smell of burnt flesh filling the air as the soldiers writhed and convulsed in agony. But even as they screamed and begged for mercy, Zoya’s heart remained cold and unmoved, her eyes filled with a steely resolve as she unleashed her fiery wrath upon her enemies.

With a final burst of energy, Zoya intensified the flames, sending them surging forward with renewed ferocity. The soldiers stood no chance against the inferno that engulfed them, their bodies consumed by fire until nothing remained but charred and lifeless husks scattered upon the forest floor.

As the last of her enemies fell, Zoya stood amidst the smoldering ruins of the battlefield, her chest heaving with exertion and her hands trembling with the remnants of her power. Around her, the air was thick with the smell of smoke and death, a grim reminder of the destruction she had wrought in the name of vengeance.

But even as she surveyed the carnage that lay before her, Zoya felt no remorse for the lives she had taken, in fact, her next stop of revenge was East Ravka.