Chapter 130 Chapter One Hundred And Thirty

• Kael stood atop the hill overlooking the kingdom he had once called home. The palace shimmered in the distance, a monument of power built on lies and blood. The streets below were eerily quiet. Guards had been summoned, armies marshaled—but Kael didn’t fear them. They were nothing compared to the storm he had become.
• The black Hakana swirled around him like living armor, pulsating with the whispers of a thousand Swordmasters. Silver hair glinting in the light, eyes glowing like molten silver, he stepped forward. Each footfall echoed like the drums of judgment. Every shadow bent toward him, every tree seemed to bow in respect—or fear.
• Inside the palace, Almond paced the grand hall, hands clenched, jaw tight. Every messenger brought reports of Kael’s path of destruction. Entire battalions scattered without resistance, elite Swordmasters felled in moments. The king’s fury had grown, twisting into desperation.