Chapter 34: Tolga Submitted (part 1)

Words : 1058 Updated : Sep 17th, 2025

A faint shimmer flickers in Alix's vision as he activates his system scan, focusing on the approaching figure. [Scanning Target...] [Target Identified: Tolga] [Race: Rakshas] [Class: Assassin] [Level: 341] Alix exhales slowly. As expected. He whispers, his voice barely audible. "Three hundred forty-one." Grixx, still invisible, tilts his head. "Want me to take him out now, your majesty?" His voice is like a blade scraping against stone—rough and cold. Alix whispers, his voice barely a breath. "Not yet. Let's hear what their plan is to take over Misorn City first." Grixx nods slightly, though he remains as still as a shadow. "Understood." They stay hidden as Groth, Nyssara, Thurn, and Veltha step into the clearing. Then, Tolga emerges. The assassin moves with a deliberate, measured grace. Tolga's two daggers resting at his hips, barely reflecting the dim light. His eyes scan the group as if weighing their worth. The moment Tolga steps forward, Thurn smirks and raises a hand in greeting. "Yo, Tolga. Long time no see." Tolga pauses, then lets out a low chuckle. "Thurn. It's been a while." His voice is smooth, but there's an underlying sharpness to it. Behind Thurn, Groth, Nyssara, and Veltha remain quiet, their expressions unreadable. There was a time when Tolga felt like an enigma to them. But after witnessing Alix's kingdom, the power it holds, and the strength they've gained... Tolga no longer seems as untouchable. Nyssara steps forward, her tone neutral. "We have business to discuss." Tolga flicks his gaze toward her, then at the rest of the group. "Straight to business, huh? Fine by me." He steps closer, his presence sharp and contained. Tolga's eyes gleam as he folds his arms. "So, everyone are ready for the invasion?" The four nod. "Good," Tolga continues, his tone casual yet firm. "I also managed to amass five hundred monsters to join us." Thurn raises a brow, impressed. "That's quite something, considering the monsters in this forest aren't exactly the obedient type. It's hard to make them follow anyone." Tolga smirks. "Well, they're not really my subordinates—more like opportunists. They're joining us to ransack, abduct, and because they simply want to kill some humans." Nyssara's expression remains unreadable, but there's a sharpness in her gaze. "That's natural. We're doing this for revenge too, right, Thurn?" She turns her head slightly, looking at him. Thurn's usual smirk fades, replaced by something colder—something darker. "Yeah," he mutters. "For revenge." Nyssara's gaze hardens. Unlike the others, she doesn't just want this attack—she needs it. She and Thurn are from the same tribe. Once, they had a home, deep within the web-laced caverns. A thriving colony, hidden from the outside world. But the humans came. They raided their home, slaughtered their kind, and set fire to the tunnels, leaving nothing behind but ash and corpses. Their parents had died in that massacre. Thurn's voice is low, rough. "Those bastards thought we were just monsters to be exterminated. Like we didn't have a place in this world." Nyssara nods. "That's why Misorn City will burn. They'll understand what it feels like to lose everything." Tolga watches them for a moment, then shrugs. "Fair enough. As long as we all get what we want, I don't really care about the reasons." His smirk widens. "I just want to see some blood." Alix moves silently, staying close enough to hear every word. So, they're from the same tribe... That explains their bond. Though Nyssara has changed—her body no longer fully Arachne after consuming those ores in the caverns. It altered her. Strengthened her. But that's not important right now. Alix has no intention of stopping the invasion. This is exactly what he wants—to use these five to set the stage. Sure, he could take Misorn City himself. His remaining soldiers are more than enough to crush it. But there's no need to rush. Caution is key. Decision made, Alix steps forward. The air distorts. A pulse of power ripples through the clearing as two figures materialize out of thin air—Alix and Grixx. The effect is immediate. Groth, Nyssara, Thurn, and Veltha drop to one knee without hesitation, their heads bowed in absolute submission. Tolga freezes. His eyes widen, body tensing as his instincts scream at him. He hadn't sensed anything—not a trace of movement, not a flicker of presence. Yet now, two figures just appeared. His gaze snaps to Alix. Unlike the others, this man isn't bowing. He stands. Unshaken. In control. "...Who the hell—" Tolga starts, but his words falter as realization dawns. The four are kneeling. Not just kneeling, but with complete reverence. Like true subordinates before a ruler. The tension in the air shifts. A cold weight settles in Tolga's gut. Tolga's instincts take over. Stealth. His body flickers and vanishes, melding into the shadows. Disappear. Escape. Assess. But before he can even move a step— "Tier 2 Spell: Dispelling Gaze." A surge of magic erupts from Groth, his eyes glowing with energy. A pulse of raw anti-magic sweeps through the clearing, tearing through Tolga's concealment. In an instant, Tolga reappears, fully exposed. Damn it! His mind races. How did Groth react so fast?! Before he can react further, the ground beneath him shudders. A shadow looms over him. Grixx is gone from his previous spot. No, not gone. He's already behind him. A massive, scaled hand rests on Tolga's shoulder. What should be a simple touch feels like an avalanche crashing down. Tolga's knees nearly buckle. A suffocating weight—not just physical, with pure dominance—presses into his body like a mountain threatening to crush him. Grixx's voice rumbles beside his ear, low and absolute. "Try that again, and I'll break you." Tolga clenches his teeth. His instincts scream at him to fight, to run—but his body refuses to move. Alix finally speaks. His voice is calm. Absolute. "Come and sit down." Tolga exhales sharply. No choice. He nods stiffly. Grixx lifts his hand, the crushing force vanishing instantly, as if it was never there. Tolga takes a slow step forward, keeping his posture guarded—but inside, he knows. He just lost control of this entire situation.

Chapter 34: Tolga Submitted (part 1)

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