Chapter 143 Plans for Jolthar

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Johamma's voice broke the silence, pleading as he reached the threshold. "Jolthar, please don't leave the clan. I've made mistakes, but I want us to stay together. I don't care about glory or power—I just want our family to heal. Please, at least consider my words." Jolthar paused for a brief moment, her words hanging in the air. But he didn't turn around. Instead, he opened the door and stepped out, letting it close behind him. Johamma sank into her chair, her head in her hands. "I just want him to stay," she whispered, her voice trembling. Caelum stood in silence, his expression unreadable as he stared at the door Jolthar had just walked through. The storm within the Kaezhlar clan was far from over. Jolthar's mind churned with determination. He wasn't strong enough to face Caelum yet, but one day, he would be. One day, he would prove his worth on his own terms. Johamma sighed deeply, her shoulders slumping with the weight of her emotions. "I just want us to be a family again," she murmured softly, more to herself than to anyone else. Caelum crossed his arms, his expression unreadable, but the tension in his jaw betrayed his lingering anger. "He'll come around," he said after a long silence, though his words lacked conviction. Johamma could only hope that was true. * Earlier, when Dakrasuer was pulled into the clouds, those chains pulled him straight into a closed space far above in the clouds. There, in a chamber of crystal and stardust, he beheld Qalena. She was standing amidst the space, watching him and the chains she sent out, still wrapped around him. The sight confirmed his worst fears. "I knew it was you," he growled, his voice echoing across the space.Nôv(el)B\\jnn "You gave a mortal the 'Power of Ascendant?' Do you know what you are doing?" His eyes, burning with the fire of a thousand dying stars, fixed upon Qalena. "How dare you give him that power. Does my brother Xaereus know this?" Qalena remained silent, her form shifting between the aspects like a flame in changing winds. With a gesture both elegant and terrible, she summoned her spear—not a common weapon, but one forged specially for maintaining order between pantheons. "You descended to the midlands and tried to kill humans," Qalena proclaimed, her voice carrying the weight of divine law. Lodawg grunted in agreement, his deep voice rumbling like distant thunder. "Caelum's problem is his sentimentality. He fights for ideals, not for power. That makes him dangerous on a battlefield but vulnerable in a larger game. He would hesitate where others would strike." Segarus nodded, his gaze distant as though his mind was tracing the threads of an intricate web. "He's a lion, but one bound by his own sense of morality. For now, his strength keeps us wary, but I fear it also blinds him to the true threats we face." Lodawg's brow furrowed. "You're speaking of Jolthar, aren't you?" Lodawg witnessed how Jolthar stood up to the god when they were all fear struck and frozen. And he was even wielding the blade of the man who they despise. Segarus's expression hardened, and a cold edge crept into his voice. "Yes. Jolthar is the anomaly, the unpredictable factor. He wields powers he doesn't fully understand yet, but his potential is undeniable. That sword he carries, Horgarth, it's not just a weapon—it's a legacy, a symbol of his connection to that man. And that aura... it's unsettling, even to me." Lodawg shifted uncomfortably. "He's strong, but he's still raw. His emotions cloud his judgement." Segarus's eyes snapped to Lodawg, sharp as a blade. "Did you see the way Dakrasuer reacted to Jolthar? A god rattled by a mortal. That alone should tell you what we're dealing with. Jolthar isn't just a threat to the clan; he's a threat to me. To us. If we let him grow unchecked, he will surpass anything we can control." Lodawg's jaw tightened. "So what's the plan? Do we strike now, while he's still healing?" Segarus stood, walking to the window and staring out over the estate. The sky was tinged with the amber glow of dusk, casting long shadows across the land. His voice was low but resolute. "Jolthar must be eliminated, but it won't be simple. He's resilient, and that damnable chaos aura of his. We need to be precise. No mistakes." Read exclusive chapters at empire He turned back to Lodawg, his gaze cold and unyielding. "From this moment, Jolthar becomes our priority. Every resource, every strategy, every move we make—focus it on him. We don't just kill him; we annihilate him. His name, his legacy, his very existence will be erased." Lodawg nodded slowly, the gravity of the task settling over him. "And Caelum? Does he need to be dealt with too?" Segarus's lips curled into a faint smirk. "Not yet. For now, our priority is only Jolthar, and I can't look past what I have seen. And Jolthar, if left alone, will grow far stronger than Caelum; even we can't deal with him then." Segarus's voice trailed off, the implication clear. "Keep an eye on him; kill him if you chance upon it." Lodawg rose, his massive frame casting a long shadow across the room. "I'll see to it. Jolthar won't see us coming." Segarus returned to his seat, his expression unreadable. "Good. The Naemarys legacy is built on strength, not sentiment. Jolthar will learn that the hard way." As the two men exchanged a final nod, the flickering brazier cast their faces in a ghostly light, their resolve as unyielding as the stone walls of the tower.

Chapter 143 Plans for Jolthar

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