Chapter 158 Fist of blood (18+)
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Updated : Oct 2nd, 2025
In the heart of the Imperial Capital, the city gleamed under the midday sun, a testament to human ingenuity and grandeur. The capital of the Great Empire ruled by the Vroulan dynasty with a history of a thousand years. The Vroulan ancestors formed the empire under their banners; the unification of the continent was a great feat in the long history of the empire, even now, there were plays being performed, songs were sung around the empire, and books were published about the long ancient war.
At the entrance of the palace, there was a large statue, hundreds of feet in height, of the first emperor of the Great Vroulan.
The Imperial Square was alive with activity, a bustling hub where merchants shouted their wares, street performers entertained crowds, and townsfolk went about their business.
Towering above the square were rectangular crystals embedded into the surrounding structures, glowing faintly and displaying moving images—advertisements for goods, announcements from the Empire, and snippets of news from across the land. These magical hoardings were marvels of Imperial innovation, blending sorcery and technology seamlessly.
From the square, a grand pathway stretched toward the Imperial Palace, an awe-inspiring road flanked by immense statues.
Each statue depicted a warrior holding a different weapon—swords, spears, bows, and shields—immortalized in a pose of vigilance, as if guarding the approach to the palace.
The palace itself was a towering masterpiece of architecture, its spires piercing the sky, its golden domes shimmering in the sunlight. It was a sight that reminded every citizen of the Empire's might and the stability it promised.
But on this day, the tranquillity of the capital was shattered.
The ground beneath the square trembled violently, as if some colossal force was awakening deep below.
The tremors were so sudden and intense that conversations halted, people froze mid-barter, and children clutched at their parents in fear.
Augghuurrrrr!!!!
As the abomination moved toward the palace, the statues lining the pathway seemed to come alive, their eyes glowing faintly as though they sensed the intrusion. The once-proud guardians of the Empire now stood as silent witnesses to the grotesque procession, their weapons raised but unmoving.
In the distance, the palace gates began to close, soldiers rushing to fortify the entrance. Yet even they hesitated, shaken by the unnatural sight before them.
Whispers spread among them of dark magic, ancient curses, and forgotten horrors.
Some murmured prayers to the gods, while others gripped their weapons tightly, unsure if they would be of any use against such a monstrosity.
High above, the skies darkened as storm clouds gathered unnaturally fast, blotting out the sun. Crimson lightning arced across the heavens, illuminating the city in flashes of blood-red light. The very air seemed to thrum with malice, as though some malevolent force had awakened and set its sights on the heart of the Empire.
The monstrous fist continued its slow, dreadful march toward the palace, leaving a trail of blood and despair in its wake.
The chained humans pulling the platform collapsed one by one, their bodies breaking under the strain, only to be replaced by others who were dragged from the crowd by unseen forces and shackled to the platform. Explore more adventures at My Virtual Library Empire
At the centre of the square, the portal still hung ominously, a gateway to some hellish realm that defied comprehension.
And from within its depths, a voice echoed—a deep, resonant voice that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. It spoke in a language no one could understand, yet its tone conveyed a message of undeniable malice.
The capital, once the pride of the Empire, was now gripped by fear. Whatever had come through the portal was no mere accident or isolated event.
Such monstrosity appearing in the broad daylight was unprecedented and horrifying for the people of the capital. The people of the capital were all too shocked and petrified by the scene before them.
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