Chapter 160 Served your purpose

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The eerie silence that followed the voice was deafening. The sheer weight of its words and the sinister power in its tone left everyone frozen in place. It felt as though the air had been sucked out of the world, replaced by a heavy, oppressive force that made it difficult to even breathe. Soldiers, once proud and stoic, found themselves trembling. Some gripped their weapons so tightly that their knuckles turned white, while others clutched their chests as if the voice had physically struck them. The voice had not simply spoken—it had pressed upon their very souls, shaking them to the core. Its tone was not just mocking but laced with malice so profound that it felt like a shadow creeping into their minds, filling them with dread. The Emperor stood rigid at the forefront, his expression a mixture of controlled anger and disbelief. His lips tightened, and his fists clenched at his sides. The insult, coupled with the grotesque "gift," was a blatant and unforgivable declaration. Yet, the power of the voice was undeniable. For a moment, even the Emperor—a man known for his iron will—felt a flicker of unease. General Remin, however, was already scanning the surroundings, his sharp eyes narrowing. He had fought many battles, faced many enemies, but this... this was something different. The voice carried no trace of humanity—it was primal, ancient, and unrelenting. It was as though the darkness itself had spoken, manifesting through the monstrous display before them. The flag of Chittera atop the grotesque fist swayed in the faint breeze, its blood-red fabric standing out starkly against the pale, decaying flesh of the fist. The symbol of Chittera seemed to almost shimmer as if alive, reinforcing the sinister nature of the message. The Prime Minister, standing just behind the Emperor, whispered urgently, his voice trembling, "Your Majesty, we must retreat to safety. This is no ordinary declaration—this reeks of dark magic." The Emperor turned slightly, his gaze cold and steady. Before anyone could respond, the fist moved again. It wasn't a subtle movement—it shuddered violently, as though something inside was attempting to break free. The sound of cracking bones and tearing flesh echoed across the square, making the soldiers step back in alarm. The bodies that formed the fist began to shift, their contorted faces twisting as though screaming in silent agony. And then, the voice returned, louder and even more vile, reverberating through the air like the tolling of a cursed bell.@@@@ "You may stand tall now, Emperor, but your arrogance blinds you to the inevitable. The land trembles beneath our might, and your people's blood will pave the path to our conquest. This is only the beginning." With that, the seasoned general strode away, his cloak billowing behind him. His departure was swift, but his mind was already formulating strategies and contingencies. Whatever Chittera had planned, Remin was determined to face it head-on and uncover the truth behind their sudden hostility. - Experience tales at My Virtual Library Empire Meanwhile, near the Chittera campsite... The envoy sent by Lady Cleora had just entered a small village near the province's encampment. The air was heavy with the acrid stench of smoke and ash. The scene before him was one of utter devastation. The village was in ruins—its houses reduced to smoldering rubble, its fields scorched, and its streets eerily silent. Not a single living soul remained. Blood stained the earth in dark patches, but there were no bodies to be seen. It was as if the very land had been drained of life. The old man, a trusted veteran of Cleora's court, tightened his grip on the reins of his horse. His seasoned eyes scanned the desolation, and a shiver ran down his spine. Something about this destruction was... unnatural. He muttered a prayer under his breath and urged his horse forward, determined to complete his mission. After some time, he arrived at the Chittera encampment. The camp itself was an intimidating sight, a stark contrast to the desolation he had passed through. It was heavily fortified, with towering wooden stakes and watchful sentries patrolling the perimeter. The banners of Chittera flew high, their jagged claw symbol stark against the blood-red fabric. As he approached the main tent, he noticed the guards stationed there. They were a strange mix of humans and... something else. The non-human guards had ash-grey skin that seemed to shimmer faintly, as though infused with a strange energy. Their eyes glowed dimly, and the air around them was unnervingly cold, radiating an aura of power that made the old man wince. One of the guards stepped forward, his voice deep and commanding. "State your business." The old man dismounted, his movements slow and deliberate to show he meant no harm. "I am an envoy from Lady Cleora of Tekkerra Barony. I come to speak with the council of lords regarding your presence here." The guard studied him for a moment before stepping aside. The old man entered the tent and found himself face-to-face with one of the Chittera lords. The man seated before him was imposing, clad in dark armor that seemed to pulse faintly with an eerie light. Around him stood several of the ash-skinned beings, their presence suffocating. The lord regarded the old man with a cold, calculating gaze. "Where is the Baroness?" he asked, his tone sharp. The old man bowed respectfully. "Lady Cleora has sent me in her stead, my lord. She wishes to understand the reason for your presence in her lands and hopes to resolve this matter peacefully." Before he could continue, the old man suddenly froze. A strange sound filled the air—a faint, otherworldly hum that seemed to vibrate within his very bones. His vision blurred, and a cold sensation spread through his body. He staggered, clutching his chest, and turned his gaze to the Chittera lord, who now smirked cruelly. "You've served your purpose," the lord said, his voice dripping with malice. The old man's knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground. His vision darkened, the last thing he saw being the ash-skinned beings advancing toward him with glowing eyes.

Chapter 160 Served your purpose

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