The sky was still filled with flames when Lidaz was confronted by the Kingdom of Three’s King.

  The two men stood across from each other, and as much Lidaz knew fighting the man before him would likely result in his death, Immortal Qi had already been primed and ready to be unleashed when the King spoke.

  His voice steady and firm but not threatening as he did so.

  “I come in peace. For now. I ask you to explain the situation so that we may resolve this without further bloodshed.”

  Lidaz looked as if he wanted to rip the man before him limb from limb, and he made no attempt to shed that look at all. The King paid the look no mind for moment, simply waiting for an answer from Lidaz.

  He had extended the proverbial olive branch, and it was up to Lidaz whether he would take it or not.

  Lidaz after thinking deeply about the situation before him aligned his decision with his priorities. For one, he needed to save his people, and secondly, he needed to kill the man who was responsible.

  The conversation here could clearly align with at least one of those priorities.

  “My people have been kidnapped. I am looking for them.” Lidaz said the words slowly and as if each one was laced with steel.

  The King narrowed his eyes at these words. He knew in his heart that it was very likely that Kizas was the reason behind this kidnapping, but he had to confirm. Before he made a decision that there would be no return from, he needed to know.

  “And you are certain, they are here? In this City?”

  The actual question the King wanted to ask was clear, and Lidaz picked up on it.

  “We received a letter stating that and her was waiting for us when we arrived.”

  The King closed his eyes for a moment and sighed.

  “We will help you look for your people and will not stop you from enacting revenge against the one who caused this. All I ask, is that you leave the rest of the Kingdom out of it.”

  If Lidaz was in a humorous mood, he would’ve chuckled.

  “Unfortunately for you and your Kingdom, I am not the one you need to plead with. I will not speak on behalf of my Patriarch, but I will tell you this in return of you helping. The Patriarch cherishes all of his people…and if they have been harmed or worse, they’ve been killed.

  “Then you will come to understand, that you have never seen the true wrath of an Infernal.”

  The King did not respond. Simply turning away to search the City as he said he would and giving orders to others near and far to do the same. There was nothing for him to say, since he knew the man before him was not boasting in the slightest.

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  Everyone knew about the realities of war. Especially about the realities of a war on a multiversal scale. The King was proud of the strength of not just his own strength, but also that of his Kingdom, and he knew without a shadow of a doubt that there were powers even on just Acuva who would crush them, and there were others he could crush on his own, and many more who would only roughly equal them on the battlefield.

  But this was only Acuva.

  The Infernals fought many wars in many places. The King had never been close enough to anyone of those wars to learn the intricate details, but he was old enough and knew enough to know that the Infernals have never lost a war in all of their existence as a race.

  Which was nearly as old as time itself…not that the King knew that.

  Regardless Infernals were not the only powerful force out there, in fact there were many others. Dwarves for example could walk with their heads held high in almost any part of the Multiverse as far as the King knew.

  The Dwargon Federation’s story was one of legend. It wasn’t something that’s existed as old as the Infernals, but old enough that they were already ancient long before the King was even a thought.

  Known for their natural crafting ability and the fact they were almost as populous as humans but far more sturdy, there were many who thought them the perfect slaves. Many. While it couldn’t be said that every Dwarf in existence was a slave, it made no difference when the number of them that were was no longer counted in the billions.

  Until the Dwarven God rose to power and every man, woman, child, and anything and everything that ever played even a fleeting part in the enslavement of Dwarves were slaughtered like cattle.

  The King did not know why the story of the Dwarves crossed his mind at that moment, but he took it as a warning. He not allow the foolish behavior of one man and his son to bring destruction to his people.

  Not while he was King.

  He did not know what his life was worth as a King and someone who stood at the very peak of the 2nd Stage Immortal Realm…but he steeled his heart and told himself that it would be a price he was willing to pay.

  While many more people now joined the search for the missing Infernals, Kizas was struggling to free himself from the clutches of the flames and the hold they hand on not just his body, but his mind as well.

  The flames were clearly attacking his mind more than anything else, that didn’t mean they weren’t hot. His stone hard skin burned and if that was all then perhaps it would be bearable, but his mind burned as well, and it burned hotter than he thought possible.

  He was an Immortal as well, he wasn’t questioning how it was possible for his mind to burned like this or how Rellia’s powers worked. The answer was laws and unless his understanding of them superseded her own, then defeating her wouldn’t be so black and white.

  And that was the part he couldn’t comprehend. To know that she was clearly ahead of him in her own comprehension of laws.

  Perhaps if he wasn’t held down by his role as a City Lord, and could freely spend millennia upon millennia meditating, then he could’ve matched the same heights that Rellia reached but reality had never been the friend of those who acted foolish in perilous times.

  He didn’t see her, nor did he see the attack that came for him, but he heard it.

  “Weeping Blaze.”

  It sounded as if glass shattered a thousand times over every single second as the spear Rellia held shot out from her hands with a blast of flames and seemed to become one with the flames in the sky itself before disappearing into the head of City Lord Kizas.

  There was no entry wound and there was no exit one either.

  One moment the spear was flying through the sky and in the next it was gone.

  A few moments later and City Lord Kizas had stopped trying to free his mind from the flames and slowly but surely one of his hands rose to the location of his heart and shot through the blockage of muscle and bone that stood between it and his still beating heart, and then without hesitation…he crushed it.

  It wasn’t that easy or simple to kill an Immortal, so while his movements grew remarkably slow and sloppy, his hand once more moved to his head before breaking through his own skull and repeating the action there.

  The man still wasn’t completely dead but he had gone limp, and unable to resist the burning of his own soul.

  To all who watched…it was a gruesome sight to witness.