Emperor's Reckoning - Chapter 1098: What’s Your Name?

Valerius’s lifeless body sprawled on the ground sent a collective shockwave through both sides of the confrontation. The suddenness and brutality of his demise left everyone stunned, unsure of how to react. On one side stood the group led by Lyon, with Kesya’s terrifying aura slowly subsiding but still lingering, and on the other stood Drako, his arrogance momentarily replaced by disbelief and uncertainty.

The onlookers, including the other young masters and their entourage, were frozen in a moment of eerie silence. The confrontation had taken a drastically dark turn, plunging them into a reality where the stakes were higher and the consequences graver than they had initially anticipated.

Cecile, Selena, Karina, and the rest of Lyon’s group exchanged wary glances, absorbing the gravity of the situation. While Valerius’s death had seemingly turned the tide, they knew it could also spark an even more dangerous escalation.

Sylva staggered back, her face a mix of shock and horror. The abrupt turn of events had left her bewildered, struggling to comprehend the rapid transformation from a festive gathering to a scene of death. Her empathetic nature recoiled from the violence that had just unfolded before her eyes.

“Wh-what…” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. The atmosphere had grown heavy with tension, and the lingering dread seemed to grip her like a vice. She took a few shaky steps backward, trying to make sense of the chaos around her.

Meanwhile, Drako’s face contorted with a blend of rage and fear. The shock of Valerius’s sudden demise had left him momentarily speechless. He had expected a show of power but not this level of ruthlessness. n/(..–).(—1/.n

Liam, though equally taken aback, quickly regained his composure. He was, after all, an astute strategist. He realized that the dynamics of the confrontation had drastically shifted, and this could be an opportunity for a different resolution, perhaps a chance to prevent further bloodshed.

Elara’s keen senses were on high alert, honed from years of mastering the art of subtlety and perception. As the events unraveled around her, she sensed something, a trace of presence that sent shivers down her spine. Yet, she couldn’t quite grasp it, as if it danced on the edges of her perception.

Liam, standing nearby, noticed the furrow in Elara’s brow. He leaned closer, concern etched across his features. “What is it?” he asked, recognizing the telltale signs of her detecting something amiss.

Elara shook her head, her eyes still scanning the surroundings. “I sense… something,” she replied, her voice laced with a mix of caution and uncertainty. “A presence, fleeting and elusive, but unmistakably there.”

( As expected from Elara, she noticed without witnessing it herself ) thought Liam.

Drako, once the epitome of arrogance, was now a picture of fear and desperation. His eyes darted around, scanning for an escape route. The sudden demise of his protector, Valerius, had shaken him to his core. It was a harsh reality check, a reminder that power, no matter how great, had its limits.

In a frantic attempt to regain control of the situation, Drako summoned the Returning Jade Stone, a desperate bid to salvage what remained of his pride. He crushed it in his palm, invoking its powers. His voice trembled, a thin veneer of bravado attempting to conceal the fear beneath.

“You think this is over? You’ve made a grave mistake,” Drako spat, his bravado cracking as he threatened. “The Wrymheart Clan won’t let this slide. You’ve made an enemy you can’t possibly handle.”

“You think you can run?!” Kesya shouted.

Kesya, with her power and looming darkness, moved to intercept Drako. Her speed was astonishing, like a shadowy wraith poised to ensnare her prey. But Selena, understanding the gravity of the situation and perhaps foreseeing the turmoil that had just unfolded, stepped in. A simple shake of Selena’s head was all it took, and Kesya halted her pursuit.

The three remaining young masters exchanged glances, a silent agreement passing between them. They all understood that further involvement in the escalating situation could bring about more harm than good. In this peculiar dance of power, discretion was the better part of valor. Liam, however, couldn’t shake off the image of the insane beggar and the speed and precision with which the assassination had occurred.

Liam, in particular, couldn’t shake the memories of the insane beggar’s abrupt and ruthless actions. The beggar’s display of skill in the assassination of Valerius lingered in his mind, raising questions about the beggar’s true identity and intentions. Although they wouldn’t actively confront Lyon, the mystery surrounding this unusual encounter left a lingering unease.

Elara approached Lyon with a calm but distant demeanor. She looked into his eyes and said, “We must part ways for now. It’s best that we don’t linger together in these times.”

Liam followed, his sharp wit and keen instincts making him wary of the uncertain future. “I’ll remember what truly happened,” he told Lyon, “and what he did tonight.”

Sylva, always the empathetic one, approached last. Her eyes glistened with regret. “I’m sorry, Lyon,” she said softly. “I wish I could do more, but the ties that bind me are strict. Be careful, and if you ever need help, don’t hesitate to find us… err… what is your name?”

Lyon couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the unexpected question. He considered his response for a moment before finally deciding to answer honestly, “Lyon Torga.”

The revelation had a noticeable effect on the three young masters. Elara’s eyes widened as her mind raced to connect the dots. The name Lyon Torga held tremendous weight, associated with the legendary emperor of times past. And with Kesya’s power and Lyon’s own commanding presence, it wasn’t a far stretch for Elara to question Lyon’s true identity.

Liam exchanged a knowing glance with Elara, and Sylva’s expression grew even more conflicted. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to fall into place, but the truth remained hidden behind the enigmatic emperor’s name.

Cecile, ever assertive, took a step forward, her voice carrying a tone of both warning and concern. “It’s best for all parties involved if you leave now,” she urged, addressing the three young masters. Her eyes held a seriousness that brooked no argument. “This path could lead to unnecessary conflicts, and I’d hate to see more bloodshed.”

Elara, Liam, and Sylva exchanged uncertain glances, weighing their options and the wisdom of getting further entangled in this already intricate situation. After a brief pause, Liam nodded, acknowledging the wisdom in Cecile’s words. “Very well,” he said, his voice tinged with caution. “We’ll heed your advice for now.”

With a mutual understanding, the three young masters turned away, disappearing into the shroud of the night.