Chapter 9 - The Uprising
The boy walked slowly into the grand ballroom, trailing dirt and dried blood across the pristine marble floor.
He was flanked by the three massive guard dogs, who growled menacingly at anyone who dared to move.
The elite guests scrambled backward in pure terror, knocking over expensive floral arrangements and ice sculptures.
The father dropped Elara’s hand, his polished facade finally cracking into raw, desperate panic.
Guards, shoot this absolute freak right now.
Four security officers raised their weapons, but they never even got the chance to pull the triggers.
A massive herd of frightened, abused horses from the estate’s racing stables suddenly crashed through the shattered patio doors.
They had been freed by the short-circuited locks, and the boy’s energy guided their absolute fury.
The horses stampeded through the ballroom, scattering the armed guards and destroying the lavish banquet.
The boy walked directly through the chaos, completely untouched, his glowing eyes locked entirely on the father.
Your reign of terror is completely over, Arthur.
The father backed against the banquet table, his hands frantically searching for a weapon.
You cannot stop me, you dirty little peasant.
The boy raised his hand, pointing a single, glowing finger directly at Elara’s wheelchair.
The massive surge of biological energy he channeled bypassed the mechanical battery and shot straight into Elara’s spine.
The paralytic poison in her blood literally boiled away in a split second of agonizing, glorious heat.
Elara took a massive, gasping breath, her fingers twitching violently against the armrests.
She pushed herself up, kicking the golden tray of legal documents violently away.
She stood at full height, glaring down at the man who had stolen ten years of her life.
I am not signing anything, you absolute monster.
The elite guests gasped in absolute shock, recording the miraculous event on their expensive phones.
The father realized his entire empire was completely ruined in a matter of seconds.
With a roar of pure, psychotic rage, he pulled a hidden silver stiletto blade from his tuxedo jacket.
He lunged violently toward Elara, aiming the deadly blade directly for her unprotected throat.
If I cannot have the empire, nobody will.
Elara did not have the strength to dodge the lethal strike in time.
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She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the agonizing sting of cold steel.
The boy moved faster than a human being ever should.
