NOVEL NEXT Chapter 71: This is just the beginning...
"Now," Lilith said softly and authoritatively. "Show me your loyalty."
Without hesitation, the soldier turned, his sword raised as he faced his former comrades. His movements were precise, deadly, as he slashed at the nearest man, catching him by surprise.
The soldier he attacked barely had time to raise his weapon before the blade pierced his chest, sending him crumpling to the ground.
The other soldiers nearby froze, their faces a mixture of shock and confusion as they watched one of their own turn against them.
Lilith watched the scene unfold with a satisfied smirk, her hand resting on her hip as she observed the man she had bent to her will. "Good boy," she murmured in approval.
The soldier, driven by the enchantment that bound him to her, fought like a savage, cutting down anyone who dared to get close to Lilith. He moved with the desperation of a man whose life depended on it—because, in a way, it did.
Adrian, catching sight of the soldier's sudden betrayal, glanced over at Lilith with a look that conveyed amazement and concern. He had seen her powers in action before, but watching her twist a man's will so completely still sent a chill down his spine.
Yet there was no time to dwell on it—he had his own battle to fight.
Meanwhile, Medea was in her element. She moved like a force of nature, unstoppable and unrelenting, her sword cleaving through the ranks of soldiers with terrifying ease.
Blood splattered in every direction around her as she cut down one opponent after another, her expression never changing from the cold, focused intensity that drove her.
A soldier lunged at her from the side, his spear aimed at her abdomen.
Without even looking, Medea sidestepped the attack, her hand shooting out to grab the spear's shaft. In one smooth motion, she yanked the weapon from his grasp and used it to impale him, driving the spear deep into his chest before wrenching it free.
Another man charged at her with a battle axe raised high. Medea ducked under the swinging blade, her body spinning gracefully as she brought her sword up in a lethal arc. The blade sliced clean through the man's midsection, cutting him in half before he even had time to scream.
Medea's lips curled into a grim smile as she surveyed the carnage around her. "Is this all you've got?" she taunted, her voice ringing out across the battlefield. "I expected more."
The chief, still watching from the back of the crowd, clenched his fists in frustration. His men were being slaughtered, and yet he couldn't back down now.
His pride, his reputation, demanded that he see this through to the bitter end.
"KEEP FIGHTING!" the chief bellowed in a hoarse voice filled with fury. "There's just three of them! WE CAN STILL WIN!"
But his words sounded hollow, even to his own ears.
The soldiers could see what was happening—their comrades were falling like flies, unable to stand against Adrian and the two goddesses' sheer power. Fear and doubt crept into their hearts, slowing their movements and weakening their resolve.
Medea noticed the shift immediately. The soldiers were hesitant now, their attacks less coordinated, their steps faltering.
Sensing the opportunity, she pressed her advantage, moving through them like a reaper cutting down wheat.
She threw her sword with deadly precision, the blade spinning through the air as it embedded itself in a soldier's chest.
With a flick of her wrist, she summoned the sword back to her hand, the weapon flying through the air like a boomerang as it returned to her grasp.
Adrian, still fighting at her side, watched in awe as she decimated the enemy forces.
Even with all the power he possessed, there was no denying that Medea was on a completely different level. Her control over her abilities and her sheer dominance on the battlefield was something to behold.
The fight was turning in their favour, but Adrian knew it wasn't over yet. There were still too many soldiers, and the chief hadn't made his move. They needed to end this quickly before the tide turned again.
He glanced over at Lilith, who was still toying with her new thrall, the soldier she had ensnared. She caught his eye and raised an eyebrow as if asking if he needed help.
Adrian gave a quick shake of his head, signalling that he could handle things on his end. He turned back to the fight, his fiery chains lashing out to entangle another soldier, pulling the man to the ground before Adrian finished him with a swift strike of his sword.
But as the battle raged on, Adrian's thoughts kept drifting back to the chief. The man had been too quiet, too still, watching from the sidelines without making a move.
There was something off about it, something that didn't sit right with Adrian.
Suddenly, a booming voice cut through the chaos, sending a ripple of unease through the ranks of the remaining soldiers.
"ENOUGH!"
The chief's voice echoed across the battlefield, and for the first time, Adrian saw the man move. He stepped forward, his massive frame towering over the soldiers as he made his way toward the centre of the fray.
The soldiers parted for him, their expressions a mix of fear and reverence. Even now, with the tide turning against them, they looked to the chief for guidance, for a way out of the massacre.
The chief stopped a few paces away from Adrian, Medea, and Lilith, his cold eyes scanning the scene before him. Blood soaked the ground, the bodies of his men strewn about like broken toys.
And yet, despite the carnage, there was no fear in his gaze—only cold, calculating rage.
"You think you've won?" the chief snarled, his voice low and dangerous. "You think this battle is over?"
Adrian tensed, his instincts screaming that something was about to happen. He glanced at Medea, who had already shifted into a defensive stance, her eyes narrowing as she studied the chief.
The air around the chief seemed to ripple, a dark energy swirling around him as his expression twisted into a wicked grin.
"This is just the beginning," the chief growled, his voice laced with power. "You have no idea who you're dealing with."