Julian raised his hand and the Cosmic Spear of Death materialized in his grip. The spear radiated an violent, otherworldly crackling of energy.
The space around him seemed to warp, and the very atmosphere trembled in response to the immense force of the spear. The spectators couldn’t help but watch in awe as the spear established its dominance.
Eva’s voice cut through the silence, filled with both shock and curiosity. “What is that? How does he have it?”
The question hung in the air, but no one seemed to have an answer. The Cosmic Spear was not something anyone had seen before, not even those in the royal family. The weapon was mysterious and contained energy that was not familiar to anyone present.
“Lets begin” Julian said. His voice was calm, but the underlying challenge was unmistakable.
Julian eyes locked onto Duke Frederick as the spear in his hand began to glow with more power. First, he fused his lightning energy with the spear, surrounding it with violent sparks of lightning.
Frederick’s expression shifted to one of confidence. Yes, I can take that easily, he thought, his own aura surging in response. freeωebnovēl.c૦m
But then, Julian took it a step further. He merged cosmic energy into the spear. The weapon now glowed with an ethereal light that seemed to bend reality itself.
The pressure in the arena increased. Frederick’s grin faltered as the sheer force emanating from the spear felt like it was pinning him down, making his knees tremble for just a brief moment.
Maybe if I use all my power, I can take it. he thought.
But Julian wasn’t done yet. With a sinister smirk, he infused the spear with death energy, a dark, suffocating force that seemed to erode the life from the air itself.
The room went still for a moment as the aura of death wrapped around the spear. Goosebumps covered Frederick’s skin as the full weight of the spear’s power settled on him. His confidence completely shattered.
What the hell is even that? Duke Frederick thought, his heart racing as he took in the sight of the weapon that now seemed to embody everything in the universe—lightning, the cosmos, and death itself.
Meanwhile, a wave of unease swept over Alden as he watched Julian hold the spear, imbued with forces far beyond his own comprehension.
Everyone present knew that the display of the power was not one of a mere Supreme Mage but of someone far beyond anything of their comprehension.
Regina’s heart raced in her chest as she finally allowed herself to truly see Julian, not as her son, but as an overwhelming force of power.
Her earlier attempts at ignoring him faltered, and admiration quickly followed. How has he become so much stronger? she thought to herself. He makes me, an Arch Mage, look like a novice.
She had always known Julian was powerful, strong enough to shape his own world—but witnessing it firsthand was an entirely different experience.
She understood now that all the promises he had made, the offers he had extended, were not empty words. He had the power to back them up. In that moment, what had once seemed like an unsure and rushed temptation now felt not only natural but overwhelmingly tantalizing.
Similarly, Eleanor, Eva, Lisa, Isabel, and Eliot all sat frozen, their eyes wide with shock. No one dared to speak; the gravity of the moment was enough to render them mute.
Duke Hans, feeling the weight of the situation, slowly let go of his aura. His shoulders slumped, and he exhaled deeply. His eyes lost the confidence they once had. “I lost,” he admitted.
Julian let out a hearty laugh, as he released the immense energies surrounding his spear. The Cosmic Spear of Death dissipated leaving faint trace of its aura.
“Wise choice, Duke,” Julian said, his tone playful, as if the battle had been little more than a game. His eyes sparkled with amusement as he surveyed the stunned faces around him.
The atmosphere was tense and shocked by the effortless win of Julian over the pillar of the kingdom. Alden’s concern was shifted to pride.
Regina’s eyes met his, and in that moment, Julian saw the change in her. The hesitation, the resistance, was still there but it was now tempered by acknowledgment and recognition.
One final show, Julian thought, and you’ll be mine, dear mother. A show that will make you crave everything I offer.
Lisa watched the duel with a strange mix of emotions swirling within her. Her mind drifted back to earlier that morning when her husband had told her he was going to check if the people inside the castle were asleep, so they could begin their intimate plan.
Yet, he had suddenly become unconscious—an unexpected turn that had left her stunned.
It was surprising, especially after she had given up on him, but as the duel unfolded before her, a realization slowly settled in: it had all been Julian’s plan.
Rather than feeling anger or betrayal, she only felt a deeper sense of attraction to Julian.
Maybe, she thought, there’s no harm in being drawn closer to the sun—even if it burns.
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As the group made their way back to the castle, the tension from the battle hall gradually dissipated. Conversations resumed with an undertone of awe and respect for Julian’s power.
Julian walked casually with his usual charming demeanor but his gaze momentarily drifted to Eva.
Every step she took was a seductive dance, her hips swaying in a way that was impossible to ignore. Even after having borne children, her curves was stunningly voluptuous.
The combination of her big hips and heavy breasts only added to her attraction and sex appeal. Her mature body clung tightly to the fabric of her dress, tempting him to imagine what lay beneath.
He thought, Oh dear sister, how will you fall? His gaze then shifted to William, her husband, walking beside her with a proud demeanor. Is he your weakness? Julian thought with a sly grin spreading across his face.
His eyes then shifted to Eliot, Eva’s young daughter, walking cheerfully beside her mother. Or is she your weakness? Julian thought. Stay updated via empire