Up in the sky above the castle where Silva was, a golden eagle with emerald green eyes circled above the clouds. As soon as the king was killed, it shot into the distance with incredible speed.
But its presence hadn’t gone unnoticed, as Kratos shot into the sky and flew after it at breakneck speed.
The eagle saw the wyvern chasing after it and pushed to move even faster, but Kratos was incredibly fast. He picked up speed and was catching up.
Kratos fired a stream of purple flames to take out the eagle. The eagle made a quick turn to the side and dodged the flames, but that was exactly what Kratos wanted.
As the eagle moved to the side and dodged the attack, it was open in that moment, unable to change direction quickly enough to dodge the second attack.
So Kratos slashed with his claws, and three claw arcs shot at the eagle, slashing into its wing and damaging it badly.
The eagle immediately began to fall, and Kratos dived to catch it, but as he got close, the eagle exploded in his face.
The attack was not very lethal, but it was painful, so as Kratos flinched in pain, a golden light shot out of the explosion flames and continued in the direction the eagle had been heading.
Kratos shook off the pain and flew after the golden light, accelerating wildly and causing several sonic booms and ripples in the air.
He managed to catch up with the light and opened his mouth to swallow it, but as he closed his jaws, the light exploded again, forcing Kratos’s mouth open.
Another, smaller light shot from the explosion and traveled faster than the other two had. By this time, Kratos was royally pissed off.
He opened his mouth wide, and a large fireball began forming, which he then compressed. He kept compressing it over and over until the fireball was so dense it weighed his head down, and then he fired it.
The fireball traveled at incredible speed despite its weight and soon caught up to the smaller light. And it exploded.
The explosion was so large and powerful that it cleared out the clouds in the sky, scorching the buildings and plants below.
Kratos flew closer to the spot where it exploded; the air was very hot. He looked around to see if the little light was still there, and when he was sure that it was gone, he turned and flew away.
A minute after he flew off, the light surfaced from the ground below and started flying again, only to be suddenly caught inside a thick crystal ball.
“Seems your idea for me to turn back was smart,” Kratos said to Lily, who was on his back. She was the one who had captured the light in the crystal.
“You’re just dumb, Kratos. This is a light that kept escaping you, and you thought one flashy attack would kill it?
Also, don’t use those kinds of attacks carelessly. If you’d gone any stronger with that attack, you could have killed people below.” Lily cautioned Kratos.
“Sorry, I’ll be more cautious,” Kratos agreed. Lily nodded and snapped her fingers, teleporting them away.
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Back inside the castle, Silva walked through the corridors, headed for the king’s room and towards the secret room.
He used force to open it, and immediately the queen leaped out with a short sword aimed at Silva’s throat.
Silva simply grabbed her hand, twisted it, and the blade fell to the ground.
“Let go of my mother,” the king’s son said. Silva saw the kid and turned his attention to him.
“Hey there, little brat. I’ll keep this short and to the point. Your father is dead; I killed him with my own two hands.
Now I’m taking over everything, and you and mommy have to leave. Now, let me warn you—whatever it is that you’re plotting in your mind, stop it.
Because I’ll kill you a hundred times before your finger can even flinch. And I don’t hold back, even against children,” Silva said.
The boy stood his ground and looked Silva in the eye. Silva smirked and released some pressure on him, causing the boy to fall to his knees.
“Bravery can get you far, but the distance it can take you won’t be enough. You need power to back up bravery.
So, leave here now with all that anger and rage you have towards me, and as you pass the throne room, look inside and see your father’s body.
Let that image be drilled into your mind, and let yourself hate me. Let it drive you to dedicate your life to training so that one day, you might come to defeat me.
Never forgive me for as long as I live, and hunt me down until the day you die. Take your mother and leave, because by the time three minutes are up and you’re still here, I’ll kill your dream of revenge by killing you.” Silva said.
He patted the boy on the head and turned to leave. The boy glared at Silva with rage and anger, glancing at the short sword his mother had dropped.
“Don’t do that, kid. I’m giving you the chance to walk away from all this and be happy with a new life training to kill me.
But if you use that blade to attack me, you can kiss your mother goodbye.” Silva said and left.
The prince looked at his mother, who was still in pain from when Silva twisted her arm. “Mom, I’m going ahead. You can stay here and die if you want.” After saying that, he walked out of the room.
In his mind, all he could hear was, Kill Silva, kill him, devour him. And those voices reached his heart, making it all he wanted to do.
He may not be able to do it now, but he silently swore that he would get strong enough to take out Silva.