Lost in the Path of Fate

Chapter 130 - Duel

"Taron is being invaded?!" Emperor Adin spoke in anger and the royal messengers all kneeled on the ground while trembling in fear.

"What is their current status?!" He asked and one person standing beside the throne moved to stand in front of him so he will not release his anger to the poor messengers.

"The forces from Cresencia are currently marching in all four major directions, your majesty. The north and south seem to have the strongest of them all as what the messengers have spoken earlier, interruptions might have happened in the west and east." Crown Prince Finley Blanch of the Belmaid Empire spoke.

His long, golden hair swayed like the sun's rays.

"Interruptions?" Emperor Adin asked and Finley nodded his head.

"Initial reports have spoken about the presence of a fairy on the east and a swordmaster on the west and those two are the strongest in those directions. However, as we have sighted earlier again, the fairy and the swordmaster seem to have disappeared, leaving their forces."

Confusion could be seen on the emperor's face as he tried to evaluate the situation.

"What are your other findings, Fin?" He inquired and Finley took a deep breath before opening his mouth to speak.

"Faust is currently held as a captive within Taron's palace."

Everyone kept silent the moment Finley spoke. In an instant, all lights within the Belmaid Empire flickered for a moment.

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"Are we going to wait here, Pier?" Ciaran asked as he lay on the bed. The white-haired king was sleeping on top of his arm laid out to act as a pillow.

"We can not fully reveal our invasion yet. Not until they enter Taron, that is," Pier spoke, the covers of the bed reaching until his waist.

"I see. Then I shall wait for your command." Ciaran nudged his nose in the man's hair but Pier was occupied with something else.

"You don't need to wait for my command, Ciaran. You're a king." He rose from the bed still with the covers draped over his body and the vampire king eyed the toned back muscles flexing under the cascading darkness.

"I am a king but you are my king," He urged and Pier chuckled at the statement.

The green-eyed man was not referring to Pier as 'his' king that signified a lover.

He wasn't creating an analogy that refers to Pier as someone of his other half.

Ciaran was referring to him having Pier as his absolute ruler. Someone that he cannot refute and will follow whatever the command may be.

Pier's wide back continued to display itself in front of the man and Ciaran contained himself from marking those.

It was a clear winter night.

Pier looked serene under the moonlight and his ethereal looks continued to shine like some of the most beautiful nebulas in the universe that encompassed various colors.

But at the same time, he was a heavenly body no one could easily touch.

That's why Ciaran was adamant in treating Pier as someone higher than him, someone he can look up to and probably on the verge of worship.

Pier was so great he was like the moon controlling the tides of war happening in this wretched continent.

Everyone was dancing in his palms whether it'd be knights, mages, kings, kingdoms, empires. They were all completely submerged within his control and Pier was taking pleasure of it.