Silent Ruler [DNF]

Chapter 27: Brotherly love

Initially, George tried using his sword but found it to be more of a burden than helpful.

The blockage of the kingdom certainly hindered his channeling, but something was simultaneously boosting his energy tremendously. He made sure to stay in the water the entire time.

To take a life was something that George never had been forced to do upon that point. You can never truly understand its detrimental effect on your body, soul, and mind until you're staring into someone's eyes that's slowly slipping away from life.

But he couldn't let that hinder him. A mixture of desperation, rage and determination got his veins flowing with power and faintly glowing blue. His brother kept away and let the guards do his dirty work. George was disgusted by his cowardness. The cold-hearted prince that usually stopped at nothing to reach his goals, was now franticly and fearfully shouting orders to his guards while he selfishly hid behind them.

It only fueled George's determination further; if he was dying today, then so was Ethan too. George would gladly be the one to make sure he never saw the light of day again.

Walls of flames surrounded George as fearful guards approached him. From the aluminum contaminated water, he created ice crystals that he continuously aimed at the attacking people. The ice crystals mostly led to non-fatal injuries, but it slowed them down. The once clear water was now a deep red color. George himself had also sustained some minor injuries.

Two people were approaching from his right. A sword penetrated through his flame shield and graced his unprotected shoulder. He groaned in pain but countered the attack but sealing their feet to the ground, similar to how he'd done to Dream once. Before they could act further, he made a slicing motion with his palm. The red water obeyed his command and much like a blade it cut their unprotected throats. Blood splattered everywhere, causing an even more brutal scene.

With his attention elsewhere, one of the guards managed to break through George's protection, grab his hair and yank him backwards. It made him lose focus, leading to his shield faltering.

Only six guards remained, but as George fell to the ground, they seized the opportunity and swiftly got closer. His head was spinning yet he found a pair of legs, closed his fists around the ankles and put all his focus into creating fire while simultaneously locking the person's feet to the ground.

An ear-deafening scream echoed through the room the person's clothes caught on fire. The smell of burnt flesh filled George's nostrils and made him gag.

People were surrounding him. He crawled away to gain some space before trying to get up. However, someone kicked him harshly right in his solar plexus, making him to drop to the floor fighting for air.

On his knees he was once more cornered by the remaining five guards. Before he could react, he felt a hand closing around his throat and lifting him up. Another rose his sword and prepared to drive it through his stomach. Despite the adrenaline he felt how low his energy was getting. His lungs were also screaming for air.

But he couldn't give up.

So, with closed eyes he envisioned the roof crashing down on the guy with the sword. Unpleasant sounds of bones breaking reached his. Thereafter he used the distraction it had created to grab ahold of the guy who cutting his airways and headbutted his nose. Another disgusting sound filled by multiple curses as the grip around his neck loosened.

A burning sensation in his throat appeared when he finally could breathe again. Dipping his left hand into the water he managed to form a razor-sharp ice-crystal and wasted no time before ramming it into the closest guard's neck. More blood contaminated the surrounding. It looked like the picture-perfect definition of a massacre.