Percival greeted them with an unsettling warmth, his smile wide and welcoming. "Ah, welcome back home, my niece and nephews. How was the Day of Heroes? Was it as amazing as always?" His tone dripped with mockery.
Aleksander, seething with fury, cut him off. "Why is our home in ruins? And where is our Father?" he demanded, his voice trembling with anger.
Percival greeted them with an unsettling warmth, his smile wide and welcoming. "Ah, welcome back home, my niece and nephews. How was the Day of Heroes? Was it as amazing as always?" His tone dripped with mockery.
Aleksander, seething with fury, cut him off. "Why is our home burning? Where is Father?" he demanded, his voice trembling with anger.
Percival's sinister grin widened. "Oh, your father, Jonathan?" He casually lifted a see-through container, revealing Jonathan's heart inside. "He's right here."
At that moment, a storm of rage surged through Aleksander. His body unleashed a violent red burst of energy, the force of which swept across the entire landscape, tearing through the air and shaking the ground. The farms around them shook under the oppressive energy.
Percival, unfazed, responded by activating his own dark aura. It clashed fiercely with Aleksander's power, the pressure of their energies cracking the earth beneath them. Percival laughed maniacally, reveling in the chaos and mocking the siblings with every word.
But Aleksander knew he was outmatched. With sheer determination, he redirected his aura to shield Violet and Xavier, enduring the brutal onslaught of Percival's power, the force of it leaving him severely injured.
"You know," Percival said with a smirk, "I would love to continue this game, but I have more important matters to attend to. Besides, you might want to check on your father before he breathes his last."
As Percival's black-and-gold aura overwhelmed Aleksander, he deactivated his power and looked up. The sky above began to crack open as if splitting apart. A bright beam of light illuminated the heavens.
In an instant, a massive golden city, larger than anything they'd ever seen, descended from the heavens. The flying city, made entirely of gold, cast a massive shadow over the land.
"Ah, there they are," Percival remarked with a pleased smile, turning his head toward the golden marvel in the sky.
Raven, finally seeing Heinrich and Sage's arrival, sighed in relief, her stress evaporating. She glanced up at the grand spectacle, thankful they had arrived before Percival's patience ran thin.
Through worm portals, legions of soldiers poured into the sky. Ships followed in waves, filling the air as Grande Valhalla, the golden city, extended a long and massive staircase made of pure gold. It descended majestically for Percival.
He and his henchmen ascended the staircase, greeted at the top by Heinrich and Sage, who knelt and bowed deeply. "Welcome back, my Lord," they said in unison.
Before stepping into the grandeur of the golden city, Percival turned his head one last time toward Xavier, his smile twisting into something more wicked. "See you soon, my dear Novus," he whispered with venom.
Xavier could only stare, speechless, as the weight of everything crashed down on him, his mind struggling to process the nightmare unfolding before his eyes.
As Percival and his army vanished in the blink of an eye, Aleksander and Violet sprinted towards the ruins of their now-razed home, Xavier trailing close behind.
When they reached the charred remains, horror gripped them as they saw the condition of their father.
Somehow still alive without his heart, Jonathan managed a bright smile as he saw his children, even through the agony wracking his body.
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The Superior Rebirth: A Hero's Awakening
FantasyIn a world where power isn't just a privilege but a birthright, those born with supernatural abilities stand at the top-revered, feared, and often consumed by their own arrogance. The powerless? They're left to survive in the shadows, treated as not...
