Omega Ascension System[BL]-Chapter 271: _Erase You From The Map

Kyren’s POV

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When he snapped his fingers, the sound struck through the air with a sonic boom.

Time froze. Just for a second or two.

Then the mini black hole began spinning slowly behind him. Air, light—little things began getting sucked into the singularity while the councillors watched with horror.

"You..." Councillor Jexar swung her robe aside, pointing a finger at Kyren. "You’re crossing a line! Continue this and we’ll rain the full might of our council on the Dark Lands."

Kyren merely smirked at her words.

His eyes flicked downward.

Garrick was still floating twenty or thirty meters below him, staring. His father’s stolen face was ferocious and cold as ever. But for the briefest second—Kyren saw fear in those golden eyes.

The bastard probably hadn’t tried escaping because there was no way to do that. Not when he was surrounded by Arcadia’s most powerful mages—and himself, of course.

"I’m shaking in my boots." Kyren whipped his head back to the councillors, voice dripping with mockery.

With a flick of his wrist, the mini black hole moved from behind his head to float right above his right palm.

Just then, he sensed multiple Arcadian battle crafts heading his way. Some from the obsidian tower on the horizon. Others from different parts of the city.

This just got more interesting.

"I’ll give you an offer." Kyren cut to the chase. "Grant me free rein to take Beta Axel away from here. And also to take my mate and the Lunarian prince with me."

Silence.

He didn’t say anything else, and neither did the councillors. They glanced amongst themselves, expressions taut. Soon, Morwen snorted, eyes glinting with a cold light.

"That’s it?" She sneered. "You slither into our kingdom. Our capital—"

"Whilst chasing the rat below me, yes." Kyren pointed at his father with a shrug.

The fact that he was still keeping his core and bloodlust under control, even though all he wanted was to raze the city with his parents in it, was mercy enough to him.

He KNEW Amara was here.

Her presence—her magic—as restrained as it was, was still pulsating in the obsidian tower. The High Matron herself was his mother all along...

Hmph. He’ll dig that grave later.

"—You’ve left damage on the ground level of the city." Morwen continued despite his interruption. "Annihilated soldiers trying to apprehend you seconds ago..."

Kyren was getting bored.

He scanned his eyes around, noticing the fleets of battle crafts and flying witch soldiers surrounding him in a unified formation.

They probably thought he was the trapped one here. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

"... Not to mention you destroyed a quarter of the Silverpine wilderness." Morwen sounded like an overstimulated mother at this point. "One of Arcadia’s most delicate ecosystems. And you expect us to just let you go?"

Her mana core flared in tune with her anger, coating her in a cloak of blue light. Her fellow councillors had to hover a few meters away, feeling the pressure.

But all Kyren felt was a light breeze.

"I’m delighted you read out my résumé." The Rogue King’s grin widened, cruel and bloodthirsty. "Anyway... I guess this means you won’t let me go."

Their silent spell casting while they stared cautiously at him was enough of an answer to him.

"Very well." The mini black hole floating above his palm swirled faster. "If you wish to keep me prisoner—I’ll be more than glad to erase your capital from the map. Permanently."

Releasing the black hole, it tripled in size in an instant. The sky, which had been blazing crimson due to his mana output, became darker. Like night had suddenly descended.

"Tower Holy mages!" One of the flying soldiers, a mythic-level mage, yelled out with a magically enhanced voice. "Show the enemy the might of Arcadia!"

"For the High Matron!" The others roared in response, casting spells and charging through the air toward Kyren.

However, the Rogue King didn’t flinch at their display. He found it rather... Underwhelming.

With a guttural sound, the black hole grew until it was as large as an adult man. Spells fired at Kyren got sucked into it. The air for tens of metres around him got sucked in too—destabilising some of the flight spells of the mages.

With the soldiers occupied, Kyren turned his head to the councillors.

Morwen disappeared, leaving the three other council members to weave their attacks.

Two large runic circles materialised at Kyren’s left and right side, glowing bright silver. Another appeared in front of him, another behind him, one above him and one beneath him.

"Yield!" Aldus commanded, voice crackling through the chaos like thunder.

The runic circles flared in response to that command, each individual rune pulsing with ancient power. Lightning bolts. Fire spears. Hailstorms and light chains.

Kyren was bombarded all around by a torrent of elemental attacks, each more destructive than the last. Or at least... The Councillors thought he was being bombarded.

In reality, his transcendent core surged.

Reality distorted around him, changing the fire spears to water spouts, hail storms to bubbles, lightning bolts to strings of smoke—simple things that caused no harm.

When the runic circles finally dissipated into specks of light, Kyren came out unscratched, lips still curled in that cold grin.

"Now—" before he could utter a sentence, an invisible force held him in place.

Piercing heat slammed his back, disintegrating his almost invulnerable cloak and sending him hurtling through the air. He lost his balance, falling from the sky like a comet.

’So that’s what Morwen was up to...’ his eyes locked on Morwen through the pain.

She levitated where he’d been a second ago, already making moves on his blackhole—which was laying waste to the soldiers and battle craft fleets.

Kyren steadied himself mid-fall, wings of raw crimson mana unfurling behind him with a vicious snap. The heat that had scorched his back evaporated instantly as his core pulsed—hard enough to rattle the air for miles.

"Oh? There you are." His voice was a low growl as he blurred back into the sky.

Morwen’s silhouette flickered—one moment solid, the next a blur of star-blue light. Her expression was carved from stone, eyes narrowed with the full weight of a transcendent-level witch.

Runes circled her palms, weaving into a spinning lattice of cosmic mana.

Kyren cracked his neck. "Finally. Someone worth hitting back."

She launched the spell first—a comet of condensed starlight that tore through the sky with a wail. Kyren caught it with one hand. His fingers sizzled... but only for a moment before the star imploded in his grip like glass meeting a hammer.

Morwen’s lips tightened.

"Your blasphemy ends today," she hissed. "To speak of the High Matron the way you—"

"Oh please," Kyren cut in, voice dripping with mockery. "Your High Matron is a fraud wrapped in gold ribbons." He tilted his head, watching her flinch. "You’ve felt it, haven’t you? That little... off pulse in her aura."

Her eyes flickered—barely—but it was enough.

"Aww. Don’t look so betrayed," he taunted. "I’m just saying what you’ve been afraid to admit. Why isn’t she out here saving you? Why hide in that tower while her city—"

Before Morwen could snap back, Kyren felt it.

A ripple in the fabric of mana around the capital.

It was sharp. Wrong. Like a glitch in the heartbeat of the entire capital.

He turned sharply toward the eastern skyline—just as one of the massive floating crystal towers glitched, flickered—then its foundation runes shattered like breaking teeth.

The entire tower dropped.

Straight down.

Civilians screamed as they fell through the collapsing platforms, shards of glowing crystal raining like knives. Many got sliced by the falling shards, guts and blood splattering.

Others held loved ones and random strangers like that could save them. Those who could save themselves with magic did so.

Kyren’s eyes widened—not with fear, but clarity.

"The power grid," he muttered. "The obsidian tower’s draining everything to... protect itself."

His gaze locked on the obsidian monolith in the distance, its golden rings spinning faster—drawing mana from the city like a starving beast.

No. Not the tower.

HER.

The High Matron.

"Pathetic," Kyren sneered. "Sacrificing her people just to keep her throne room intact."

Morwen roared and lunged, but Kyren snapped—literally.

A single crack of his fingers ruptured the air. Space folded and burst, knocking her backwards so violently the sky warped behind her. The shockwave shattered two nearby battle crafts and sent a fleet of soldiers tumbling.

Kyren raised his palm, mana swirling into a vortex so dense it distorted the sunlight around it.

Enough games.

"Garrick!" he bellowed, eyes blazing crimson. "Time to die."

He pulled the spell together, space-tearing tendrils spiralling around his arm like a living storm.

Right as he unleashed it—

He froze.

Elian.

His little flame’s life force lit up across the city, weak but unmistakable, flickering away from the floating tower he’d been on earlier. The ruby necklace was still active—but barely.

Kyren’s heart lurched.

Without a second thought, he vanished.

He reappeared atop a floating crystal tower, crimson flames flaring like a second sun—

Staring toward where Elian was running.

And the spell meant for Garrick still screamed behind him, unbound and ready to annihilate anything in its path.

"Something’s after him." He muttered, fists clenched. "Or someone... Amara, you sneaky bat!"