Omega Ascension System[BL]-Chapter 277: _Don’t Let Your Guard Down

Garrick’s POV

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They were supposed to have it all under control. No... HE was supposed to have everything under control.

Amara had successfully dragged Kyren through a dimensional rift that the naive king had torn open himself as a last resort to defeat the augmented witch soldiers they sent to Silver Pine forest.

Then his wife, in all her benevolence, bound Kyren to a dimensional pocket space outside space time, keeping him in order with Divinanite and Silver.

"We have him here now." Garrick’s voice echoed through the boundless dark space, turning away from Kyren’s unconscious form bound to the wall. "Defenceless. Why don’t we—"

"Oh, my sweet Garrick." Amara cooed, black cloak billowing around her as she took slow steps forward. "Don’t tell me you’re going to suggest we kill our own son?"

What?

Garrick squinted at her heart-shaped face, shaking his head quickly. "N–No! Of course, not. I mean, he’s..." He snapped his neck back to Kyren.

Kyren’s long white hair draped over his face which was tilted downward. His wrists were suspended by the thick chains; his cloak was tattered.

The fearless Rogue King. He who united the Dark Lands under him. The hybrid who "escaped the High Matron’s control" as a child.

If only the rest of the continent knew—

All he saw was that fragile little boy he’d abandoned one day. A decision they made together. But before that... There was something soft about Kyren.

"And there it is..." Amara’s sudden chuckle made him snap out of those memories. She was now standing in front of him, hands finding his cheeks and caressing them softly. "... Deep down in those centuries of tamed madness, you still care for our boy too."

Garrick’s jaw tightened.

He should’ve seen those words coming.

Wrapping his fingers around her wrists, he leaned close until their noses brushed. "Whatever you say, my—"

"I don’t need to say anything, Garrick." She withdrew her hands quicker than she raised them, brushing past him toward Kyren. "I’m a witch. I can basically smell it in you."

His fists clenched beside himself. Not because he was angry at her. But because deep down he knew she was right. And he loathed that.

"Anyway, we’ll keep Kyren locked here... for now." Amara’s voice became chilly and final. "After all, there aren’t many transcendent cored Mages on this continent. It’ll be a shame if we suddenly... Lost one."

She kept a good distance from Kyren.

A few holographic screens levitated in front of her, showing her live videos. One flickered between images of the Arcadian capital and other cities around it. Another showed a live stream of—

"The moon blessed," Amara mumbled, spinning away from Kyren. "He and the Alpha Prince managed to defeat the Umbra beasts we sent their way in Silverpine."

Garrick grunted. "Of course, they did. Should we send more—"

"We don’t want to kill them," Amara raised a brow. "So no. We’re sending nothing else. Right now they’re headed for the capital. To meet the ’High Matron’."

Her lips curled into a mocking grin as she grabbed her hood, pulling it over her head. Then her entire cloak shifted. Specks of white light flaked past it from her feet to the hood.

When it was over—she was now donned in a white hooded robe, golden runes gleaming over the hems.

"I guess it’s time I finally show myself." A melodious voice was what left her lips. Grabbing his jaw, she pulled him toward herself.

Their lips locked in a kiss. Steamy. Brief. But oddly rejuvenating to Garrick.

When she let go of him, the light around her brightened. "Don’t let your guard down with Kyren. Even now, the Divinanite and Silver are merely holding back his mana and Alpha aura."

That was all she said before a white portal opened in front of her, letting her walk through.

Flashes of green and red crackled above the dark obsidian pocket space, illuminating it occasionally.

Locking his gaze on Kyren, a holographic screen appeared in front of Garrick. "I’d like to see how much of that ’fatherly care’ I still have for you. Maybe zapping you till you’re close to death will burn whatever’s left of it..."

The chains rattled just then. Kyren stirred—

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Garrick recalled all this now—kneeling in the holy council chamber of the Arcadian Councillors, at one of the top floors of the Obsidian tower.

The large hall was brightly lit with white and blue crystals. Pillars lined its right and left sides. Huge silver statues of the councillors loomed tall around a dais that seemed to stand above everything else.

And on the dais were five thrones.

Garrick was beneath the steps of this dais.

None of the councillors sat.

"Beta Axel Thorne of Lunaria." Councillor Morwen, the leader and apparently another transcendent core witch, broke the silence.

An invisible force made him raise his head until he was staring into her cold, unforgiving eyes.

He was bound by silver chains, Alpha aura restricted by layers of spells. Not to mention the holy chamber brimmed with the magic of millennia-old wards that would incinerate him if he made a move.

No escape.

"That’s if that’s even your real identity." Morwen continued, hands clasped in front of her chest. "You’re somehow... Deeply affiliated with the Dark Hand. Murdered Lunaria’s ruler—a Celestial-level Alpha. Safe to say your reputation precedes you."

His lips quivered with a faint smile.

"And today..." Morwen’s tone became clipped. "You led the Rogue king into our kingdom. Into our capital. Forcing us to expend our tower’s Central Runic core—causing untold damage to both infrastructure and lives. Innocent lives—"

"Forgive my interruption," Garrick cut in. "But is any of this supposed to move me somehow or—" 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

A sudden wave of pain shut him up, making him fall forward. When he hit the ground, Morwen’s voice sliced through the air. "You’ll speak only when I command it. Today, you stand before this council, so we decide your fate. If Lunaria was incompetent enough to let you go, we—"

She stopped just then.

Garrick was still face-first on the marble floor, the metallic taste of his blood raw in his mouth. He struggled to wiggle his fingers bound behind his back, raising his head to see why she stopped.

And then he felt it. Or rather... Her.

"Councillors." Amara’s tone was soft from behind him. "Release the prisoner. Now."

The air thickened instantly with tension.