The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 1279 - 197 - The Fall Of Milham Kingdom - Part 1 (2)
Right now, I was dreaming one of those dreadful visions again, one that looked less like a warning and more like a front-row seat to hell itself.
And in the dream, I was watching the Queen’s execution.
The square was packed with people.
Citizens filled every corner, every balcony, as well as every possible space where someone could stand and watch. Their voices blended into a roaring mass of anger and hatred that hung over the entire place like a storm cloud.
At the center of it all stood the platform.
The Queen stood there.
She didn’t struggle. She didn’t scream. She didn’t beg.
She just stood there quietly, her hands bound, her posture straight, looking out at the crowd.
Her expression was calm in a way that felt... unsettling.
And then she spoke.
"I have killed—"
Her voice carried across the square, steady and clear despite everything.
For some reason, the next words blurred.
It was like someone had taken a brush and smeared ink across that exact part of the vision. I could see her lips moving, but the meaning simply refused to reach me.
Still, I didn’t really need to hear it.
Judging by the crowd’s reaction, whoever she had killed must have been someone incredibly important.
The people erupted.
They screamed curses. They shouted accusations. Some of them were so furious they started throwing stones at her. The rocks bounced off the wooden platform, struck her shoulders, her arms and one even grazed her forehead.
And yet she didn’t say another word.
After that, she was led to the noose.
The rope hung there above the platform, swaying slightly in the wind like it already knew its job for the day.
The executioner moved with the calm professionalism of someone who had done this far too many times.
The rope was placed around her neck.
A moment of silence followed.
Then—
The platform beneath her feet was pulled away.
Her body dropped.
The rope snapped tight.
For a brief moment she dangled there, suspended in the air as her body jerked slightly, the noose digging into her throat.
The crowd watched.
Some cheered.
Others continued throwing stones at her even as she hung there.
Eventually her breathing stopped completely.
But the dream didn’t end.
Because right then—
Someone stepped into my vision.
At first it was just a shadow cutting through the smoke above the square.
Then the figure descended.
And the moment I saw it clearly, a cold chill ran straight through my spine.
It was an atrocity of a being.
Massive red wings stretched behind him, each one glowing faintly as if lit from within by burning embers. His eyes glowed the same shade of crimson, and it was sharp and merciless, like two coals pulled straight from a furnace.
Fire curled around his body.
Not the normal kind.
This fire moved differently. It was slow, heavy, and almost alive. Every flicker of it carried enough heat that the air itself seemed to tremble.
It looked strong enough to scorch the earth itself.
The entire square fell silent.
Even the angry crowd seemed to freeze, unsure of what exactly they were looking at.
The being began speaking.
Some kind of grand speech.
I could see his lips moving. I could hear the rhythm of his voice echoing through the air.
But the words themselves never reached me.
It was like listening through water.
Then, slowly, he raised one hand.
Flames gathered there, swirling together until they formed a blazing sphere that pulsed with terrifying power.
And with a single motion—
He burned the Queen.
The fire swallowed her instantly.
There was no struggle. There was no scream. Just a sudden eruption of crimson flames that consumed the hanging body in seconds.
When the fire faded...
Nothing remained.
Just ashes drifting down through the air like black snow.
That atrocity...
That was the one who brought about the fall of the Kingdom.
And the moment I saw the Queen reduced to nothing but ash—
My eyes snapped open.
***
I was sweating profusely.
Not the normal kind of sweat either.
It was the kind you get after running too much or sitting under the sun for hours.
No, this was different. It felt heavier and even colder. My shirt clung to my back, damp and uncomfortable, while beads of sweat rolled slowly down my temple and jaw.
It felt like whatever I had seen... wasn’t because of my own ability.
It couldn’t have been.
My mind kept insisting on that, clinging to the idea like someone gripping a rope while drowning.
It had to be a bad dream.
A really bad dream.
The kind that sticks to your mind even after waking up, leaving behind a nasty aftertaste that refuses to go away.
I wanted to believe that.
No—scratch that.
I needed to believe that.
It had to be just a dream. Nothing more. Just some weird, twisted product of my imagination running wild while I slept.
None of that was going to happen in the future.
Right?
That was the part I kept repeating to myself over and over again, like a broken record. The same thought, looping endlessly inside my head.
Right...?
I had to convince myself of it.
Because the alternative was something I didn’t even want to consider.
My breathing felt uneven, like my chest had forgotten the proper rhythm for a moment. My heart thumped loudly in my ears, each beat echoing inside my skull.
I needed to calm down.
I needed to go back to sleep.
That was the easiest explanation, after all.
Just a nightmare.
People get nightmares all the time. Some are weird, some are terrifying, and some are so ridiculous you wake up wondering what kind of nonsense your brain just cooked up.
This had to be one of those.
There was no way something like that was actually going to happen.
Right?
Still... 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖
No matter how many times I tried to convince myself, something kept nagging at the back of my mind.
A tiny voice whispering that things might not be that simple.
What if it wasn’t just a dream?
What if what I saw... wasn’t my imagination at all?
What if it was Clairvoyance?
That thought alone was enough to make my stomach twist.
The possibility kept creeping back in, no matter how hard I tried to shove it away.
If it was Clairvoyance... then what I saw wasn’t just some random nightmare.
It was the future.
And if that was the case...
Then I had just witnessed something that was actually going to happen.
The thought alone was enough to mess with my head.
Seriously.
It felt like my thoughts were spinning in circles, bumping into each other over and over again until nothing made sense anymore.
My chest tightened.
My throat felt dry.
It was like I was slowly sinking underwater, except there was no water around me.
Still, the sensation was there.
That suffocating pressure.
That slow, creeping feeling of being dragged deeper and deeper.
Like I was drowning.
