Chapter 1331: Threat
Will paths weren’t hereditary.
Even if a man and woman of the sa path ca together to birth a baby, said baby wouldn’t automatically be on their path.
As parents, they could choose to encourage their child to follow a true will path, or ingrain the doctrine of their will paths into them.
In the middle planes, the latter was always the case.
As soon as Kale could speak and think for himself, the Viscount had ordered the best scholars on their world to teach him the doctrine of the Redfla path.
After learning the path of the Redfla, Kale could swear it was only when he was in the presence of his father and older brothers that he felt true heat. Ordinary flas didn’t affect him, he could swim in a pool of lava like it was water.
Though he felt like his father could turn him into ash if he so wished, it had never gotten to that level. He had never felt what he was feeling now.
True heat.
The instant Atticus’ will erupted from his body and enveloped them, Kale’s flas didn’t even last a second. They were snuffed out before he could realize what was happening.
Kale felt a heat slam into him. It was unlike anything he had ever felt. Like he’d been thrown deep within a scorching furnace, like all his centuries of practicing the doctrines of the Redfla path didn’t matter.
A scream tore from Kale’s throat, but the iron grip tightened around his neck, ending his screams.
The sound of sizzling flesh reached his ears, and the excruciating pain roaring from his neck made it obvious where it was coming from.
His neck was burning. No, his whole body was burning. Smoke rose into the air as his flesh seared, but Kale didn’t seem to care. He only cared about making the pain stop.
Kale’s arms desperately clamped down on Atticus’ hand, trying to pry his grip open. But it felt like he had touched scalding tal with his bare hands. His hands recoiled back, shocked by the insane heat.
‘There’s no choice.’
Atticus’ grip kept on tightening, he was getting choked! He fought through the pain and grabbed his arm, wanting to pry it open, but the arm didn’t even so much as budge.
Kale’s eyes had turned bloodshot and every tear that tried to spill from his eyes evaporated from the intense heat.
Kale didn’t even realize that the entire arena had fallen deathly silent. The mbers of the Redflas that had been cheering monts ago were silent.
He didn’t even realize that, considering the situation, all eyes would be on him. That the other gods would feel nothing but shock.
No, he realized all of this. But nothing seed to be more important than getting the hell out of this situation.
Kale thrashed around, struggling, trying his very best to escape, but to no avail.
Finally, as he realized the futility of it all, he turned his trembling gaze down toward Atticus. It had lost all the disdain it once held.
Most gods present had lived centuries to millennia, and experienced most things people couldn’t possibly imagine. It had hardened them.
They weren’t ones to startle easily, regardless of the threat, or even break down. But in the face of death, even the best of the best would find themselves overwheld.
The instant Kale’s eyes t the furnace that was Atticus’ gaze, he could instantly feel that sense of finality. He was going to die.
“W-wait!” Kale managed to choke out, but Atticus’ grip did not loosen.
Kale fought through the burning pain and spoke. “M-my fa-father w-will n-not l-let this s-slide!”
Kale could feel the expressions of many of the Redflas darken. It was an embarrassnt.
Redflas were explosive and brazen by nature, prideful to a fault, and relentless. To fight a Redfla is to be haunted by a never ending fla of destruction.
To the Redflas, giving up was akin to snuffing your flas. Redflas never gave up once a battle had begun. They fought to the end.
Kale hadn’t given up, but he had chosen a cowardly path. He was trying to threaten Atticus with the Viscount! From the darkened expressions of the Redflas, it was clear, none of them approved.
What most people from the crowd didn’t know was that Kale had used this card multiple tis before, especially during the Verge wide competition.
It was one of the reasons he’d been able to kill a god. People cowered at the ntion of the Viscount. It was a weapon he didn’t hesitate to use now.
“Surrender.”
Kale’s eyes widened even more as Atticus spoke.
The mont he threatened him with the Viscount, he expected to see so sort of hesitation in Atticus’ gaze. He expected the iron grip to loosen!
But not only did it tighten more, there wasn’t even a flicker of emotion in Atticus’ gaze.
And then, his command: surrender. This was what Kale had been trying to avoid. When a term had been t, it was already set in stone.
If he surrendered now, even if Atticus didn’t kill him, the Verge would!
A thought struck him.
“F-father w-will kill a-all yo-your p-people! G-give up n-now!” he threatened.
The expressions of many of the Redflas darkened even further. Kale’s aning was clear.
If Atticus killed him, the Viscount would target him and his world. But should Atticus give up and die instead, his world would be spared.
As the entire arena waited for a response, a sigh escaped Atticus’ lips.
Kale found himself being slamd against the ground before he could even realize.
He felt the air get knocked out of his lungs, but it was nothing compared to the heat of Atticus’ flas.
The grip on his neck loosened, and before Kale could rejoice at finally being able to breathe, a shadow engulfed his vision.
Kale’s eyes cleared just in ti to see Atticus’ fist plumting toward his head.
Bam!
The first punch bood like thunder, but it was far from the end. Atticus’ fists rained down like torrents of lightning, impacting Kale’s face like speeding missiles.
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