"King John, it's ti, we need to arm our-"
Marching to the forefront of the army where King John should have been stationed, Brigitta sought him out to relay the urgent ssage about preparing for the big fight. However, she abruptly halted, her words stuck in her throat as King John was nowhere to be seen.
Her forehead creased into an evident frown.
In confusion, she turned her head left and right to search for any cues of his location.
But she found none, he wasn't anywhere near.
Refraining from jumping to conclusions, Brigitta asked the Awakened around, hoping that one of them knew where he went. But she was disappointed as none of the Awakened had seen where he went, and this worried her.
Since Mavenna's escape, her mind always went for the worst.
Fearing the wrath of the Executor, she made sure that nothing like that would happen again.
Deserting the army is impossible now, every edge and periter of the army was stationed with trusted Awakened who were vigilant and ready to stop any attempt at desertion. It was more of a preventive asure served to maintain order, as the Awakened, Black Hands, and military personnel within the army were here willingly, not coerced.
All of them volunteered to co, and the numbers were way higher than expected.
It seems the Executor's charisma also appeals to a lot of people.
Maybe the thrill of a new leader gave them hope that Humanity would survive or even the fact that the Executor's ruthlessness toward his own people gave a picture of even worse treatnt to the Supernaturals which tempted them.
Under the vicious war for more than a dozen years, hatred was still the main fuel of action.
Now that King John was nowhere to be seen, she panicked.
"Don't tell he also deserted...? I didn't even sense his reluctance, how can he go now?"
Brigitta was starting to panic as if it was King John, he could desert.
He has a high standing in the army, and even if he separated from the army, there were none that would question him. Sure, so Awakened would question and find it suspicious, but it should be obvious that none of them would confront him head-on.
So if it's him, there's a high possibility that he could do desert if he wanted to.
Just as she was stressing, a voice pulled her back to reality, "What are you doing here?"
Upon hearing this, Brigitta quickly pivoted her body around.
Looking at the man behind him, she could heave a sigh of relief as it was King John.
He seed to be coming back from sowhere and was definitely not deserting, it was only her mind playing tricks on her into overthinking the situation, "I'm glad that you're here, I was fearing that you went sowhere"
"Where else would I be?" King John raised an eyebrow. "Anyway, why are you here?"
"I was only coming here to tell you that it's ti, the Executor instructed us to prepare for the fight. Go and alert your legion, I'm also going to do the sa with my legion. Good luck!" She replied in a relieved tone before heading back to her section.
Receiving the news, King John turned to look to the front.
On the far end was the supposed creek that surrounded the Symposium of Upper Divinities.
It was the destination before the Executor's plan developed.
"His plan is now going to be getting the sacred weapon, and after this..." A bead of cold sweat could be seen trickling down the side of his face as he gulped harshly. "after this would be phase two, world domination"
Knowing the exact template of the Executor's move, King John couldn't help but frown.
If the Executor attains the sacred weapon, then it's ga over.
Climbing back onto his mount at the very front, he looked down in contemplation, 'Gistella told to wait, but this is really close to the fight. What's there to wait? When will he make his own move? I don't know... but I need to know'
Not knowing anything only made him feel even more anxious inside.
He doesn't know what to do right now.
But it was then he snapped out of his trance when he sensed an unfathomable aura.
Much like him, the other amalgamation of Awakened and Black Hands also noticed the aura and pivoted to gaze in its direction. It was distracting enough to stop the march of the army montarily—a collective halt.
In a union, the entire army moved and pointed their weapons to the sky.
Since they were expecting a fight, they were highly alert.
Black Hands channeled their unique energies, Awakened summoned their elental power, and the military pointed their guns. Hovering in the sky was a bronze mass, exuding an aura that seed to caress their souls with ominous intent.
A horrendous aura that could only be emitted from a sinister being.
Under the onlookers' gazes, the bronze mass separated into two dots before three figures ca to be. Judging from the cursed energy, these figures were definitely cursed creatures, a very high epiphany one at that too.
Maybe for the majority, these figures were foreign, but not to so individuals.
King John, for instance, recognized these figures.
'It's supposed to be the Witch of Chaos, there was no doubt about it. But I rember that the Executor was angry and vented out viciously when he realized that the Witch wouldn't bow down to him, so what is she doing here?' He pondered with a frown.
However, he could tell that she ca here not for hostile reasons.
She doesn't seem to bore any intent to fight.
Currently, the Witch of Chaos appeared from thin air above the Executor's palanquin.
Everyone deduced that she was here to talk with the Executor for so reason, but while she was hovering above nonchalantly, waiting for the Executor to co out, King John let out a gasp when he saw sothing surprising.
'D- Did she just give a glance at ...?' King John questioned in surprise.
He was taken aback as the Witch didn't casually survey her surroundings and unexpectedly locked eyes with him, it felt intention, a deliberate glance. It plunged his mind into a spiral of relentless questions.
All were unanswered, and he couldn't get the answer as the Executor soon ca out.
Looking at the Witch, his eyes flickered.
It was unclear whether that flicker was a pleasant one or a vicious one.
King John recalled the Executor was really pissed at the Witch for not bowing to him, and given the Executor's excellence at concealing his anger, it was impossible to tell what the Executor was feeling right now.
It could be either seething rage or pleasant surprise.
Descending from the sky, she went over to the Executor with a troubled look.
"The Witch of Chaos... What happened? What have you co here?" the Executor asked as he crossed his arms, keeping a composed look. "Not too long ago, one of your pets ca crawling to , begging to save their Mother. What happened? I thought you made it quite clear to already that you're not on my side, but that Royal Black Prince's?"
Upon hearing this, the Witch clenched her jaw tightly.
But this reaction from her made the Executor smirk inwardly, he was enjoying this sight.
For a solid minute, there was only silence.
Not a single person made a word, waiting for the Witch of Chaos to say her purpose.
Despite being on the verge of expressing her thoughts several tis already, she remained silent, showing her reluctance to say what she wanted to say. It was as though the words she harbored weighed heavily on her heart.
"If you're not going to say anything, then you'll have to excuse , I have a battle to attend" the Executor pressured, taunting her evidently through his smirk. He knew what the Witch was about to say, but he wanted her to say it herself.
Only then does the Witch force out the words from her mouth.
"Y- You were right..." She said grudgingly.
Locking eyes with the Executor, she pressed on, "I sought freedom on the other side, yet it was not as I expected, the price was too great. I am willing and with your permission... I'll pledge to fulfill my role as all my predecessors have, and aid you in this endeavor"
Just as she said that the Executor couldn't hide his devilish smile anymore.
It was exactly as he predicted.
"What made you decide to co to now, Witch?" the Executor asked again.
Upon hearing this, the Witch shuts her mouth for a brief mont before she replies, "He- He went ballistic, crazy. His Werewolf side had already taken over, and I sensed not a single cue or the notion that he could win. I'd rather apologize now than being on the losing side,"
Receiving the news made the Executor's smile stretch even wider.
He was clearly ecstatic.
'Yes... losing the System that he relied upon all this ti sent him to madness,' the Executor mused, giving himself a pat on the back for this move. 'Do you see now, my brothers...? I'm not worthless, I am not a re good-for-nothing. If I am what all of you say I am, then how co I'm taking over the world right now?'
'I am as good as all of you can be, perhaps, even better!' He exclaid inside his heart.
Exhilarated by this situation, the Executor focuses back to the Witch.
"I know that you and your predecessors have never been able to get rid of your selfishness ever since Father dosticated your kind, so I already expected this but..." the Executor's eyes glistened fiercely. "What makes you think I will accept you back?"
Upon hearing this, the Witch, despite her stoic face, felt her own body tense instinctively.
She was not expecting that the Executor would be like this.
However, it was not entirely out of her expectations, "Are you really not going to accept back, Fifthborn? I understand your capabilities, but are you genuinely willing to venture into that creek without my assistance, especially when I'm offering it right now...?"
Naturally, the Executor knew that he was taking a big risk by coming here without her help.
It was a risk that he had already taken as the rewards were worth it.
But now that he had her offer, it would be even better for him to accept her back.
Regardless of his preparations, the Passue Matriarch is still a big threat, and his spear would be more effective in dealing with it if it was infused with the Witch's power. Chaos elent wouldn't work on it, so cursed energy is the answer.
Declining the Witch would be a foolish move on his part.
Pondering for a brief mont, a smile then blooms on the Executor's face, "Of course, I am a kind ruler. I was only joking earlier, you are always welco to co back. But before that, I want to make sure that you really know your place, Witch"
"Say it, what do you want to do? I'll even infuse my pets into your spear" the Witch said.
However, the Executor's smile turned savage in an instant.
Under the onlookers' gaze, he stretches his hand out before he points down to the ground.
"Kneel..." He uttered with a commanding tone.
Just as he said that the Witch's expression twisted hideously, and so did her pets.
In the long history between the Witch of Chaos and the Humans, she had only ever knelt before the Supre One and the Secondborn. No one else possessed the strength to be able to command such respect from the Witch of Chaos.
Now, the Executor wanted her to kneel, and it was inconceivable.
"What's wrong? Are you not going to kneel and show proof that you know your place—beneath my na?" Looking at the hesitance, the Executor tilted his head, and his fierce eyes burned. "I SAID KNEEL BEFORE !!"
Boom!
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