It was the feint and ambush tactic.
A tactic of feinting the enemy with a distraction before attacking to kill from a blindspot.
Even though it was a simple tactic that many used, it didn't diminish its effectiveness.
Since Bevryth was fighting inside her advantageous territory, a forest, her ability to use this tactic was not to be doubted. Having been using this tactic for thousands of years, she had already perfected it to the point that there were no wasted movents.
Many older and more experienced Werewolves fell for this trick of hers.
Against Kyran who is young—with barely even a fraction of those Werewolves' experiences, he would definitely, fall to this trick. Bevryth, brimming with confidence, intensified the level of distortion from the main arrow.
Landing silently behind Kyran, she dashed at him with lethal intent.
Pulling out an enhanced dagger, a heirloom of her family—she prepared to strike Kyran.
Killing him would not be ideal, as Bevryth didn't want any more problems with the Rex, but at the very least, she would hurt Kyran enough to the point that she could save her other family mbers hostage and let them escape.
Gripping the handle of her dagger tightly, her eyes glead with a dark bronze hue.
A couple of steps away to reach Kyran, she prepared to make a swing.
Her aim was clear, Kyran's throat.
It wouldn't kill him with a blow to the throat, considering his regenerative ability—but it would be enough to disorient him for a minute or so. An enough window for her to free her family to escape the place.
But before she could reach the striking distance, her pupils expanded in utter shock.
Under this tense mont, ti slowed down around her.
Every sound was dimming as if soone was turning down the volu of the world.
All sounds except for her breaths and heartbeat were loud and clear in her ears.
At that mont she could see Kyran glancing over his shoulder, making eye contact with her.
He seed to be able to see her fine despite her being invisible.
'H- How could he...?'
Just before she could settle her mind with what was happening, Bevryth felt sothing was stopping her montum in an instant. Before she could grasp of what was happening, blood splurted out of her mouth as Kyran, in a fraction of a second, already impaled her chest.
Blinking her eyes a couple of tis, she realized that Kyran was already standing before her.
He was extrely close and personal.
Since he was a head shorter than Bevryth, in his human form—she could also see, half of his arm piercing her chest. In a slow and sadistic manner, he smiled and pulled out his hand. In it was a beating heart, fresh with life.
At the sight of this, Bevryth was horrified as that was her heart!
In the blink of an eye, her heart was ripped out of her chest.
Each beat the heart in Kyran's hand made, she could still feel it directly as if it was still inside.
It was only then that Bevryth ca to her senses.
Her vision wavered, and with a jarring blink, the nightmarish image dissolved.
She found herself still standing on her previous spot, unhard, her chest still intact.
But even then sweat already drenched her body and her hand was clutching her chest tightly as she panted heavily. Raising her gaze to look ahead she found Kyran hadn't moved, he was still sitting on his spot, smiling.
'Did... Did I imagine all of that?' She mused inwardly.
Only then that she realize that it was all her imagination.
Her attempt to attack Kyran earlier was nothing but an illusion that her mind concocted.
Kyran hadn't moved—though his presence radiated an oppressive energy, that had conjured, the dreadful hallucination. Shuddering, Bevryth steadied herself, understanding the power of Kyran's fearso aura.
Even inside her own mind, she lost to Kyran.
But it felt very real to hear earlier, her body even reacted as if it had its heart taken out.
As she focused back on Kyran again, and stared into his eyes—her heart, skipped a beat, as she could see death hovering in his eyes, 'I can't win against him,' She pondered—gulping at her dry throat grimly. 'Every part of my being could feel it, if I attack him that imagination will beco reality. If I attack, I will die'
'Just what kind of monster is he...?' She clenched her jaw, trying to keep her composure still.
Seeing the paleness of Bevryth's complexion, the corner of Kyran's lips curled into a smirk.
She could see her fear through her false facade.
"What's the matter?" He asked—his tone condescending as he stood up. "Aren't you going to attack? I'm sure a noble of your standing could not stand a humiliation to this extent. Co, I will entertain you. Give all you got,"
Upon seeing him standing up, Bevryth unconsciously took a step back.
Her imagination earlier felt too real, and her body instinctively feared Kyran to the very core.
On the other hand—Kyran tilted his head when he saw Bevryth taking a step back, "What do we have here? Surely considering that you boast of taking on the Emperor yourself, you have a lot more in you than this. After all, I'm not even remotely close to the Emperor's level"
"All of this is not even a fraction of the fear you'd et if you really et him," He added.
Upon hearing this, Bevryth frowned as it seed Kyran knew everything.
Not to ntion, he also seed to know where she ca from to set up this lethal trap.
It was clear now, since he even knew the escape route, and now that she thought about this, even General Theodas who wasn't supposed to know that place waited for her there. One by one, she began piecing things together—and ca to the conclusion that soone snitched on her.
'But who...? Who?! Only a few people knew' Bevryth pondered, gritting her teeth.
Even her lower lip began to bleed as a result.
Refocusing back on Kyran, Bevryth could not respond to his remarks as back then, she was only saying that she would take care of the Emperor herself out of pride. She knew that she couldn't possibly do anything to the Emperor—as he even killed the Fifthborn but that gaffe ca to bite her right now.
Seeing no way of escaping with the pressure of her family mbers, Bevryth yielded.
Finding no notion of coming out of this, she puts down her bow to the ground.
It was hard to do this, but there was no other choice.
Kyran raised an eyebrow questioningly, asking her what she was doing through his eyes.
"I get it. Let them go. I will bear the responsibility myself," She declared in defeat.
Even though the plan was to hide from the world until the situation cald down before she could then give herself so leeway to be forgiven without consequences—that was out of the picture right now.
It was over for Bevryth, and she knew it.
Unlike fighting in general, even against the odds, if it's the body talking then it's over.
Bevryth knew that if her body already yielded before the fight began—then she was utterly, outclassed by her opponent, and she knew it. No point in trying to struggle against Kyran— she could only accept her punishnt, whatever it would be.
Instead of responding as she anticipated, Kyran lowered his gaze and started to chuckle.
At the first notion of this chuckle, Bevryth glanced up, bewildered.
She couldn't fathom what Kyran found so amusing.
Not even ten seconds later—that chuckle grew louder, and more intense. Kyran, clutched his face, the sound escalating into a peal of vibrant, booming laughter that reverberated through the silent forest.
Kyran was laughing out loud, unhinged, one might even consider him to have a screw loose.
Eventually, after laughing to his heart's content, he answered.
"It's too late for that," He wiped the tears in her eyes and looked at Bevryth once more. "I did give you three chances to do the right thing, and avoid this punishnt. I gave you a chance to do the right thing—but you only thought of nothing, but yourself. So this ti—there is no way out of this for you, Madam Bevryth..."
Shing!!
Almost instantly after saying that, the ice spikes behind Kyran began to reform.
Upon seeing this, Bevryth's expression paled, and her lips began to quiver out of fear.
She didn't know what Kyran was going to do.
"Wha... What are you doing to them?" She asked, her voice already shaky.
Pivoting toward the eight, family mbers—impaled on the tip of the ice spikes, beginning to squeal—as their bodies were encased in azure ice like insects in their pupal stages, he spoke coldly, "Do you think I brought them all here only to rely make you surrender? Is that really the end conclusion of an Elder with thousands of years of experience? No, that's not the real reason"
Shaking his head, he began to approach Bevryth who was still stunned at the sight.
Her eyes were glued onto her family who were begging her to help through their eyes.
Even their muffled screams were a stab to her heart as she couldn't do anything.
All of them were horrified beyond asure.
None of them had ever felt this powerless—their abilities were utterly ineffective in the sheer embrace of Kyran's icy power. Moreover, the worst part of it all was the fact that Kyran didn't have any kind of remorse in his eyes.
In the depth of his eyes, they could only see pure duty and even a hint of pleasure.
Crack!
A mont is all it takes for Bevryth's family to be encompassed in ice that takes the shape of a long coffin—and the coffin, looks like a screaming woman. On the top of the coffin—right in the screaming woman's mouth, there was a hole.
Since the sculpted ice coffin was tall, Bevryth's family mbers still couldn't be seen.
Even then, Bevryth still could not understand what Kyran was trying to do with this.
"You will surrender regardless," Kyran muttered—standing right in front of Bevryth, who was already sunk to her knees. Her eyes, stared blankly at the spectacle. "As for them—they are here as a display for you. Since you hurt the Empress, our Luna, I'm going to hurt those who are important to you"
Bending down, Kyran put his lips beside Bevryth's ears.
As he descended, he could hear her sobs loudly.
He was smiling at the devastation, he was hearing through Bevryth's fearful sobs, "An eye for an eye—Bevryth" Kyran whispered lightly—sending a shiver down Bevryth's spine. "I am sure you are aware of this, but you made the mistake of punching above your weight..."
Swoosh!
Following that, Kyran's dark elent shot to the eight ice coffins, cloaking them in darkness.
It was one of his special spells, enhancing the pain inflicted on others.
"Let's start with the best one, shall we?" Kyran mused—extending his hand toward the left-most ice coffin. A thinner ice spike, cloaked in dark elents, ford at his command. "Out of all these people, I assu your eldest sister is the one you care about the most, right?"
Upon hearing this, Bevryth's eyes widened as she turned to look at Kyran in desperation.
Unfortunately for her, that was a tell-tale sign that Kyran was right.
"Oh, seems like my guess is right, I can hear your heart rate spiking, Bevryth," Kyran mused.
Crawling shalessly towards Kyran's legs—Bevryth grabbed the edge of his pants with her trembling hand. She was silent for a bit before a whisper, escaped her mouth, "Please do not do this, you could do it to , you could do anything to . I- I'm going to obey anything you say"
As opposed to answering, Kyran smiled broader, "It's quite silent this night,"
Swoosh...
Imdiately after he said that, the ice spike was positioned straight to enter one of the small holes of the left-most ice coffin, aiming to stab the right side of the sister's stomach "A noble of the Dark Elf Kingdom, is begging to stop right now—is this not a cause for celebration? Let us start with a little bit of music"
Upon hearing this, Bevryth clutched his pants tighter and shouted, "NO, DON'T!!"
But Kyran spared no rcy and stabbed the ice coffin with the ice spike.
"KYAARGGHHKK!!"
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