Chapter 98: Mia Moses's Revenge
Tyrosh, Purple Palace, Whispering Garden
"Wooo..."
Before the first light of dawn could fully dispel the lingering darkness, a deep and urgent horn blast tore through the silent air.
"Kill!"
"Boom!"
The battle cries of soldiers and the thunder of explosions echoed throughout every corner of the Purple Palace. The enemy had already breached this once-glorious stronghold, occupying chambers and corridors across the fortress.
At this moment, within the Purple Palace of Tyrosh, the nobles who once prided themselves on elegance and superiority had fallen into utter panic.
Their luxurious silk robes and ornate garments now seemed absurdly out of place, like peacocks flailing helplessly in a storm.
The once-arrogant Archons and governors now wore expressions filled with fear and dread. Their eyes darted anxiously, calculating how they might preserve their power and status.
Some nobles frantically ordered their slaves to gather gold, silver, and treasures.
When the slaves moved too slowly—
They began stuffing coins and jewels into their own pockets with trembling hands, afraid to leave even the smallest treasure behind.
Others shouted desperately for their families, attempting to organize a retreat.
But in the face of sudden catastrophe—
All such plans collapsed into chaos.
The noblewomen had lost all composure.
Clutching their children or lifting their cumbersome skirts, they struggled to keep up with their fleeing families.
Their pearl necklaces and jeweled ornaments had become disheveled, making them resemble broken dolls discarded by fate.
Children cried and screamed.
Some were dragged along by adults, others carried by slaves.
Even those able to walk struggled to keep pace with the hurried steps of their elders.
Elderly nobles, long accustomed to comfort, found themselves unable to endure such chaos.
They staggered forward, faces filled with despair.
"Clang!"
"You wretch! Do you want to die?! That's my Yi Ti porcelain! Even if I sold you, you couldn't repay it!"
A terrified slave had accidentally dropped and shattered a porcelain vase.
His master erupted in fury.
"Slap! Slap!"
"Useless trash!"
Whether from fear or despair, the noble struck harder and harder—
Until the slave was beaten to death on the spot.
The dark-skinned slave from the Summer Isles collapsed, his body soaked in blood.
Around him, other slaves froze, staring blankly at the violent noble.
"What are you staring at?! Do you all want to die—"
The noble's voice grew harsher—
But then—
He noticed something.
In their eyes—
There was hatred.
Not the usual numb obedience—
But a raw, terrifying rage.
"What… what are you planning to do?"
Though he tried to maintain his authority, his pale face and trembling lips betrayed his fear.
"Alright, the secret passage is—ugh…"
A voice suddenly rang out—
Only to be cut short as a blade slit the speaker's throat.
"Golden Eagle Guard?! You—"
"Ah!"
"You're betraying us?!"
"Run!"
As figures emerged from the hidden passage, the Tyroshi nobles were horrified to find themselves surrounded—
By the Golden Eagle Guard.
The Archons of Tyrosh had never imagined that these so-called "Watchers" would turn against them.
"You… what do you want?"
Pushed forward by the crowd, Adolf Moses was forced to speak.
Even he had never expected to stand at the center of such a moment again.
In truth, there was little else he could ask.
For generations, the Golden Eagle Guard had never interfered in Tyroshi internal affairs.
This betrayal—
Was completely unforeseen.
"Allow me to answer that, Father."
A gentle voice echoed through the garden.
A beautiful woman stepped forward from the shadows.
She had emerald-green hair and wore a magnificent lace-trimmed gown. In her hand, she held a uniquely crafted scepter.
Her bearing was regal—
Like a queen of legend.
"The threads of fate have already woven Tyrosh's future."
"We shall step into a brighter tomorrow—under the rule of the Prince."
"What… what do you mean?"
Seeing his once-obedient daughter, Adolf Moses felt his heart tighten.
"We have received divine revelation."
"Tyrosh will undergo its final redemption."
"You decayed relics… must be discarded."
At that moment, a warrior wearing an eagle-crested helmet stepped forward beside her.
Clad in silver-gold armor, draped in a golden cloak bearing the sigil of the Fate Weaver, and armed with a golden greatsword—
He radiated overwhelming presence.
"Captain Carmen?! You… you're alive?!"
Adolf Moses's composure shattered.
This man—
The strongest among the Watchers.
A year ago, when the gladiators of Tyrosh rose in revolt, it was Captain Carmen who had personally slaughtered them all.
Though rumors claimed he died from exhaustion afterward—
Here he stood.
"We can give you gold! There's no need to oppose us!"
"We still have armies—fleets—"
Archon Tansen Domirang tried to negotiate.
But before he could finish—
The Golden Eagle Guard raised their weapons.
"Lord Aegon will appreciate the gift I bring him."
"And you… are my finest offering."
"Without you, the armies beyond Tyrosh will lose their purpose."
Mia Moses's words silenced everyone.
If they surrendered—
There might still be hope.
If they resisted—
They would die here.
"Mia… why… why are you doing this?"
Sensing the killing intent, Adolf Moses spoke with hesitation.
"Why?"
She smiled faintly.
"My dear father… surely a man as clever as you can understand?"
"What did my mother ever do wrong?"
"What did I do wrong?"
"Why did you use us again and again?"
"And Yana… and Yara… what did they do to deserve it?"
"I… I am your father!"
"I gave you life!"
"Everything you have comes from me!"
"You must obey me!"
Adolf Moses roared desperately.
Only now did he realize—
He had never truly understood his daughter.
To him, people were tools.
Either useful—
Or not.
For power, he would sacrifice anything.
And others—
Were expected to obey.
Even yesterday—
He had been planning how to use her again.
Never once asking—
If she was willing.
"Since you never considered my feelings…"
"I have no reason to consider yours."
"My dear father…"
"Perhaps only your head can give me what I want."
As her words fell—
The scepter in her hand began to glow.
Nearby—
A suit of armor spilled from a chest suddenly trembled—
Then moved.
"Go… my undead warrior."
"Crack…"
A ghostly flame ignited beneath the helmet.
The armored figure picked up a heavy battle-axe—
And stepped forward.
"No… don't—ahhh!"
Adolf Moses was nothing more than an ordinary man.
Before such horror—
All he could do was beg.
But the undead warrior felt nothing.
"Slash!"
The axe fell.
His head was severed instantly.
Thus—
With her own hands guiding the act of patricide—
Mia Moses walked forward calmly.
She bent down—
And lifted her father's head.
His eyes still wide—
Frozen in death.
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