One little misstep made Kyra lose her momentum. Her father took advantage of that and attacked again and again. Kyra's hand is ringing after deflecting the death blade's might. Her excessive use of force has caused the corruption to spread rapidly.
She was losing her sense of hearing. Her eyesight is trying to keep up with her father's speed, but it's slowly diminishing. Kyra's hands had open wounds that gushed out black blood.
In her torso, arms and legs, there are similar deep cuts caused by her father. And it's rapidly spilling black blood, weakening her even further. Kyra watched as her father continued to thrust and penetrate her chest thrice before taking it out and stabbing again.
Punctured holes were visible on Kyra's clothes. Kyra tried to deflect the last assault, but her right hand was caught by her father. He twisted it so ruthlessly, half of Kyra's wrist was bent out of shape.
Her sword clanged against the ground.
She can only gasp as her father twist the direction of his blade and thrust it right through her heart.
In that split moment, Kyra's sight dimmed slightly. There was a figure who came in front of her. She felt a warm body pressed against hers. She felt hands hug her in the back.
Those hands sent one last single rub, as if telling her it's okay. Then that hand went slack and the figure in front of her slumped to the ground.
Kyra doesn't need to see clearly to know who this person was. The cry that she was holding back came pouring out rapidly. She screamed at the top of her lungs. Trying to hold her mother's body.
It was the same experience with Lester. Her mother's body disintegrated into ashes at her feet. She can't hold her hands because her hands are broken and corrupted. She can't hug her one last time. She can't hear her one last time.
Her father is watching this scene with no expression. His eyes are pitch black. The cursed veins were running in his cheeks down to his fist. It was as if the curse was alive and had become one with him.
The black mist formed thunderous black and red lightning, causing destruction to the pillars of Elven Croft Palace—at least what was left of it.
In the field of Kyra's vision, she saw human figures behind the faery king. There's a protective field around them, preventing the curse from getting to them. There are four figures, and the center one has the key in his hand.
It's the portal key! The portal to the mortal realm was opened. Who opened it? Who invited them? What are humans doing here?
But Kyra is too preoccupied to care. With a final burst of black floating dust, her mother finally disintegrates to ashes. Kyra just kneeled there, stunned at the sight. Her heart shattered.
Why? How? She can still fight. Why did her mother throw herself just to save her? Kyra pressed her face to the remains of her mother, her corrupted cheeks brushing against the dirt.
Why? Why did she have to die? Her mother is the kindest spirited faery she knew. Because of her light magic, whatever plant, animal, or other creature she touches, will like her and surrender itself to her caress.
Why?
The curse has taken over Kyra's body. Her eyes are both pitch black. The veins erupting in her temple were black and blue.
Killed. Destroyed. Murdered.
Who killed her mother?
Who destroyed her home?
Who murdered her people?
Kyra's brain shorted out and focused on one thought that became her driving force to attack again.
Kill. Die. Kill. Bring down to hell.
Kyra leaped towards her sword, lying dormant a few meters away, and swung it towards her father.
The Faery King finally obtained his victory. There's no longer any obstruction to him taking control of the faery realm. He finally became the true ruler of the faery realm. The sole champion and the last man standing.
Finally! The right to be the champion is within his grasp! He is the winner! He is the victor! The Tower of Erase's power is finally in his hands.
The four humans who also share the same goal as him are standing behind him. Their eyes were appreciative and full of congratulations. The Faery King is blinded by his victory. He did not notice the look of suppressed malice these four humans have.
They did not want him to win. They want to use him to drive the faery realm out of the picture. Isn't it wiser to create turmoil within the enemy's forces to destroy their power?
That's what they did. And it was so easy to control everything just by giving out false information. It was only a matter of time before they destroyed a realm if they took control of its king.
As these thoughts swirled in their minds, they did not notice one figure rise up from the ground. Leaping towards the sword and charged blindly towards the Faery King.
He was taken aback. Because of his quick reflex, he managed to avoid getting fatally hit. But Kyra's sword still grazed his shoulder. And it stuck there.
He kicked at her chest. Yet it did not have much effect on her. She only staggered a few steps before pouring full force into the sword, driving it deeper into his body.
The Faery King coughed up blood. He raised his sword and struck her right in the heart. His sword of death spreads more curses, and within a few seconds, most of Kyra's skin begins to corrupt and disintegrate to ash.
The faery king smiled in victory. Her last struggle is futile. He told himself. In the end, he still rise to become the victor –
Eh?
The faery king blinks against the pitch black darkness, rumbling in black and red thunder. The grounds cracked and all the surrounding buildings collapsed. Tremors are constantly felt on their feet.
But that did not faze the king. What deeply puzzled him is his body. He can no longer move any of his limbs. He looked down and finally realize…. His head had actually been cut off from his body.