Chereads / THE FALSE GOD / Chapter 19 - Gruter's Ultimatum

Chapter 19 - Gruter's Ultimatum

The air was still, tense with the silence that followed the bloody battle at Blackstone Keep. Drake stood atop the battered walls, looking out across the landscape where Gruter's army had retreated. The fires still smoldered in the distance, the aftermath of a victory that had cost them dearly. Elara and the remaining Demon Officers were tending to the wounded, their expressions grim.

Drake's hand clenched around the Blade of Shadows, the cool steel buzzing faintly in his grip. The euphoria of battle had faded, replaced by the heavy weight of responsibility. They had won the battle, but the war was far from over. Gruter was still out there, and Drake could feel his presence, a looming shadow that never left his thoughts.

As he turned to descend the wall, a sudden shiver ran down his spine. The air shifted, becoming colder and heavier. Drake's instincts flared—something was wrong. The sky darkened unnaturally, and the ground seemed to tremble beneath his feet.

Out of the shadows, a figure appeared—a messenger cloaked in black, his features hidden beneath a hood. The man moved with an eerie grace, his steps silent as he approached. In his hands, he held a scroll sealed with Gruter's dark sigil.

Drake's heart pounded as the messenger stopped before him, extending the scroll without a word. Warily, Drake took it, breaking the seal with a flick of his thumb. The parchment unrolled, and his eyes scanned the message, his blood turning to ice with each word.

"Drake, Chosen of the Gods,

You have fought well, but your efforts are futile. The power you wield cannot stop the inevitable. I offer you a choice: surrender yourself to me, and in return, I will spare the lives of the innocent people you claim to protect. Refuse, and their blood will be on your hands. I will raze the cities, enslave their children, and leave nothing but ash in my wake. You cannot win, and you know it. Come to me alone, and this war ends tonight.

— Gruter"

The scroll slipped from Drake's fingers, fluttering to the ground as his mind raced. The ultimatum was clear—Gruter was playing a deadly game, and the stakes couldn't be higher. Drake's heart clenched at the thought of all those lives in the balance. He could feel the weight of the decision pressing down on him like a suffocating darkness.

"Drake?" Elara's voice broke through the fog of his thoughts. She had approached quietly, her face pale as she took in his expression. "What's wrong?"

Drake handed her the scroll, watching as her eyes scanned the words, her mouth tightening into a grim line. "He's trying to break you," she said softly, though the fear was evident in her voice. "Gruter knows you can't ignore this."

Drake nodded, the familiar sense of helplessness creeping in. "He's threatening thousands of lives. If I don't go, he'll kill them all. But if I go alone—"

"You can't," Elara interrupted, her voice firm. "This is exactly what he wants. You'll be walking into a trap, and we need you. We need your strength to defeat him."

Drake's mind swirled with conflicting emotions. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to save the people, to sacrifice himself if it meant ending the bloodshed. But deep down, he knew Elara was right. Gruter wouldn't stop at killing him—this was about more than one battle. This was about ending the war for good.

"I have to do something," Drake said, his voice low. "I can't just let innocent people die because of me."

Elara placed a hand on his arm, her eyes steady. "We'll find another way. We'll protect the people without giving Gruter what he wants. You're not alone in this."

Drake sighed, the weight of the decision still pressing on him. But Elara's words gave him some clarity. He couldn't make rash decisions—not now. They needed a plan, and they needed to be smart.

"I won't go to him," Drake said finally, his voice resolute. "Not like this. But we need to prepare for the worst. Gruter's not going to wait long."

Elara nodded, determination hardening her features. "Then we fight. We gather our allies and stand against him. We won't let him win."

As they descended from the wall, Drake's thoughts churned. He knew the battle ahead would be unlike any they'd faced before. Gruter had raised the stakes, and now, the fate of the world hung in the balance.