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The being's eyes flashed with impatience. "Now is not the time to play hero," they said, stepping closer. "You have more important tasks to attend to. The life of one insignificant woman is not worth you being sidetracked. Order is at stake here."

The godly being looked towards Kaldarix, as he noticed the intense blood lust that was practically radiating from his body while he stood frozen, his eyes wide with anger and vengeance. He would have opened his mouth to talk but he was stuck there by some invisible force.

Turning his gaze back to the hooded man, the being said, "Come," their tone leaving no room for argument. "I have pinpointed the place you must go now. There is no time to waste."

Before the man could respond, the ethereal figure reached out, their hand glowing with a soft, welcoming light. The man felt a sudden pull, a force that tugged at the very core of his being. He glanced one last time at Kaldarix, who was still frozen by the unseen force.

"Forgive me," he murmured, more to himself than to Kaldarix. "It seems we will not be able to finish this battle of ours. I shall give my name, in hopes that we do meet again. My name is Orilis, first hero and god of swords. Farewell."

Then, in an instant, he and the ethereal being vanished, leaving the ruined manor and its occupants behind.

As the golden light from the godly being faded, Kaldarix and Mellin found themselves able to move again. Mellin's eyes widened in shock as she processed the events that had just unfolded. Her voice trembled as she spoke, "Was that man... just now... a–"

"A god!!" Kaldarix, his face frowned with rage and disbelief, cut her off with a roar.

His fury erupted like a volcano. The air around him crackled with a sudden burst of mana. It surged outward, and in an instant, the manor, already majorly destroyed from the fierce battle, gave in to the overwhelming force.

The illusion barrier, designed to shield the mansion from prying eyes, shattered under the sheer force of the mana discharge.

With a deafening explosion, the walls crumbled, and the remaining structure was obliterated. Debris flew in every direction, and a cloud of dust and smoke billowed into the air. Continue your saga on My Virtual Library Empire

Outside, the sudden destruction drew the attention of the townspeople. They gathered quickly, eyes wide with horror and curiosity. Voices filled the air, with fear and concern.

"What happened?"

"Was it an attack?"

"Is Lady Bella safe?"

The murmurs grew louder, spreading through the crowd like wildfire.

In the chaos, Mellin had instinctively formed a protective barrier around herself. She now hovered in the air, her mana wrapping around her like a shimmering cocoon. She looked around, her heart pounding, as she tried to make sense of the situation.

Beside her, Kaldarix floated with an aura of barely restrained fury, his eyes still blazing. The remnants of the manor were left in ruins beneath them, a proof of the power unleashed moments ago.

Mellin turned to him, her voice shaking slightly as she called out, "My Lord, are you okay?"

Kaldarix's eyes snapped to her, his expression filled with anger and frustration. "No, I am not okay," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

"We were interrupted by a god, Mellin. A god!" He clenched his fists, his purple eyes flashing his golden dragon crest brightly. "Do they think they can always walk all over us? We came here to deliver judgment, and now..."

He trailed off, his gaze shifting to the gathering crowd below. The people looked up at them with awe and fear. Kaldarix's mind raced as he considered their next move. The presence of a god meant their mission had just become far more complicated than he had anticipated.

Mellin, sensing his turmoil, reached out mentally. "My lord, we need to regroup. The appearance of a god changes everything. We need to understand why he was here and what his intentions are."

Kaldarix nodded slowly, though his rage still simmered just beneath the surface. "You're right," he muttered. "We need answers. But first, we need to finish what we started."

Mellin and Kaldarix turned their gaze towards the distance, their dragon eyes locking on the carriage that carried Lady Bella and her two sons. The carriage, a modest yet sturdy vehicle, was racing away from the decimated manor, its wheels kicking up dust as it sped along the winding road.

Without a word, Kaldarix and Mellin shot through the air, their forms blurring into streaks of gold and blue. The distance between them and the fleeing carriage closed rapidly, the wind whipping past them as they flew like streaking bullets.

Inside the carriage, Lady Bella's sons huddled close to her, their faces pale with fear. "Mother," the elder boy whispered, his voice trembling, "we thought we'd never see you again. We were so scared."

Lady Bella gathered them into her arms, her voice soothing as she hugged them tightly. "Hush now, my loves," she murmured, her tone gentle despite the terror she had just faced. "We're safe now. Everything will be all right."

Suddenly, the sky above darkened, and the carriage was cast into shadow. Before Lady Bella or her sons could react, golden spears rained down from the sky.

The first spear struck the horses, their shrill neighs of pain echoing briefly before they collapsed, lifeless, to the ground. The carriage jolted violently as it ground to a halt, the sudden stop sending a shockwave through its frame.

The coachman barely had time to scream before a spear impaled him, his body slumping forward, lifeless, onto the reins.

Inside the carriage, Lady Bella's eyes widened in horror as the deadly rain continued. She tried to shield her sons, but it was too late. A spear of gold pierced through the roof of the carriage, driving straight into her chest. The impact forced a gasp from her lips, and her grip on her sons loosened.