BXBX NOVEL Chapter 1163 Shift of Power
Chapter 1163 Shift of Power
The blast from Elandril\'s powerful bow resonated through the entire palace, shaking its foundations. Panic spread like wildfire among the citizens of Eldora as they witnessed the destruction of the Throne Room.
In the bustling streets, people screamed and scattered in fear, their eyes wide with shock and disbelief. The once grand palace, a symbol of stability and power, now crumbled before their eyes. The magnificent architecture that had stood for centuries was reduced to rubble, and the repercussions of the explosive energy could be felt throughout Golem City.
Amid the chaotic scene, voices rose in disarray, blending into a cacophony of panic.
"What in the heavens just happened?!"
Cries of distress and confusion echoed through the streets as citizens tried to make sense of the sudden upheaval. Fearful whispers spread like wildfire.
"I saw the Throne Room collapse! Eldora is falling apart!"
"Where is the emperor? Is he safe?"
"We need answers! Someone tell us what\'s going on!"
As the panic intensified, various factions within Eldora seized the opportunity to advance their agendas.
"The high elders must have orchestrated this! They\'re taking control!"
"The rebels are making their move! We need to protect our families!"
Rumors and speculation fueled the chaos, and the once orderly society descended into a state of disarray. The absence of clear information allowed fear and uncertainty to fester, pushing the citizens of Eldora to the brink.
Citizens ran for cover, seeking refuge from the unknown force that had just reshaped the heart of Eldora. Whispers of fear and uncertainty permeated the air, and the chaos continued to escalate as the news of the emperor\'s supposed demise and the ensuing destruction reached every corner of Golem City. The city, once bustling with life, now echoed with the sounds of panic and confusion.
Amidst the ruins of the once-grand throne room, the injured elders groaned in pain, their bodies battered and broken. Ithildir lay on the ground, gasping for breath, the price of his alliance with the Devil Cultivator evident in the wounds that marred his form. The Devil Cultivator, seething with anger, surveyed the devastation, his wings still smoldering from the unexpected onslaught.
The wings descended. "Where\'s the bastard?!" roared the Devil Cultivator, his voice echoing through the shattered chamber. His eyes narrowed as he sought Elandril, the source of the unexpected attack. The once-opulent throne room, now reduced to rubble, provided no clues.
Among the groans and cries of the wounded, Ithildir weakly pointed toward the remnants of the ceiling. "He... he\'s gone," he rasped, his voice barely audible. "Elandril... he vanished."
The Devil Cultivator\'s eyes flickered with fury, realizing that his nemesis had slipped through his grasp. He surveyed the carnage with disdain, the cost of this failed alliance painfully evident. The elders, mere pawns in his grand scheme, paid the price for their treacherous collaboration.
"Eldora is yours, but he will return," the Devil Cultivator hissed, his disappointment palpable. With a disdainful glance at the dying elders, he unfurled his wings and ascended back into the ominous skies, leaving the ruined throne room behind.
The citizens, now witnessing the aftermath and the Devil Cultivator\'s departure, couldn\'t help but succumb to fear and uncertainty. Whispers of impending doom spread like wildfire, shrouding Eldora in an air of dread. The once-proud empire, now reduced to ruins, left the onlookers grappling with the harsh reality of their shattered world.
As chaos ensued, the guards rushed to aid Ithildir, still struggling to stand amidst the wreckage. The urgency in his commands spurred the soldiers into immediate action. "High Elder Ithildir, are you alright?" one of the guards inquired, concern etched on his face.
"Q-Quick, call the imperial physicians and treatment. Barricade the empire! No outsider should come! The Emperor is trying to get Eldora crushed!" Ithildir barked out his orders, the weight of responsibility evident in his weakened but determined voice.
"Y-Yes!" The guard nodded frantically, rushing to convey the urgent message to the imperial physicians while others set about securing the perimeter. The once-thriving capital now transformed into a fortress, a desperate attempt to protect what remained of Eldora in the Emperor\'s absence.
Amidst the chaos, citizens gathered in small groups, exchanging worried glances and fragmented whispers. One elderly woman, her eyes wide with terror, clutched the arm of a nearby neighbor.
"Did you see those wings? They were as dark as night!"
A man, overhearing the conversation, added, "I heard the elders say the devil cultivators are unstoppable. Eldora might be doomed!"
A hushed murmur spread through the crowd as the citizens grappled with the unsettling reality of their once-mighty empire now under the looming threat of a devil cultivator. Fear rippled through the gathering like a contagious disease, and the air was thick with uncertainty.
"Black wings... that can only mean one thing. We\'re cursed!" exclaimed a young woman, her voice trembling.
The onlookers exchanged uneasy glances, their faces reflecting the deep-seated fear that had taken root in their hearts. The departure of the devil cultivator left an indelible mark on Eldora, and its citizens were left to wonder what dark fate awaited their beloved empire.
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Iris rushed into the throne room, her footsteps echoing in the tense air. The atmosphere was thick with an unusual energy, and as she entered, the sight before her left her breathless. The once majestic throne room, a symbol of imperial power, was now marred by destruction and burning marks.
The air was heavy with the scent of smoke, and the remnants of magical energy lingered in the room. The grandeur that once defined the space had given way to chaos. Some elders lay on the ground, injured or worse, while others struggled to regain their composure. The gravity of the situation was evident in the expressions of the surviving elders, each trying to fathom the sudden assault.
Ithildir, seemingly less affected than the others, stood amidst the wreckage. His gaze met Iris\'s, and there was a cold determination in his eyes. The shock of the scene transformed into confusion and concern on Iris\'s face as she scanned the room for any sign of Elandril.
"Ithildir, what is the meaning of this? Where is Elandril?" Iris demanded, her voice a mix of confusion and concern.
Ithildir, with an air of authority, pointed an accusatory finger at Iris. "She\'s a conspirator! I saw her leaving the palace when the devil cultivator attacked. She\'s absolutely working with them!"
The guards, torn between loyalty and the shocking accusation, exchanged uneasy glances. Iris, stunned by the sudden turn of events, raised her hands in a gesture of surrender.
"Ithildir, what madness has taken you?" Iris exclaimed, her voice echoing through the once-grand throne room.
Ithildir, still recovering from the aftermath of the attack, sneered at Iris. "Save your deceitful words. You\'re in league with the devil cultivator, plotting against Eldora."
The guards hesitated, torn between their duty to the imperial family and the gravity of the allegations. Iris, realizing the severity of the situation, tried to reason with the guards.
One guard, still unsure, stepped forward, "Madam, we need to take you into custody until the situation is clarified."
"I am the Empress! I demand to know where my husband is. He could be in danger!"
The guards stepped forward, his voice shaky, "M-Madam, we... we must detain you until we figure out what happened here. Please, cooperate."
Iris, though shocked and angered by the sudden accusation, knew that resisting at this moment would only complicate matters. She sighed, "Fine, do what you must. But know that you\'re making a grave mistake."
As the guards moved to detain Iris, the wounded elders in the room groaned in pain, the remnants of the once grand throne room serving as a haunting backdrop to the unfolding events.
In the midst of his internal triumph, Ithildir\'s mind echoed with triumphant declarations. ( "This is the dawn of a new Eldora—a realm shaped by my will, my ideals" )he mused, relishing the taste of authority. The laughter that escaped his lips, both in reality and within the recesses of his consciousness, mirrored the elation coursing through his veins.
As the healers attended to his physical form, Ithildir continued his soliloquy, his voice a sinister melody of ambition. ( "Emperor Elandril\'s reign crumbles, and from its ashes, I shall forge a future aligned with the true essence of Eldora.") His words, dripping with self-assurance, wove a tapestry of domination and control in the corridors of his thoughts.
Yet, unbeknownst to him, the laughter that echoed within his mind carried an ominous undertone—a forewarning of the turbulent currents awaiting him in the wake of his ascent to power. The wheels of fate turned, and the consequences of his actions cast shadows over the very empire he sought to reshape.
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Elandril lay against the ancient, moss-covered trunk of a colossal tree, the natural sanctuary of the deep forest providing a temporary refuge. His labored breaths punctuated the stillness, and the echo of his daughter\'s tears resonated in the tranquil surroundings.
Yala, her eyes swollen and her expression etched with worry hovered by his side. The verdant canopy overhead filtered the sunlight, casting a dappled glow on the father-daughter duo. Her tear-streaked face betrayed a mixture of relief and concern as she gazed upon her father.
In the hushed ambiance of the forest, Elandril managed a reassuring smile, the lines of pain etched on his face momentarily giving way to paternal warmth. "Don\'t worry, my dear. I\'m not going to die," he whispered, his voice carrying the weight of both fatigue and determination.