The Extra Wants Control

Chapter 163: Lacking

The air crackled as Theodore, a whirlwind of wind and crystal shards, fought a desperate battle against Nevaeh and Kaiser.

Kai who was almost like a blur of crackling lightning moved around Theo with each strike aimed to kill.

Neveah also wielding lightning, moved with a deadly grace, deflecting Theodore's attacks while countering.

Theodore, fueled by rage of betrayal, unleashed a his power. Razor-sharp crystals materialized around him, launched with the fury of a hurricane. Kai weaved through the deadly barrage, his own lightning cloak deflecting the shards with sizzling pops.

He retaliated with a bolt aimed at Theodore's side as it was unguarded.

Neveah, seizing the opportunity, surged forward, a blinding spear of lightning forming in his hand.

"Law in-" Theodore tried to initialize his law but was stopped by a unified heavy attack from both sides.

The battle raged across the desolate plains, leaving a trail of lightning trails, scorched earth and shattered crystals and heavy ice chunks.

Theodore, despite his mastery of wind and crystal manipulation, found himself on the defensive. The combined might of Kai and Neveah, their lightning attacks conducted with a deadly efficiency, pushed him back with every step.

Theodore, desperate to gain the upper hand, launched into the incantation for his Law again.

But before he could even complete the first syllable, a bolt of lightning struck him square on the chest.

Kai and Neveah circled him, their movements synchronized. The lightning around them had intensified.

Neveah reacted in a flash. He launched himself forward, slamming into Theodore's face with his knee.

The impact sent them him tumbling to the ground, a crater forming beneath them.

A flurry of punches and kicks ensued, a brutal display of raw power. Crystal and ice shards clashed with bolts of lightning, the ground around them becoming a battleground of the elements.

Despite their ferocity, it was a losing battle. Theodore was still a legit 9 star.

Kai joined the fray, raining down bolts of lightning that ran across Theodore's body, leaving sizzling welts but no life-threatening injuries as Theodore coated himself in crystals.

The fight continued for what felt like an eternity, the desolate plains echoing with the sounds of their struggle.

A desperate roar erupted from Theodore as he unleashed a torrent of wind, pushing back the storm of lightning launched by Kai and Neveah.

Shards and weapons of crystal materialized around him, a glistening whirlwind mirroring the fury brewing within. "Fools!" he bellowed, his voice laced with a desperate defiance. "Do you really think a couple of pups can overpower me? I've survived wars, famines, plagues – my age comes with experience."

Neveah's face was unmoved.

He ignored Theodore's boasting, channeling his own power into a concentrated beam of lightning+fire. It slammed into Theodore's defenses, a sizzling bolt met by a shimmering crystal dome.

The impact sent shockwaves rippling through the ground and air, but the dome held.

"How long can you keep that up, boy?" Theodore taunted, a cruel glint in his eyes. "A couple of minutes? Maybe hours? But eventually, you'll tire. And when you do, I'll win."

Neveah didn't answer but he knew Theodore was right, their lightning attacks were effective at holding him back, but sustaining them would drain their energy in the long run. He needed another strategy, a way to end this quickly.

"Law Initialization: Crystal Field," Theodore boomed, his voice echoing across the desolate plains. The ground beneath them trembled, and sharp crystals began to rise, slowly encasing Kai's feet in a glittering prison.

"Kai, buy me some time!" Neveah yelled, his voice laced with urgency.

"On it!" Kai responded, a flurry of lightning erupting from his fists, forcing Theodore back and momentarily disrupting his focus.

Neveah, seizing the opportunity, raised his hand, a dark figure materializing from the shadows behind him.

It looked like a Shadow Soldier but it wasn't, its form a chilling silhouette against the fading sunlight.

"Kill him," Neveah commanded.

The Shadow figure bowed its head in silent acknowledgement and glided towards Theodore.

A colossal shadowy hand materialized before Theodore, seemingly passing through his crystal dome, and pressed against its surface.

An invisible tremor ran through the crystal field surrounding Kai who was in the field. The shimmering prison faltered, the edges flickering ominously before dissolving altogether. As it shattered.

Theodore, surprised by the sudden loss of resistance, stumbled back, his eyes widening in shock.

The the figure's hand then crushed the field in a satisfactory crunch and the figure then crushed Theodore's Brain and pierced his heart and offered it to Neveah who ate the heart whole... And then said, " thanks Blanche..." To the silhouette and then turned to Kaiser who cut his crystalized feet and was slowly regenerating new ones.

Exhaustion lingered in Neveah's eyes, like flickers of dying embers. Yet, his stance remained resolute as he faced Kaiser on a windswept hill overlooking Westley City's direction. The salty air whipped at their cloaks, carrying with it the distant rumble of the churning sea.

"Kaiser," Neveah spoke, his voice hoarse but firm. "Westley City, the surrounding region – take control of it all. I must head east."

With a single, powerful crackle of lightning, Neveah vanished, leaving behind a fading scent of ozone and a lingering sense of urgency.

It was quite, then chaos erupted. News of the recent conflict, whispers of fallen leaders, and the emergence of a powerful new figure wielding an unknown Law – it all grew into a wave of fear and confusion that swept through the land.

Causing the chaos, Neveah embarked on a tour of the continents major cities. It was not like the strategic path he took before with Blanche here he used force.

Her regal presence, the undeniable mark of true peak nobility upon her brow, was the ultimate trump card.

Nobles, accustomed to mind games and use of words, crumbled before her. They saw in her not just a powerful Law user, but the rightful heir, the missing piece in the fractured puzzle of leadership.

Negotiations if there was were swift and sometimes bloody. With Blanche by his side, Neveah didn't need to make empty threats or engage in brutal displays of power.

He simply offered a choice: cooperation or the consequences of defiance. With each city that fell under their control, Neveah's influence grew, his grip on the nation tightening like a vise.

The nobles, once arrogant and untouchable, found themselves stripped of their control over the games. So were the commoners.

He went around appointing leaders of his choice and robbing tokens from others.

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Neveah craved a moment of rest, a chance to let down his responsibilities and simply… breathe.

He retreated to his temporary quarters, a starkly furnished room in the recently acquired Blanche's mansion.

Blanche, ever vigilant, remained stationed outside, a silent guardian against the growing tide of uncertainty.

" She's useful but how did mother get her?" Thought Neveah.

Neveah slumped onto the bed, the simple furnishings offering little comfort. Sleep, however, eluded him. His mind replayed the events of the day – the desperate pleas of deposed nobles and Commoners and their resistance.

But most prominently, his mother's face, etched with a concern he couldn't decipher, haunted him.

With a sigh, he reached for a small, ornately carved chest tucked away in his belongings. Inside lay a collection of enchanted orbs, each one pulsating with a faint, recorded memory.

Neveah retrieved them. One crackled with a vibrant energy, the unmistakable signature of his mother, Verona.

Images flickered to life within his mind's eye – a battlefield ravaged by celestial fire, his mother a whirlwind of emerald energy, her opponent a menacing figure shrouded in shadow.

The recorded fight lacked audio. It was a silent ballet of destruction, a clash of titans distilled to its purest essence. "There are some things you shouldn't learn… Just watch the fights." Verona had said.

Neveah watched, mesmerized. His mother, weaving her power with effortless grace. Her movements were a fast, each strike precise and devastating.

Yet, there was a hint of hesitation in her attacks, a flicker of something akin to… sorrow? As he watched, a pang of guilt stabbed at him. He knew nothing of this battle, of the forces that had driven his mother to such extremes.

He switched recordings, the scene shifting to a desolate wasteland that switched to sea. A woman faced off against a figure whi used Gravity. It was Valeriana and Thadeus' fight.

The fight here was brutal, a savage display of raw power. Valeriana, a whirlwind of inky shadows, her attacks relentless and unforgiving.

The man, met her blow for blow, his power raw and destructive.

Yet, despite his ferocity, he seemed to be on the defensive, retreating before Valeriana's relentless assault... He watched how they used laws.

After watching the fights which unknown to him had some few removed scenes. But it was enough to learn.

A cold sweat slicked his skin. Compared to the forces he'd just witnessed, his power felt insignificant, like mere spark infront of a raging inferno.

Neveah clenched his fists, a steely resolve hardening his gaze. " Time to take control... Use anyone and everyone." Thought Neveah.