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Chapter 141: The Hunt for Lord Dain
Chapter 141: The Hunt for Lord Dain
The city of Vorthal Keep was silent beneath the moon, its towering walls and gilded spires standing as a testament to its master’s wealth and power. Lord Dain, the Blood Baron, ruled over this city like a tyrant, his hands stained with the suffering of countless innocents.
His crimes? Slavery, mass executions, and the ruthless extermination of anyone who opposed him.
Tonight, Theia would carve his reign to an end.
A City Under Lockdown
The streets were deserted, guards patrolling in twos and threes, their armor clanking as they moved in rigid formations. Lord Dain knew he was being hunted.
Seraphis had wanted to come, but Theia had insisted on going alone.
"This one’s mine."
She could feel the weight of her daggers in her hands, her heart steady.
Lord Dain had ruled with an iron fist, hiding behind layers of guards, sorcerers, and his personal Crimson Phalanx—his elite warriors clad in enchanted black plate, trained to kill without hesitation.
No easy target.
But Theia thrived on the impossible.
Slipping Through the Gaps
Theia moved through the alleyways like a phantom, her steps silent as the wind. Every flicker of torchlight, every shifting shadow, she measured with precision.
A pair of guards passed beneath her as she perched above, crouched on an archway.
She dropped.
One dagger slid across a throat, the other stabbed deep into a heart. No screams. No sound. Just death.
She dragged their bodies into the shadows. Two down.
Still, she had a fortress to breach.
Scaling the Walls
The keep was a massive citadel, its walls lined with spikes and runes to prevent climbing.
But Theia had never followed the rules.
Using her enchanted grip, she scaled the wall, pressing between blind spots, moving in slow, deliberate motions.
As she reached the parapet, a guard stood just a few feet away, yawning.
Big mistake.
The dagger flew.
It pierced his eye socket, and he crumpled without a sound.
Theia vaulted over the edge, rolling into the shadows.
Inside the Beast’s Den
The corridors of the keep were eerily silent.
Not a single servant. Not a single noble.
Only armed warriors, their crimson armor glowing with the power of blood enchantments.
Theia exhaled. Lord Dain had fortified himself well.
But it wouldn’t save him.
She moved like a wraith, slipping past heavy patrols, weaving through the dark.
And then—she reached the inner sanctum.
The Throne Room of the Blood Baron
Massive black and gold doors loomed ahead, guarded by four Crimson Phalanx warriors, their helmets adorned with curved, demonic horns.
Beyond them? Lord Dain.
Theia smirked. "Alright, boys. Let’s dance."
She launched forward.
The first warrior swung his halberd, the blade slicing through the air with supernatural speed.
Theia slid low, her daggers flashing—
One sank into his knee, the other buried into his neck.
He collapsed, blood spraying in arcs of red.
The other three attacked at once.
A Storm of Blades
One came from the right, a sword slicing downward.
Theia twisted, parrying, using his momentum to flip onto his back.
A swift stab to the base of the skull. Another one down.
The last two came in coordinated attacks—one aiming for her ribs, the other for her back.
She leaped, her foot smashing into one’s helmet, using him as a platform to twist midair.
Her dagger cut through his exposed throat.
The last warrior staggered, hesitating just for a moment.
A moment too long.
Theia spun.
A dagger in his heart.
He collapsed.
Facing Lord Dain
The doors to the throne room creaked open.
Lord Dain sat on a towering throne of obsidian and bone, his red cloak draped around his massive frame.
His golden eyes gleamed, his armor a terrifying mixture of steel and dark magic.
"You’re finally here," he rumbled, his voice like gravel.
Theia twirled her daggers. "Sorry for the mess outside."
Dain stood, rolling his shoulders. "I don’t need them. I will kill you myself."
He raised a colossal greatsword, the blade pulsing with ancient curses.
The fight had begun.
A Clash of Titans
Dain charged.
The ground shook as his sword came crashing down.
Theia sidestepped at the last moment, the impact cracking the stone beneath her feet.
She struck—daggers aiming for his ribs—
But his armor was too thick.
Dain swung again, faster than she expected.
She barely dodged, his blade grazing her arm, sending pain lancing through her.
He was powerful.
But she was faster.
Cutting Him Down
Theia darted in, aiming for weak points—
The joints. The exposed skin at his neck. The gaps between plates.
Dain blocked every strike, his reflexes unnatural.
Then he countered.
A backhand strike sent Theia flying, slamming her into a pillar.
Pain exploded through her ribs.
Dain strode forward, raising his sword for the final blow.
But Theia was already moving.
She rolled beneath his attack, her daggers glowing with dark energy.
With a feral snarl, she drove both blades deep into his spine.
Dain froze.
His mouth opened—but no sound came out.
Theia twisted the daggers, severing his spine completely.
He collapsed to his knees.
And with one final, ruthless slash—
His head hit the floor.
The End of a Tyrant
Theia stood over Lord Dain’s lifeless body, breathing heavily.
She picked up his severed head, blood dripping from her fingers.
Another name. Another monster erased from history.
She walked back into the night, her message clear.
The Obsidian Spire would wake to another head on a pike.
And the underworld would whisper the name Theia in fear.