Chapter 193- A King’s Resolute
CJ
The moment Lexy’s fire surged into me; I felt my blood ignite. It wasn’t just warmth — it was the pulse of a thousand suns burning through my veins. My grip on my sword steadied, my legs rooted themselves into the earth as though nothing could move me.
And then Tarria’s smoke wove into me. At first, I expected resistance — fire and shadow were born to fight. But instead of clashing, they twined. Smoke wrapped around the flame, tempering it, sharpening it, giving it weight and balance. Where the fire roared, the smoke whispered, binding me together in a way I’d never imagined possible.
I lifted my sword against Adrian’s beast form, and for the first time, his strength didn’t shake me. His claws slammed down, and I caught them with one hand, my blade glowing with the unity of fire and shadow. The shockwave rattled the battlefield, but I did not falter.
Something inside me broke open.
A growl ripped through my chest, deeper, stronger than anything I had ever known. My body burned with light and shadow, my muscles stretching, bones reshaping. Fur rippled across my arms, my chest broadened, my teeth sharpened into fangs. The beast within me — the wolf I had always held in check — surged forward.
But this wasn’t just a werewolf transformation. No, it was more. The fire kept me from losing myself to rage. The smoke gave me clarity in the storm. I wasn’t consumed by the beast — I was becoming it while still holding onto who I was.
“CJ,” I heard Lexy breathe, her voice trembling with awe.
But I was no longer only CJ.
I was Xazul.
The crowned beast, forged of fire and shadow.
My vision sharpened, every detail of the battlefield painted in perfect clarity. Adrian loomed before me, towering, monstrous, his crimson eyes wild with rage. But I no longer saw him as unstoppable. I saw him as prey.
He struck again, his claws a blur, but my body moved with speed and precision I had never known. My sword cut through the air, meeting every strike with a force that rattled his arms. Flames and smoke spiraled around me, my very breath steaming with heat.
The bond with Lexy pulsed through me, steady and fierce. Tarria’s shadows anchored me, giving me balance. Together, they had awakened this form, but the power was mine to wield.
And Adrian… Adrian would finally learn what it meant to face a true king.
Xazul
The world felt small beneath me as I rose to my full height, claws flexing, sword blazing with fire and smoke entwined. Every heartbeat was thunder, every breath a storm.
Adrian roared, slashing at me with all the fury his beast form could muster. His claws carved trenches in the earth, his rage shook the air, but his movements were frantic now. Desperate.
I met his charge head-on.
Steel met claw, fire met fury. The impact sent sparks exploding, but I pressed forward, driving him back with strike after strike. His power had once overwhelmed me, but now… now it was mine that carried the battlefield.
“You’ve lost, Adrian,” I growled, my voice rumbling with the dual tones of man and beast. “Your reign ends here.”
He bellowed in denial and lunged, his jaws snapping inches from my throat. But I caught him, my clawed hand locking around his throat. He thrashed, claws raking my side, but I tightened my grip, lifting him off the ground.
His crimson eyes widened.
For the first time, Adrian looked at someone stronger than him.
I slammed him into the earth, the ground shattering beneath the force. Dust and rock sprayed upward, the battlefield trembling with the blow. Before he could rise, I brought my sword down, flames and smoke spiraling along its length.
The blade struck his chest, burning through fur and flesh. His roar shook the night, but I did not stop. I pressed the blade deeper, the power of fire and shadow exploding outward.
“This is for Tarria. For every life you’ve tried to take and taken.” My voice carried across the field, sharp as steel. “And for Lexy. For our people. For the alliance.”
Adrian’s thrashing slowed. His claws faltered. The fire and smoke consumed him, searing through his beast form until the monstrous strength drained from him. He collapsed beneath my blade, his body shrinking, twisting, until what lay before me was no longer the towering beast, but the man — broken, gasping, defeated.
He looked up at me, his eyes dimming, his voice a rasp. “This… isn’t over…”
I tightened my grip on the hilt and twisted the blade. Fire and shadow flared, swallowing him in finality. His last scream tore into the air before silence fell.
Adrian was gone.
The battlefield stilled.
I straightened, drawing in a deep breath, fire and smoke still crackling along my body. The beast I am — Xazul — I pulsed with victory but not rage. No, it was something deeper. Purpose. Balance.
Slowly, I lifted my gaze.
Around us, the alliance leaders and warriors had formed a wide circle. Their weapons dripped with blood, their armor scarred, but they stood — and every one of Adrian’s men lay broken on the ground. Some groaned in pain, some fled into the trees, but most were silent, fallen.
The alliance had won.
And they were looking at me.
Not with fear. Not with doubt.
With awe.
I felt Lexy’s presence at my side, her fire still tethered to me, though now faint as exhaustion pulled at her. Tarria’s smoke had begun to fade as well, her body trembling with the toll it had taken. Yet both of them stood tall, their eyes fixed on me.
I turned, the battlefield spread before me, the broken remnants of Adrian’s army scattered like shadows before dawn.
I was Xazul, the crowned beast.
And for the first time, I understood: this was not just my victory. This was the alliance’s. This was our future.
The end of Adrian was the beginning of something far greater.
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