Emperor's Reckoning

"I think, I\'m going wherever I want."

Kaiju almost vomit blood when he heard the answer coming from Lyon\'s mouth. The latter\'s nonchalant looks only further increasing the fume of his rage. He gritted his teeth before he tried to hold the smoke coming out of his breath. His smile was seemed forced as he said.

"You ignorant fool, none of you guys are getting away from this place. It\'s hard to find you all scattered."

"Let them go, Kaiju."

"What?"

Kaiju creased his eyebrows as he turned his glance over to the man with bronze complexion, Tusak. The famous Wind Fist was taking a stand against him before the former suddenly leaped and gave his back for Ayumu and Lyon to see.

His long braided black hair was the symbol of his creed, the symbol of his code, the core of his arts. His refined yet lean muscle packed a lot of force and agility that could render stone to dust with a pinch between his fingers. 

"Heaven\'s Son, Kaiju Loh. May I have the honor of exchanging fists with you?"

He smiled with one of his foot stepped forward. The calmness exuding from the eyes of a martial artist knew no boundaries even at the sight of a powerful man from his own generation like Kaiju. Whether he seeks victory or enlightenment only the gods and he himself would know.

"Wind Fist, you\'re they say your fist is as moody as the wind itself. Do you think you can take on Heaven\'s Son? Hahaha, nature is beneath me!" 

Kaiju spared no sentence without praising himself higher than the others, a total contrast to the opponent in front of him.

"The wind can be calm, and the wind can be notorious," Tusak muttered before he opened his arms. He took a deep breath before regulating it with the fighting style he was trained for his entire life. 

Lyon raised his eyebrows as he saw the two young men were staring at each other with their hands clenched. He looked at Kaiju, he looked at the martial artist, in the end, he shrugged his shoulder. He had a beauty on his back, why would he want to bother the two men that were bonding through their fists. 

"Good luck guys, see ya."

Lyon turned around under the disbelief and chuckle of Ayumu. Kaiju was naturally displeased seeing him left the place. Out of all the people here, Lyon was the only one that he had a grudge on. 

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The veins inside Kaiju\'s forehead popped before he exuded an extraordinary pressure that targets Lyon\'s being. (Kneel!) screamed Kaiju inside his heart.

"Hm?"

"What is it, Lyon?" Ayumu asked.

Lyon shook his head, "I think Sylviana has gone up a weight or some hahaha!"

Ayumu squinted her eyes with her mouth slightly twitched, "You are lucky that she is asleep, if not, the landmass might shift again."

"Hahaha!" he laughed as he walked forward and left the scene with Ayumu casually following along.

(What?!) thought Kaiju who stared in disbelief. He was sure to amplify his pressure toward Lyon with the highest level he could give, yet the result was the opposite of what he was expecting. However, he couldn\'t ponder about it for long before Tusak released his own pressure. 

The two beasts stared at each other with fighting lust residing behind those eyes. However, unbeknownst to them, someone was watching from afar. She was hiding in the jungle nearby with her figure blending in with her surroundings. There was no way that it could be pulled off by make-up alone. It was without a doubt, convenient magic. 

"My, Lyon. Why do you make me choose? Who should I watch, the fight between Wind Fist and Heaven\'s Son or you carrying the hidden hellcat? I\'m curious about both but the mana I used is limited."

She grabbed her chin with a light pinch of her thumb as she contemplated before she raised one of her eyebrows. She saw something peculiar on the screen in front of her that produced the view from the magic she used to observe the battlefield. 

"An eye?"

The floating eye was projecting a picture of an eye pretty similar to her own. It blinked before the other one blink. They were like an identical twin that didn\'t know the existence of the other. 

"You are..."

The lady with purple lips muttered softly before the other eye immediately dispersed like a cloud of dust before disappearing completely with no trace.

The woman puckered up a smile, "I see, there is only one woman that is capable of doing the same thing as I did, High Witch, Madoku. My very own... younger sister."

Meanwhile on the far away side of the battlefield was a woman who stood. She felt her body chilled to the bone as her goosebumps rose. She knew the meant of the existence of the eye that similar to the one she used with her magic. They had come from the same root, it was a given that they shared similarities in their attributes.

"Madoka, that\'s...."

"En, older sister."

"This is bad..."

"En..."

"What is her objective? The Throne? I doubt it."

"I don\'t know."

Once again, their conversation was unproductive, however, she had not black lines over her head this time. The matter was serious, she gulped with the full knowledge of how dangerous her older sister. She almost lost her breath every time the figure appeared in her mind. The one that was always excelled at what she did, no man nor woman had ever taken her down in a challenge in magic. Her talent was coveted, her skills were wanted, her services were even more. There was not a single empire that didn\'t know her name.

"This is not the plan, we hid so well only to be discovered by the worst of the worse"

"Not Kaiju?"

Madoku shook her head, "Kaiju is nothing compared to her, you know it yourself she never fully used her destructive potential. Kaiju is easily driven by emotion but she is not. She could easily hide from her enemies and before they knew it, they\'ve become flesh and blood on a huge crater."

"En, however, we are strong too."

Madoku shook her head, "Maybe we are above the average, but she is above even those above us."

"En, maybe not. We are strong enough. We just need to be better."

Madoku couldn\'t reply to Madoka as a magic brand suddenly formed in front of her in a blink of an eye. She didn\'t need to think hard about who was the person behind the spell that was capable of doing so.

"My dear sister, it\'s been a while."

A voice came out of the white magic brand in front of her. She shook her head with a wry smile before replying, "It seems that your skill only improved over the years, I can\'t believe that you could find us this quickly. I\'ve even put up a decoy to hid my presence."

"I can\'t say that I didn\'t improve, but the one that taught you magic was never mother and father in the first place, hahaha."

Madoku\'s face turned slightly bitter. Their father and mother were in nowhere the comparison to the older sister with purple lips. It\'s only natural that the one who taught her tricks and tweaks behind or inside the magic department was non-other than their older sister. Being arguably one of the best, not to mention her age, everyone could see her sitting in a high position in any empire. With that kind of figure being her mentor, it would only be impossible for her not to be above average than the rest of her peers.

"It\'s true, however, older sister, I doubt that you are here to attack me."

"Clever... I expect nothing less from the one I share my blood with."

"What is your goal sister?"

"You wouldn\'t believe that I would say, the Throne, right? Hahaha. Of course, you don\'t."

Madoku could only smile wryly.

"I am nothing but a fisherman lying in wait to see how the fishes tire themselves. What I want to know is, are you trying to observe the fight too?"\'

"With you here, I doubt I would have the honor of eliminating the Wind Fist and Heaven\'s Son altogether."

"That is true, however, if you want it, I would give you the honor. I\'m interested in something else."

"Hmm?" Madoku raised her eyebrows before she asked, "You would pity your younger sister and share your answer, would you not?"

Her older sister\'s lips were pointed upward as she muttered a name, "Lyon Torga."

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