Evolution begins with an ant colony-Chapter 381: I’ll Humor You

Kaldarix’s voice echoed, demanding an answer, yet the man standing before him, protecting Lady Bella, didn’t utter a word in response. The man wore a hood, his gaze flicking from Kaldarix’s imposing form to Lady Bella, trembling slightly behind him.

"This mana pattern..." the man muttered, gesturing inquisitively as he analyzed Kaldarix’s appearance with his left eye. His brow furrowed in concentration.

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"Elsuris never mentioned anything about this," he spoke aloud, more to himself than to anyone else. He walked side to side slowly, his boots thudding softly on the polished stone floor.

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"He said there would be a threat in this era but never specified where. Could it be the dragons? But they have never been ones to attack the humans without reason like this."

"Identify yourself!"

Kaldarix’s voice suddenly boomed through the hall, shattering the man’s train of thought. he roared, the sound echoing off the high walls.

The man, startled, whipped his head up to meet Kaldarix’s gaze. His voice, though calm, seemed somwhat urgent. "Tell me," he asked, taking a step closer, "are you a monarch?"

Kaldarix’s expression remained unreadable, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied the man. "I see no reason to answer that question," he replied coldly.

The man’s gaze sharpened, and he sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping slightly. "I see," he murmured, more to himself than to anyone else.

He then straightened his back. Taking another step forward, he met Kaldarix’s gaze head-on. "I am sorry for whatever wrong the humans have done, but I’m certain our nations can come to a peaceful agreement. There is no need for this bloodshed."

Kaldarix’s eyes flashed with irritation. "I don’t know who you think you are," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

"But I’m tired of asking questions. If you have decided to stand in my way, you can meet the same fate as that woman behind you."

The air in the room grew thick as Kaldarix discharged his mana from his body. The man suddenly did the same, suppriznly, he possessed quite the potent mana for a human.

Lady Bella, still clutching her pendant, watched the exchange with wide, terrified eyes. The guards beside her tensed, their hands instinctively flying to their swords despite how pointless it seemed.

The man in the hood, his mana swirling around him like a protective barrier, turned his head slightly towards Lady Bella. His voice was firm yet gentle as he spoke, "Lady, you must leave here immediately. I cannot guarantee your safety if you stay close by. I may be a legendary hero, but I dabout I would be a match for one of the 8 Dragon Monarchs."

Lady Bella nodded gratefully, her voice trembling as she whispered, "T-thank you." She took a step back, her heart pounding in her chest, and turned to make her way to safety.

The hooded man, sensing her fear, managed a reassuring smile beneath his hood. But before she could take another step, Kaldarix’s cold, mocking voice sliced through the air.

"And what do you think this is?"

"Some sort of bedtime story?"

He took step forward, the ground trembling beneath his feet.

"I’ve come to bring judgment. Petty tactics or plans to hold me back are pointless."

"If the dragons were that weak, then the gods themselves wouldn’t have had a need to fear us."

"But you know what? I will humor you."

"Let me teach a human like you what happens whan you go up against a monarch."

Kaldarix turned his head slightly, his golden eyes fixed on Mellin. "Stay out of this," he ordered. "I’ll handle him myself."

Mellin nodded, her gaze narrowing as she gazed at the mysterious man before she stepped back.

The man, now fully focused, drew a slender sword from beneath his cloak. The blade gleamed in the light. He adopted a low stance, the sword held steady in his right hand, its tip pointed at Kaldarix.

Kaldarix watched him with the look of a predator. Without a word, he leaped forward. The ground beneath him cracked and splintered with each step, the raw power of his movements sending tremors through the manor.

The man met Kaldarix’s charge head-on, his sword flashing through the air in a blur. Kaldarix’s arm, coverd in his golden mana, collided with the blade, sending sparks flying as mana and steel met with a deafening clang.

Kaldarix struck again, his fist blazing with golden light as it arced towards the man’s torso. The man twisted, narrowly avoiding the blow, and countered with a swift slash aimed at Kaldarix’s side. Kaldarix deflected it effortlessly with a flick of his wrist, his movement smooth and skilled.

Their battle raged through the manor, each strike and parry echoing like thunder.

While they were lost in their battle, lady Bella Met up with her sons and began to make her way to the secret passage.

Kaldarix attacked without stopping, each strike full of his anger and strength. He moved swiftly and smoothly, like a skilled hunter, constantly pushing forward.

The man, though outmatched in sheer strength, fought with a calm deminor. He weaved around Kaldarix’s attacks, his sword darting in and out like a serpent, his swordsmanship was percular. Each movement was measured, as he sought openings in Kaldarix’s defenses.

With a sudden burst of speed, Kaldarix closed the distance between them, his hand shooting out to grab the man by the collar. The man reacted instantly, twisting out of Kaldarix’s grip and delivering a powerful kick to his side. The force of the blow sent Kaldarix skidding back, but he barely seemed to notice.

Kaldarix’s eyes burned with fury as he launched himself forward again, his fists blazing with golden fire. The man raised his sword to block, but Kaldarix was faster. He slammed his fist into the man’s midsection, the impact sending shockwaves through the hall, cracks rippled across the walls and paintings fell.

The man staggered back, clutching his abdomen, but he quickly recovered, raising his sword in a defensive stance. His breathing was heavy, his chest heaving with exertion, but his eyes remained locked on Kaldarix.

Kaldarix took a moment to assess his opponent, his gaze cold. "You’re good," he admitted, his voice a low growl. "But not good enough."

He raised his hands, and the air around him shimmered with golden mana. Spears of pure gold formed around him, their tips glowing brilliantly. With a flick of his wrist, Kaldarix sent the spears hurtling towards the man.

The man’s eyes widened, and he moved with blinding speed, his sword slashing through the air to intercept the spears.

He deflected each one with a series of rapid, sword swings, but the sheer force of Kaldarix’s attack drove him back, his boots skidding across the marble floor.

Kaldarix advanced, his movements leveling no chance for the man to catch his breath. He closed the distance in an instant, his hands a blur as he unleashed a barrage of punches.

The man struggled to keep up, his sword barely managing to parry the flurry of blows.

Each impact sent jolts of pain through his body, the force of Kaldarix’s strikes threatening to overwhelm him.

In a desperate move, the man lunged forward, his sword aiming for Kaldarix’s heart. But Kaldarix was ready. He sidestepped the thrust and grabbed the man’s wrist, twisting it with a savage force. The sword clattered to the ground, and Kaldarix’s other hand shot out, striking the man square in the chest.

The blow sent the man crashing into a nearby wall, the impact cracking the stone. He slumped to the ground, gasping for breath, his vision swimming. Kaldarix stood over him, his golden eyes blazing with triumph.

"I’m not sure what your reason is, but something seems to be holding you back. Whatever. You fought well," Kaldarix said, his voice cold. "But you were foolish to stand against me."

He raised his hand, golden mana crackling at his fingertips, ready to deliver the final blow. The room was silent, the air thick with the smell of dust and blood.

In that instant, a voice echoed across the room, saying, "The scales come to a halt."

In that instant Kaldarix’s body froze in place. Mellin wanted to help him but as she got close she frosen as well.

Kaldarix turned, his eyes narrowing as he looked around the shattered hall. From the shadows stepped a figure cloaked in an ethereal glow, their presence both imposing and godlike.

The man Kaldarix was battling slumped against the wall, his eyes widening in surprise as he recognized the figure.

The figure’s gaze settled on the man, piercing through the hooded cloak. "This is not where you are supposed to be," the figure said, their voice echoing across the very fabric of reality. "Why are you fighting a random battle in a place you happened to find yourself?"

The man struggled to straighten up, wincing as he moved. "There was a woman in danger," he replied, his voice rough with pain and fatigue. "I had to protect her."