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Heir of the White Lotus (Web Novel) - Chapter 1614 Bittersweet
Chapter 1614 Bittersweet
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For a brief moment, it felt as if a second sun had appeared above the Galestine.Anna would never forget that sight for the rest of her life. Her crimson eyes reflected the sea of fire, and she couldn't help but be enamoured by it.
A massive wave of fire suddenly rose from the ocean, surging upward like a blazing wall that threatened to swallow the Dark King whole.
For a moment, his figure was nearly lost within the inferno.
And then...
A blazing arrow shot from his hands.
It tore straight through the towering wave of flames as if the fire itself dared not resist it. The arrow streaked forward with unstoppable force, crossing the distance in a single breath.
It struck Iroh Silvas.
And in the next moment, the world was engulfed in fire.
Watching the brilliant display of magic, Anna's heart was ablaze.
As a practitioner of fire magic, she understood better than anyone what she had just witnessed.
Using fire to defeat fire was never simple. Flames resisted one another, clashed, twisted, and spiraled out of control. To force one flame to dominate another required absolute control, precision so refined that even the slightest mistake could cause the spell to collapse.
Yet Adam had done it effortlessly.
Or at least... seemingly effortlessly.
His Fire Arrow had torn through a raging wave of flames as if the inferno itself had been nothing more than a curtain.
Anna felt a chill run down her spine.
Just how deep was Adam's mastery over fire magic?
What made it even more shocking was the fact that fire had never been his specialty. Unlike her, he had never devoted his time and effort to the School of Invocation.
And yet...
The level of control he had just displayed surpassed that of most Magi she had
ever seen.
Ravenfell held its breath.
The massive explosion of fire had swallowed the battlefield entirely. Every communication artifact that had been hovering above the ocean had been destroyed in the blast, leaving the people of the city with nothing but the distant sight of the burning horizon.
Even Almansour stood silently on the main platform, his earlier confidence gone as he watched the eastern shores with tense anticipation.
The waters of the Galestine were now covered in thick steam. A dense haze rolled across the surface of the ocean, obscuring everything beyond it.
Seconds passed. And then minutes. No one spoke.
Amid the packed crowd in the square, Lucian Acadia squinted his golden eyes, his gaze piercing through the thick steam. A moment later, his lips curled into a faint smile.
Across the streets of Ravenfell, tens of thousands of people stood in absolute silence, their eyes fixed on the mist-covered sea.
And then...
A dark silhouette appeared within the haze. Slowly, the figure emerged from the drifting steam, walking calmly across the surface of the ocean.
In his hand, he carried something heavy behind him.
For a moment, Almansour simply stared. Through the thick mist, the dark figure became clearer with every step. The man walking across the ocean was unmistakable.
The remaining communication artifacts locked onto his position and projected the scene onto the illusory display above the platform.
Adam Constantine.
And behind him, dragged across the water, was the charred corpse of Iroh Silvas. Most of the body remained submerged beneath the waves, but one burned leg in Adam's grasp left no doubt about what he had brought back. A surge of emotion welled up in Almansour's heart.
He stepped forward on the platform and raised his voice, his words ringing like thunder across the square and through the communication artifacts
broadcasting to the entire Empire.
"People of Ravenfell," he roared to the heavens.
"The battle is over!"
His voice trembled with excitement, and his eyes shed tears of joy.
"The vile Magi from the Cult of Bones have been slain! Seven of them... all
dead!!"
The square erupted.
Almansour pointed toward the ocean, where Adam continued walking calmly
toward the city.
"Behold the man who delivered judgment upon the enemies of the Empire!"
His voice rose even higher.
"Behold... the Dark King of Ravenfell!"
"!!!"
The crowd erupted in cheers and applause. And it wasn't just Ravenfell, every city where the battle had been broadcast showed the same reaction. Adam Constantine had presented undeniable evidence that he had never been guilty of the crimes laid against him. Instead, he had been the target, a victim of
a vile magic cast by the diabolical cult.
He had proven his innocence.
And before the eyes of the entire Empire, he had slain its enemies. Seven powerful Mana Core Magi had come to wreak havoc upon Ravenfell, and
perhaps even abduct him.
But the Dark King, with tyrannical and domineering might, had defeated every last one of them single-handedly.
Adam walked across the surface of the ocean, passing the line of Ravenfell's warships stationed along the harbor.
The Magi and the sailors watched in stunned silence as the Dark King moved steadily toward the city, the charred corpse dragging behind him through the
water.
When he reached the harbor walls, Adam leapt upward in a single motion and landed on the stone docks of the Harbor Quarter.
Without a word, he stepped forward and dropped the burned body of the Flame Lord at the feet of Daniel Ranzenberg.
He looked the Lord Marshall in the eye and murmured in a solemn voice, "And
it begins."
Daniel Ranzenberg deeply looked at the raven-haired youth, his eyes swirling
with awe and a trace of fear. After a long moment, he gave a slow, grateful nod.
"So it does..."
Adam took to the skies once again. He hovered above the main square, the hems of his cape fluttering behind him. He took in the scene of the tens of
thousands of people cheering his name.
For forty-five years, he had borne their hatred and resentment.
And yet... in just a few minutes, he had reclaimed his honor.
A bittersweet feeling bloomed in his heart.
His gaze swept across the crowd before briefly settling on a towering figure,
standing among them. It was the Emperor, concealed beneath a dark, hooded
robe.
Adam gave him a silent nod.
Then he turned and flew southward...
Toward Saratoga.
