Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)-Chapter 515: Journey Across Continents (13)

Third Person’s POV

And seeing this, Altheria’s expression shifted, and a faint crease formed between her brows as she sensed the truth behind Nyx’s composure.

The anger inside her was not loud or explosive in any way.

It was buried deep and was boiling hotter by the second.

Anyone unfamiliar with Nyx would have taken her tone at face value, but Altheria and Isha knew better.

They could feel the restrained fury coiled tightly beneath her calm exterior, like a storm that was waiting for a fracture to unleash itself.

Altheria hesitated, and her lips parted slightly as though she wished to say something, but knowing Nyx, she remained silent.

Isha, however, did not hesitate as her cerulean gaze dropped to Ethan.

"I understand that," she said steadily, lifting her hand and pointing subtly toward him.

"But what about him?"

As she asked this, the question hung in the air, and Nyx’s head lifted slowly.

Her golden irises narrowed, shifting from circular pupils to sharp vertical slits in a heartbeat.

A harsh, low rumble emerged from her throat like a restrained, draconic sound that carried more warning than volume.

"He would not be in this state," she said coldly, her voice losing its earlier restraint,

"If the two of you had done your duty instead of indulging yourselves in complacency."

The accusation landed heavily, but Altheria did not respond.

Only her gaze lowered slightly as she knew that she could not deny it entirely.

She had taken the matter too lightly and had severely underestimated the scale of this matter’s depth, and had allowed the seemingly normal and common events to unfold without intervening directly from the start.

And the only thing she had done for Ethan was her action of sending Lady Raven to handle Solomon, but even she knew that she had perhaps remained too convenient.

So her silence showed, though Isha did not remain silent as a frown laced her shapely white brows, before they turned to normal and a faint smirk appeared at the corner of her lips, while her expression sharpened.

"I am not some guard dog you took under your wing, Nyx," she said coolly, her tone edged with pride.

"So it would be better if you chose your attitude more carefully when addressing me."

The temperature in the room seemed to shift once more, and it was not from any type of magical aura, but from the collision of pride between two powerhouses as their mental states seemed to directly impact the surroundings around them.

Hearing Isha’s words, something inside Nyx snapped.

Her cold golden eyes shifted slowly from Altheria to Isha, and for a brief second, they trembled, but it was not with uncertainty or disbelief, but with restrained fury that had finally reached its limit.

In the next instant, her figure blurred into a streak of blurry shadow.

Before anyone could react, she had already crossed the distance.

Isha’s back struck the wall with a sharp thud as Nyx’s hand wrapped around her snow white neck, pinning her firmly in place.

The impact was not loud, but the force behind it made the air tremble faintly.

Nyx’s sharp black nails pressed into Isha’s delicate white skin, leaving thin red scratches across her pale throat.

The scent of iron tinged the air as faint lines of blood surfaced beneath the pressure.

In the next instant, Nyx’s low voice erupted, carrying a feral tone in it.

"Then what were you doing here, secretly, during my absence?" she demanded while her grip tightened slightly.

"What purpose did you have sneaking into the one place where my only disciple had just arrived?"

Her golden eyes burned fiercely, the vertical pupils narrowing into razor thin slits as suppressed possessiveness and suspicion surged to the surface.

Meanwhile, Isha’s cerulean eyes frosted over instantly.

The gentle blue that usually defined them faded, only to be replaced by a colder, lighter hue that resembled frozen sky.

Her breathing remained steady despite the grip around her throat, and her voice, when she spoke, was disturbingly calm.

"What are you talking about?" she replied evenly.

"I did not even know you had taken a disciple."

Her gaze did not waver as she continued,

"And for your information, I protected him under your ’absence’ from Dajjal’s hands, together with Altheria."

Her tone sharpened slightly.

"Who knows what so called important matter demanded your attention while your precious disciple was left vulnerable in the first place?"

The words were not shouted, but they were delivered with cutting clarity.

"And judging by Dajjal’s obsession and the advantage he gained by moving first, your disciple would likely not be alive right now if I had not intervened.

I rescued him from under Dajjal’s very nose and tore him away from the grasp of his dark claws."

A faint, icy confidence and great pride flickered in her eyes.

"And even you know that only I could have done that."

As her apathetic voice filled the room, a low growl escaped Nyx’s throat.

The sound was not loud, but it vibrated deeply, resonating with restrained draconic wrath.

Her black nails pressed harder, and this time, they pierced the skin fully.

Beautiful red droplets formed along Isha’s pale throat and began to trickle downward in slow, glistening streams.

"Who are you trying to deceive with your theatrics and hypocrisy?" Nyx hissed, her voice losing its composure entirely.

"I have known you since childhood. I have seen your jealousy, and I have seen the way you always tried to take what was mine."

Her grip tightened further.

"I know your intentions. Do not pretend otherwise in front of me,"

The air around them began to hum faintly as suppressed power stirred.

Thin streams of white light began to gather over Isha’s eyes, spreading outward like frost creeping across glass.

A sharp, keening sound filled the chamber.

It was subtle at first, but seemed to rapidly intensify as opposing energies of light and darkness began to clash invisibly.

The temperature in the room fluctuated violently, and the ancient walls started trembling.