THE GENERAL'S DISGRACED HEIR

Their collision shattered the sound barrier. David and Winter became streaks of silver and void, their exchange of blows so rapid that reality struggled to keep pace.

Each clash of shadow daggers against void sword created ripples in space itself, the shockwaves pulverizing nearby stone to dust.

Kaelith, hovering above, found his divine senses struggling to track their movements. One moment they were trading blows in the center of the chamber, the next they'd appear at the far wall, leaving only afterimages in their wake.

Perhaps, he mused, watching David match a god blow for blow, this human is worthy of being called master after all.

Winter fought like a creature of pure instinct, corruption twisting his divine grace into bestial fury. Experience new stories on My Virtual Library Empire

His void-wreathed sword carved patterns of destruction through the air, each strike carrying enough force to shatter mountains.

The blade's edge left trails of absolute darkness, attempting to devour everything in its path.

Yet David moved like water through the assault. His twin daggers sang as they intercepted Winter's wild swings, each parry perfectly timed to redirect the god's overwhelming force.

When he couldn't block, his body would twist with impossible fluidity, the threads of time around him creating split-second paths to safety.

"Stand still!" Winter's roar shook the chamber as his attacks grew more frenzied. His sword became a storm of strikes, attacking from multiple angles simultaneously as space warped around him.

David's response was a dance of precision.

Left dagger deflected a thrust aimed at his heart.

Right dagger parried a slash targeting his neck.

His body swayed between three simultaneous strikes, each movement so precise it seemed choreographed. The silver threads in his eyes pulsed with each dodge, seeing and avoiding deaths before they could occur.

Frustration twisted Winter's features into something inhuman.

He brought his blade down in an overhead strike that split the very air, dark energy coursing along its edge. David crossed his daggers to catch it, but the pressure behind Winter's attack drove him to one knee.

The floor beneath them cratered, ancient stone turning to powder as networks of cracks spread outward.

Winter's mouth gaped open, jaw unhinging like a serpent's as an orb of crackling void energy formed between his teeth. At this range, there would be no dodging the blast of concentrated nothingness.

But David had already seen this moment.

His daggers dissolved into shadow as he rolled backward onto his hands. In one fluid motion, he pushed off the ground, his foot connecting with Winter's jaw in a devastating kick that carried the weight of perfectly timed momentum.

The void orb discharged harmlessly into the ceiling as the Night King staggered back, dark ichor leaking from his mouth.

David landed in a crouch, shadow blades reforming in his grip, just as Winter regained his footing. They clashed again, but this time something was different in David's movements—more purpose, less reaction. His silver eyes held the certainty of someone who'd watched this battle play out countless times.

Above the chaotic battlefield, Kaelith's divine pride burned hotter than his light. Golden veins pulsed through his armor as he gripped his staff with both hands, refusing to be overshadowed by a mere mortal.

The air itself began to sing as dozens—no, hundreds of light spears materialized in the space above, each one carrying enough power to pierce citadels.

"Die." The command sent his arsenal plummeting toward Winter.

The light spears struck with devastating precision, each impact releasing a burst of divine energy that should have atomized any being. Yet Winter stood unfazed, his corrupted flesh knitting back together instantly.

Where the spears pierced him, void energy simply filled the gaps, like darkness flowing into empty space.

Winter's laugh carried a hint of madness. "Is this all your power can—"

The words died in his throat. David had vanished.

A roar of pure frustration shook the chamber's foundations as Winter's eyes darted wildly, searching. Even his divine senses couldn't track the human's movement.

"Looking for me?"

The casual voice came from beside Kaelith. David floated there, silver-threaded eyes gleaming with possibilities, as if he'd been there all along. The demigod started at the sudden appearance—even he hadn't sensed the movement.

"I need a distraction," David said, his tone carrying the weight of certainty, of someone who'd already seen how this would end.

Understanding flashed in Kaelith's eyes. A massive magic circle blazed to life beneath his feet, its diameter spanning the width of the chamber. Ancient divine script rotated through multiple layers, each ring moving in opposite directions as golden power gathered with increasing intensity. The very air began to distort from the concentration of divine energy.

Winter noticed David above, darkness erupting from his legs like writhing serpents. His corrupted vessel's muscles bulged grotesquely as void energy condensed around him. With a bestial roar, he launched himself skyward, the force of his ascent leaving a vacuum in his wake that imploded the floor beneath.

The demigod's circle reached critical mass. "Witness divinity!" Light erupted from Kaelith's position—not a mere flash, but a wave of pure radiance that turned the chamber into a sea of white. The brilliance was so absolute it seemed to erase the concept of darkness itself.

When Winter's vision returned, he found David floating alone in the void above, Kaelith's presence completely erased. But something was wrong. The air had changed, becoming thick and heavy. Temperature skyrocketed at an impossible rate, turning the very atmosphere into a shimmering haze.

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A single spark crackled in the space above Winter, tiny yet carrying a weight that made reality itself hold its breath.

David's voice echoed from everywhere and nowhere, carrying an almost theatrical gravity:

"How fitting... a god who hides in darkness, consumed by the very light he fears. Perhaps next time, you'll learn to properly appreciate a mere mortal's performance."

The Night King looked up, his corrupted face twisting in dawning comprehension as he beheld it—a miniature sun, perfect in its spherical fury, compressed to the size of a fist yet containing the power to annihilate mountains.@@novelbin@@

For a fraction of a second, it hung there, a new star born in the chamber's confines. Then it fell, trailing solar flames as it descended toward Winter with the inevitability of divine judgment.