The Forsaken King-Chapter 37: Clash of Kings

Excalibur sank into the ground. A golden light spread across the arena, casting long shadows under the high walls. All around them, blades erupted from the dirt—dozens of them, sticking out like gravestones. Sylas’s eyes locked onto Kael.

"What is all this?" Kael muttered.

He scanned the arena. Swords were everywhere—jagged, rising from the ground like gravestones. He swung with a thunderous crack, shattering them. But the moment it broke, another rose in its place. Then another. Then another. "They’re weak swords," he growled, low and irritated, watching them multiply like weeds.

Sylas smiled.

Then, in the blink of an eye, he was gone.

Kael barely had time to react—the blur of movement caught him off guard, and before he knew it, Sylas was in front of him. His hand swinging forward—empty at first. But as it cut through the air, a sword materialized out of nowhere, appearing mid-motion. Kael’s eyes widened in shock.

He jumped back, but it was useless.

Sylas vanished again.

In an instant, he reappeared behind him, slamming his foot into Kael’s lower back—fast, sharp, heavy. Kael’s body collapsed, flipping forward as he tumbled across the ground.

"That one," Sylas announced.

Lucian stood there by his mother, frozen. His eyes widened—like everything stopped making sense. He had never seen his father fall before. Not once.

Beside him, Ana’s composed expression broke for a second—her eyes sharp, full of disbelief, her lips slightly parted, but no words came out. Even she hadn’t expected this.

The queen, on the other hand, was smiling—cheering like this was just a game. Her voice rose above the others, urging her husband to stand.

Sylas gave Ana a small wave while smiling at her.

She turned her head away instantly—her face twisted like she couldn’t even stand the sight of him.

The crowd started to cheer for their king.

Their voices rolled in like a wave—loud, wild, as they cheered for their king.

"Not bad, son," Kael muttered, brushing the dust from his clothes, slow.

Then, without warning, he shot toward him.

Kael came at him like an unchained beast. His eyes glowed bright ember, sharp and locked on him like prey.

He was fast. Too fast for his eyes to follow. He became blurred. If it weren’t for this Domain, Sylas would’ve been dead.

Sylas blinked away just in time—

—but something tore through his shirt.

He glanced down. The tear wasn’t from a blade.

It was from claws.

And they dug deep into his skin. He was bleeding.

"Was he... trying to kill him?" he wondered.

But he didn’t give him time to think.

Kael lunged again.

And this time, he didn’t look like a man.

He looked like something primal.

Something wild. A semi-beast.

Sylas vanished again—but Kael was already waiting. No matter how many times he blinked to create space, Kael closed the distance every time.

It was like he knew exactly where Sylas would appear.

Kael’s body moved faster between each attack. His eyes never blinked. Never lost focus.

Then Sylas noticed Kael was sniffing the air.

Then he realized he wasn’t tracking him with sight.

He was following the trail of blood. So Sylas moved faster.

Kael was getting frustrated. "Stop running," he growled—his voice low, rough, almost animal-like. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Sylas appeared behind him, striking fast—but the sword snapped like it was a wooden sword. He didn’t stop. He kept blinking, disappearing and reappearing, slashing from every direction. But nothing worked.

Kael had buffed himself.

Sylas could’ve stripped it all away with his Domain. One word—and it would vanish.

But he didn’t.

He wanted to win with honor. His battle was about earning his respect.

Kael let out a primal scream—raw, savage. The force alone sent Sylas skidding backward across the arena. Then Kael started to change. Fur burst from his skin. His face twisted, reshaped into something beast-like. A lion. Larger. But he looked more ferocious. His claws extended, gleaming. Mist poured out of his mouth like smoke.

"Honey, stop! That’s too far!"

The queen’s voice cut through the noise—but it didn’t reach him.

Kael didn’t hear her.

He was too far gone.

Too deep in the fight.

And he was loving every second of it.

"Remember the rule—no killing." But Kael just growled.

"Shit."

But before he could finish, Kael blasted forward like a bullet. He was fast and vicious. But he didn’t swing his blade. He drove his elbow straight into Sylas’s gut. The hit landed cleanly. It shot him across the arena like a ragdoll, slamming him toward the wall. The force knocked the air out of him. He barely caught his breath before Kael moved again.

Another elbow strike came flying in.

Sylas blinked.

He vanished—reappearing next to Kael’s massive sword, still stuck in the ground. He grabbed it just in time.

Kael turned. Changed direction mid-charge—without any hesitation.

He came at him again—faster, wilder. Attacks nonstop.

He moved fast—blurring across the arena, shattering every sword he came across his way, making sure Sylas had nowhere to blink. Each strike that connected with the sword sent sparks flying.

Sylas braced himself, blocking the barrage of blows with Kael’s own blade. But each impact dug deeper. The sword grew heavier with every swing.

"Is it too heavy?" Kael growled. The words came out low and mocking.

Sylas gritted his teeth.

His Domain timer was almost up.

The sword’s weight... it was unbearable. He couldn’t even lift it anymore.

Then—an idea popped up into his head.

Sylas blinked again, moving through the arena.

Kael’s nose twitched—sniffing, tracking the blood trail in the air.

Sylas grabbed one of the swords from the ground and hurled it upward with everything he had.

"Come catch me, you mutt," Sylas taunted him with a grin.

His growl deepened—louder, darker. The ground beneath him cracked as his muscles tensed. His eyes burned. He lunged toward him.

But Sylas blinked again—appearing right where the sword flew.

He caught it mid-air, hurled it again, then blinked—higher.

He was almost above the entire arena now, still holding Kael’s blade tight in one hand.

He looked down—and just as expected, Kael had found him.

The beast launched upward—straight toward him, claws out. His glowing eyes locked onto him.

Sylas flipped the blade—gripping it by the dull edge. He didn’t want to risk killing him.

Then he dropped.

The sword fell with him—weight and gravity combining, turning it into something like a meteor crushing into the earth.

As Kael met him mid-air, Sylas brought the weapon crashing down.

The shockwave cracked the sky.

He used the full weight. The dull edge. All of it.

Kael’s claw slammed against Sylas’s blade mid-air—but Sylas didn’t flinch. He carried more power. When Kael realized he was being overpowered, he crossed his arms, trying to block the attack.

But it was no use. His sword broke through the defense and connected with Kael. He dragged him through the sky toward the ground. Midway, he gripped the hilt of the sword and, with everything he had, swung.

Sending Kael out of the sky toward the ground.

Together—they crashed into the ground below.

[System Message: Domain of the King — expired.]

Smoke filled the area.

The queen and Ana shot to their feet. No hesitation. They ran toward the smoke.