Chapter Fifty-Two: Pursuit of Power, Part Two
Mordrin’s hand hovered high, fingers curling as a massive orb of corrupted hindo gathered, throbbing above his head like a pulsating heart. The venomous energy twisted and writhed, thickening the air with its sickly green glow. Tendrils of dark mist spiraled off the orb, coiling through the battlefield, corrupting the air and the frost around it. Mordrin’s eyes glowed with a manic fury as he looked down upon Yozora, confident in his final, devastating move.
Yozora gazed up at the swirling mass of venomous power, watching the way it distorted the air with its lethal energy. Every ounce of malice, decay, and darkness Mordrin wielded was condensed into that orb. The air was tainted, heavy with Mordrin’s venomous aura, a toxic reminder of the destruction he was willing to unleash. The sheer power radiating from it was staggering; it felt as if it could melt through anything in its path.
Mordrin’s gaze was sharp, his voice seething with triumph. “This is it, Yozora,” he declared, his tone dripping with venom. “You are finished. All that’s left for you is decay.”
He sneered, his pride swelling as he basked in his own perceived victory. “Power isn’t just survival—it’s about bending the world to your will. To reshape it, to eradicate weakness and create something harder, something unbreakable.”
Yozora rolled his eyes, crossing his arms as Mordrin continued his rant.
Mordrin’s grin widened, feeding off the toxic energy swirling around him. “I am entropy incarnate, Yozora, the hand of ruin that reshapes this world. The Kaelin name will be reborn in power and fear—qualities that weak fools like you could never comprehend.”
He paused, savoring the moment. “Empathy, camaraderie, equality, these are all constructs for the feeble-minded who don’t understand that strength is the only currency worth possessing. Those too weak to seize control don’t deserve to exist.”
Yozora raised an eyebrow, unamused. “Cry me a river, will you? You talk big, but all I see is a scared little snake, projecting his trauma on the world because he couldn’t handle hiding in the dark while his family was wiped out. You hate ‘weakness’ because it reminds you of yourself. That doesn’t make you powerful, Mordrin. That makes you pathetic.”
Mordrin’s smile twisted into a scowl. “Watch your mouth, boy. You think love and loyalty matter in the face of absolute power? I will become an unchallengeable force. Fear is far greater than love, and the legacy of the Kaelin will be built upon it.”
His eyes gleamed with rage. “It’s a pity you won’t live to see it.”
Yozora exhaled, bored. “You’re so delusional, it’s almost sad. The only thing you understand about power is how to be crushed by it.”
He cracked his neck and stretched, appearing unfazed by the monstrous orb hovering over them. “But fine, since you’re obviously confused, let me educate you.”
Taking a slow, deep breath, Yozora spoke calmly, his voice cutting through the venomous haze. “You know what makes Frozen Tundra Perfected so powerful? It’s not just the ice, Mordrin. It’s the control—the absolute command over every fragment of frost and every inch of cold within a fifteen-mile radius. I didn’t just create some icy armor. I created an entire tundra, my domain, and every snowflake, every gust, and every crystal answers to me.”
He flashed Mordrin a mocking smile, raising his fingers in a slight pinching gesture as though adjusting a thermostat. “Let me demonstrate. Watch closely, snake boy. This is what real power looks like.”
The temperature plummeted as Yozora turned the “dial” in his hand. The pressure dropped, the frost intensified, and the once-volatile battlefield transformed into an abyss of freezing mist and glacial silence.
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Mordrin’s smirk faltered as he realized his feet were beginning to freeze, the ice crawling up his legs despite his venomous aura.
“What… What is this?” Mordrin stammered, his voice tinged with disbelief as he felt the icy tendrils creeping up his body, their chilling touch defying his hindo’s toxic protection.
Yozora walked forward slowly, the frost underfoot shattering with each step as he closed the distance. “I could have ended you with a single blow, Mordrin, but I wanted you to feel what it’s like to be truly helpless—the way you made the Vulcan feel.”
The frost spread up Mordrin’s limbs, each breath becoming a labored, icy gasp as the air grew so cold it hurt to inhale. The grand attack he had summoned, the venomous orb of death, trembled in his grip, weakening as his body succumbed to the unbearable chill.
Mordrin’s limbs grew numb, his strength draining as the oppressive cold drained his energy. He gasped for breath, but even the air felt like shards of glass in his lungs. His body began to shake uncontrollably, and for the first time, he felt an emotion he hadn’t known since childhood: fear.
Yozora stopped in front of him, his cold gaze piercing through Mordrin’s defenses. “You call yourself a force of power?” he scoffed. “Frozen Tundra Perfected isn’t just about overpowering; it’s about dominating, suffocating every ounce of resistance, stripping you of movement, breath, even thought.”
He grasped Mordrin’s face, his grip firm “In this tundra, I am absolute. You? You’re nothing.”
For the first time since he was a child, Mordrin felt tears forming in his eyes, a primal instinct of terror overcoming him as he stared into the eyes of the monster before him.
Yozora wrinkled his nose in disgust. “Oh, don’t cry now. Not after slaughtering an entire village. Who’s supposed to make my soup now?” He shook his head. “Focus, Yozora,” he muttered, regaining his composure. “Where was I? Right, about to put the final nail in your coffin.”
He leaned closer, his voice a cold whisper. “I have a secret that might give you a little closure, though. My primary ability is something called ‘Spoiler.’ Meaning, even if you knew what I was capable of, you never had a chance.”
Mordrin, finally understanding the extent of Yozora’s power, saw the darkness within him. The monster he had once dismissed as a boy now revealed itself fully, and Mordrin knew he was outmatched.
“That’s the look I wanted to see,” Yozora sneered, tightening his grip. With a mocking smile, he lifted his other hand, pointing to the sky. “Take a good, long look, Mordrin.”
Above them, the sky split open as Yozora invoked “Icy Fumi: Comet.”
Mordrin’s eyes widened in shock, his pride crumbling as he realized he had overlooked something so monumental. The massive, blazing comet hurtled down from above, its trail a blinding, frosty mist that seemed to freeze sound itself. The comet was an overwhelming force, a chilling embodiment of pure destruction.
The toxic mist and corrupted vines around Mordrin froze mid-air, crystalizing into intricate frost patterns before shattering. The oppressive venomous energy he had wielded faltered under the relentless power of the approaching comet.
Mordrin’s gaze was fixed, mesmerized and horrified as he felt the impending doom hurtling toward him. His body wanted to run, to flee, but he was frozen in place, his legs numb with fear and the creeping frost that had overtaken him. The comet’s icy glow was unlike anything he had ever seen, a cold so pure and powerful it seared into his mind, eclipsing everything else.
For the first time, Mordrin’s confident mask cracked, fear gripping his heart as he realized that Yozora’s power wasn’t something he could overcome. It was an unstoppable force, a tide of ice and fury that he had foolishly underestimated.
As the comet neared, Yozora released Mordrin, stepping back with a smile. “Well, this has been fun,” he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “But you talked a big game, and now it’s time to see how much of it was hot air. Farewell, you arrogant piece of trash.”
Turning on his heel, Yozora flew away, grabbing the obsidian dragon eggs as he ascended. He looked back once, watching as the comet descended upon Mordrin with an unstoppable momentum, consuming everything in its path with icy finality.
The last thing Mordrin saw was the comet crashing down, the cold light filling his vision as the force of Yozora’s relentless power shattered every fiber of his being. And as the impact erupted, freezing the landscape in an eternal tundra, Mordrin’s corrupted legacy was buried, lost to the cold embrace of Yozora’s wrath.
Soaring away from the destruction, Yozora held the dragon eggs tightly. “Time to get these back,” he muttered to himself, casting one final, disdainful glance at the frozen wasteland below. With the village in ruins, he flew onward, determined to restore what little he could from the wreckage left behind by Mordrin’s venomous legacy.