Chapter 5 - The Wrath of the Sovereign
Before General Marrok could lift his weapon, Chantal drove her heels into her mare’s flanks. The horse bolted forward, transforming into a streak of midnight and golden light.
Marrok swung his heavy iron mace with crushing force, aiming to shatter her skull, but Chantal didn't dodge. She parried. The moment the southern general's mace struck her blade, a shockwave of kinetic energy detonated outward, shattering the heavy iron weapon into a thousand glittering shards and throwing Marrok backward out of his saddle.
The southern frontline surged forward in a panic, trying to overwhelm her with sheer numbers, but the northern army didn't need to move.
Chantal leaped from her horse, landing lightly on the frozen earth. She drove her glowing sword into the snow. A ripple of golden fire raced outward in a widening circle, melting the snow into instant steam and creating a blazing barrier that stopped the southern charge dead in its tracks. Any soldier who touched the golden fire was gently but irresistibly tossed backward, disarmed and neutralized without a single drop of unnecessary bloodshed.
"Surrender your weapons," Chantal commanded, her crimson-flecked eyes sweeping across the trembling southern ranks. "Or face the eternal judgment of the crown."
One by one, southern soldiers dropped their swords, their knees hitting the slush as the genetic compulsion of royal blood broke their collective will to fight. General Marrok, crawling backward through the mud, stared up in absolute horror as Chantal stood above him, untouched by the biting cold, radiating the terrifying majesty of a true apex predator.
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Caden trotted up beside her, his broadsword resting casually on his shoulder as he looked down at the defeated southern commander.
"It seems your council miscalculated, Marrok," Caden said evenly. "Take the survivors back to the southern border and tell your lords that Aethelgard is no longer divided."
