Chapter 7 - The Stolen Crown
From the darkness of the lower chambers stepped mechanical iron golems, their eyes burning with dark purple energy. Malakor’s machine began to drain the ambient electricity from the air, weakening Leo’s glowing scar.
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"Without your magic, you are just a weak child in rags!" Malakor taunted, watching the golems advance on the prince.
Leo remembered the words of his mentor, Silas: Magic is not in your mark, Leo. It is in your heart and your will.
Instead of forcing his lightning outward, Leo turned his power inward, focusing his energy on his own heart. His eyes flared with blinding white light. He dashed forward with incredible speed, dodging the massive iron fists of the golems and targeting their power cores with precise lightning strikes. One by one, the mechanical monstrosities exploded in sparks and smoke.
Leo lunged at Malakor, shattering the control panel of the siphon machine with a thunderous punch. The machine overloaded, exploding in a wave of light that blew open the catacomb doors.
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However, when Leo rushed back up to the Great Hall, he found it empty—except for a pool of blood near the throne.
A surviving loyal guard staggered out from behind a pillar, bleeding heavily. "My Prince... Malakor's men... they took the King. They have dragged him to the high tower to force him to sign the abdication papers. If he signs, Malakor becomes Regent!"
