Wizard World Irregular

Chapter 1047 The Time For Retribution Has Come

rumbling sounds spread in the surroundings as ethan thrust his spear in front of him, resulting in a long fissure to appear in the ground that extended for dozens of meters.

"amazing," ethan muttered as he looked at his hands, which were brimming with strength.

with the runic symbols etched on his body, his strength could be buffed threefold for a short period of time.

ethan was a very strong person.

perhaps, far stronger than he ever imagined he could be.

with chloe's help, a new power called true king's might, similar to sea king's might, became available to him.

it was not a legacy ability, but an epic ability.

it means that only those who had met the requirement to become a true king would be able to use it, given that the high priestess inscribed the runes onto their bodies.

however, chloe had no intention of doing this for other kings and planned to let only ethan have access to this power.

this was why she did it in absolute secrecy inside a realm that was separated from the rest of the world.

even if the fluctuations of the stone of destiny weren't perceived by others, it would usually create a phenomenon that was visible to the naked eye.

of course, the firbolgs saw this as well, but when they realized that it was coming from ethan's camp, they no longer worried about it.

"thank you, chloe," ethan said. "with this trump card, i have greater confidence in facing strong opponents."

"you're welcome," chloe replied. "but, remember, do not be reckless. no matter how strong you are, you still won't be a match for progenitors, okay? but, fighting a colossi is doable."

ethan nodded in agreement because he believed that this was true as well.

it had been five days since they had returned from the realm of janvidr, and the preparations for the upcoming war were nearing their completion.

the firbolgs who would join the battle were currently training, while the craftsmen were busy forging weapons, creating arrows, concocting medicines, and imbuing scrolls with elemental magic.

the sylvan clan planned to fight armed to the teeth, which was something that ethan was very thankful for.

"do you think this will be enough to win?" chloe asked ethan, who was gazing at the fortress in the distance.

"i don't know," ethan replied, a faint glint appearing on his eyes. "we'll know in two days."

chloe nodded in understanding, and rested her head on his shoulder while hugging ethan tightly.

"remember, we must return alive," chloe said.

"we will return alive." ethan affirmed. "so keep yourself safe, understand?"

"okay." chloe hugged ethan tighter and closed her eyes.

they didn't know what scenes they would see when they crossed over to the realm of the gargoyles.

the air shimmered as countless figures emerged from the mist that separated the sylvan realm from the rest of the world.

dwarves, elves, beastkins, humans, and even firbolgs appeared one by one.

the sylvan clan glanced at the hill where ethan and chloe stood and saw countless banners flutter in the wind.

a mix of familiar and unfamiliar faces looked at the two of them, their expressions filled with the determination to fight.

the headmaster of the brynhildr academy was wearing a battle robe that was imbued with countless layers of magical runes.

professor barret tipped his hat in ethan's direction, a faint smile hanging on his face.

beside him was the archmage of eastshire, edmond, as well as the other magical knights of the kingdom.

cedric was also among the crowd, wielding a familiar sword that glowed faintly as it reflected the light of the sun.

it was none other than the sword of light, claíomh solais, who had chosen him as its rightful owner.

to his surprise, the former and current head prefects of dud manor, henry and george, were there as well.

countless dwarf champions riding on war goats lined up one by one.

clearly, they were ready to fight a battle far away from the cold north that they called home.

the elves and fairies had also come, bringing with them members of the firbolg clans who had decided to fight alongside the sylvan clan.

ethan's gaze then landed on a person wearing a mask, who he knew had played a very important role in his life.

the young man's adopted father and current head of the magistratus, wallace, who was known by his peers as gaeneron, stood tall and proud.

behind him, a hundred magistratus, who were considered the strongest wizards of the world, stood in silence.

"are we late to the party?" lyall asked with a devilish smile plastered on her face.

"no," ethan replied. "you came right on time."

"good," professor rinehart commented. "time to put an end to this madness."

sebastian and ethan's other half, glanced at each other and smiled.

'it's time to give them a taste of their own medicine,' sebastian said with his arms crossed over his chest.

'indeed,' ethan's other half replied. 'the time for retribution has come.'

ethan couldn't help but laugh internally as he led everyone towards the fortress of the sylvan clan.

continue your journey on empire

this day was not an ordinary day.

this was the day that they would fight and make the invaders realize that, if they could invade their worlds, they could do the same and raid their worlds as well.

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