Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)

Third Person's POV

And then, shattering the stunned silence, came the man's piercing and agonized scream that echoed through the library like a wail from the damned.

His eyes were filled with pain as his arm from the elbow was twisted in another direction, and blood seeped from the torn muscles at the impact point with his broken bones protruding grotesquely beneath the skin.

Still gripping his shattered arm, Ethan rose from his chair and delivered a simple and glowing kick to his chest.

The man was hurled into the air like a rag doll as he flailed helplessly before his form tumbled over the first-floor railing and plummeted to the ground floor.

Barring any hesitation, Ethan followed him like a specter.

As the middle-aged man descended into the ground, the panic and terror in his eyes surpassed all limits as tears and snot smeared his face and from his expression, one could tell that he had never experienced such an intense moment in his whole life.

However, for Ethan, close combat and such blood-pumping events were not scarce in his list of harrowing experiences from both of his lives.

Like a wraith, Ethan leaped after him. As they plummeted, Ethan's foot connected squarely once more and it accelerated the man's fall.

Though it all seemed to unfold over an extended sequence, in reality, the entire event transpired in the span of a heartbeat from the moment of the initial crack event.

The man crashed violently into a wide table and the force behind his fall shattered it into splinters that scattered across the library floor.

Blood spewed from his mouth as he coughed violently and his body became battered and bruised from multiple injuries.

But the most striking mark upon him was the frozen imprint of Ethan's foot on his chest.

A brilliant blue glow coiled around the imprint and slowly spread as it froze nearly half his torso. His eyes widened in absolute terror as Ethan pressed firmly against his chest and intensified the icy energy that now coursed through him.

The luminescent blue aura on Ethan's leg shone steadily, and soon the freezing energy reached the man's neck.

The man's expression shifted from pain to desperation as a fierce resolve flickered in his red eyes. He began mumbling unintelligible syllables and his body was suddenly enveloped in a pulsating red glow.

A strange power warped the air around them, as golden-orange rays from the sunlight filtered through the library windows and coalesced around him at an astonishing speed.

Ethan sneered in disdain but made no move to stop it.

Just as the golden wave of energy closed in, a thick dark smoke erupted from his body and it formed an impenetrable black orb that enveloped both men.

The golden energy crashed into the sphere and attempted to force its way through but the dark orb remained unyielding as its surface stretched yet refused to break.

As if commanded by something, the golden energy seemed to have come to a decision as it concentrated into a thin fiery sword.

Its sheer heat caused the air to shimmer and the surrounding paper parchments and wooden splinters to catch fire.

The fiery-orange sword that was infused with concentrated sunlight and something else, slashed at the black orb.

In response, the dark barrier reacted instantly and condensed into a small but dense black disk that intercepted the blazing blade.

Sparks erupted as the two forces clashed but the black disk held firm.

In its counterattack, slowly tendrils of darkness seeped from it and corrupted the fiery sword.

It caused the glowing orange sword to change into a deep black color with its golden-orange hue transformed into an eerie black one. Within moments, the once-radiant weapon was transformed into a blade of void-like fire as its glow now seemed menacing and unreal.

As the black orb dissipated, the scene within was revealed, and seeing it a hushed shock fell over the library.

In the crowd, a small old man with short black horns, who had remained passive and unnoticed until now, finally opened his nearly closed eyes.

His gaze which was sharp and unchanging settled on Ethan.

"How is this possible for someone so young," he muttered under his breath.

"Such mastery and ease over elemental forces at his age... Impossible. Just where did he come from?"

His attention then shifted to Virelle, who stood on the first floor and observed the spectacle below with an expression of absolute indifference, as if such violence was an everyday occurrence to her.
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Finally, his eyes landed on the little scarred girl. Unlike Virelle, she was wide-eyed with awe and amazement lighting up her face as she absorbed the scene below.

Looks like he is related to the old monster within this castle. The old man concluded in his mind due to the presence of the old monster's disciple with the young man in front of him.

Thinking this he soon returned his gaze to the unfolding confrontation.

Ethan now held the defeated man aloft by the neck and suspended him in midair. The man's eyes bulged as he gasped for breath and struggled in vain.

Despite his attempts to gather sunlight to cast another spell, he could not form the syllables necessary to complete the incantation. The red glow around his body flickered like a broken bulb but he was unable to muster his magic power or bloodline ability.

"Don't bother trying," Ethan said coolly. "You can't do anything to me. I will spare your life for now but if you ever show your face in this castle again, I might change my mind."

He then turned his attention to the library's onlookers, their expressions frozen in shock, and flashed a small apologetic smile at the commotion he had caused and how it had disturbed their practice.

Glancing at the open gate, he tightened his grip and then effortlessly tossed the man through the exit.

Like a projectile, the man was flung out of the library.