Death to Power
Copyright© 2025 by TheSmartOne
Chapter 56: Let’s seek chaos, shall we?
They say that when you love someone so deeply that it surpasses a certain threshold, you develop a kind of instinct for them.
Like how you suddenly feel bad for no reason—only to later find out that the person you love was going through something.
It’s the kind of thing most would scoff at. After all, it sounded unbelievable. But in a world of magic, where impossibility bends under the weight of will...
Maybe it’s not so crazy.
Because right now, there was a certain black-haired girl with deep red eyes standing in the middle of a destroyed training ground with an overwhelming urge to kill.
Daela Warborn.
Clad in her usual tight black training suit that clung to her athletic figure, Daela stood surrounded by chaos. The training field was in complete shambles— walls cracked, the ground scorched with sword marks, puppets mangled, their control cores shattered completely.
Nothing was left intact. Nothing.
But despite the destruction, Daela wasn’t satisfied.
‘What’s happening to me?’ she wondered, confused. She didn’t understand this sensation. This violent itch beneath her skin, this unbearable craving to cut something down.
To kill something. Anything.
It wasn’t new. No. Daela had always felt something similar—every time a woman got too close to her little brother, Kaden.
Pause.
She tilted her head slightly, her face blank and void of expression. Her red eyes glowed faintly with killing intent—but also ... with realization.
If she was right...
‘Kaden ... with a girl?’
It was the only explanation. The only thing that ever stirred this strong feeling of killing intent within her.
The moment that thought fully settled in her mind, her red aura began to surge. It wasn’t chaotic—it was focused, sharp, suffocating. If someone had been standing nearby, they might’ve dropped to their knees from the sheer pressure alone.
It was that strong.
Just then, a knock echoed.
The doors opened, and Sana stepped into the training ground.
One look at the wreckage—and Daela’s aura—and she knew.
‘Fuck. Not again.’ Sana cursed inwardly, her mind already running contingency plans.
“My lady—”
“Sana.”
Shudder—!
The sound of Daela’s voice made Sana instinctively flinch.
‘Yeah. It’s serious this time.’ she realized.
“Yes,” she said quickly, bowing her head.
Long silence.
Then Daela spoke again, still with her back turned.
“Sana ... I hope you managed to find Kaden.”
Sana swallowed and answered fast, “Yes! Our people tracked him he’s in the Empire.”
“Did they make contact?”
“No. Just like you instructed, we only observed from a distance.”
Daela paused.
“Was he close to someone?”
Her tone was calm. Too calm. It was the kind of cold that could make hell freeze over.
Sana hesitated. But hesitation was a death sentence with Daela, so—
“They ... they said the heiress of the Elamin was close to him.”
No sword strike came.
No explosion. No voice.
Just ... stillness.
But in Daela’s mind?
Chaos.
‘The Thornspire ... now The Elamin? Do they think my brother is some prize to be claimed?’
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