Accidental Ascendance



In the tense atmosphere of the Thorne room, Na'mer's gaze locked onto Reia's, his guard still up despite the brief respite. Reia's voice cut through the silence, a mix of curiosity and defiance lacing her words. "What would you like to tell me, assassin?"

Na'mer's lips curved into a small, sardonic smile. He was a man of few words, but he understood the power of information in situations like these. "Ask your questions, and I might oblige," he replied, his tone a mixture of casualness and intrigue.

Reia's expression remained steely, her focus unwavering. "What's the point of this attack? What are you aiming to achieve by assaulting the capital?" Her words held an undercurrent of authority, a demand for answers that she fully expected him to provide.

Na'mer didn't hesitate. He knew the importance of clarity in their exchange. "We're here to eliminate the kingdom's strongest mages," he began, his tone steady and matter-of-fact. "But, more importantly, our objective is to ensure the demise of the king himself."

Reia's eyes narrowed slightly, her mind racing as she processed his words. Her inner thoughts mirrored her understanding. "Of course, the king. His presence is the linchpin that prevents Fest from bringing substantial forces through Heavens Rift. It's not just his individual power; it's the strategy and influence he wields in this war. His fall would undoubtedly shatter the morale of our nation."

She couldn't help but admire the assassin's tactics, the meticulous planning that aimed to destabilize the very heart of their resistance. The king's influence was a beacon of strength that held their nation together, and Fest was aiming to extinguish it.

Reia's gaze remained unyielding as she met Na'mer's eyes once more. She allowed a small smile to touch her lips, a mixture of appreciation and determination. "Thank you for sharing, assassin. Now, I believe it's time for us to conclude this."

Na'mer nodded, his chest heaving slightly as he finally regained his breath. He respected Reia's straightforwardness, the directness with which she faced their impending clash. "Agreed," he replied, his voice carrying an undertone of readiness.

For a moment, the room seemed to hold its breath, the anticipation palpable. Na'mer's mind was focused, his strategy forming as he analyzed his opponent. He had one last trick up his sleeve, a gambit that he hoped would turn the tide in his favor.

And then, just as if to acknowledge the shared understanding between them, Reia's voice cut through the silence again. "Let's finish this," she stated, her tone a mix of finality and resolve.

Na'mer nodded back, his expression composed. His breath steadied as he met Reia's gaze one final time before replying, "Agreed. It's about time I brought this assassination to its conclusion."

The Thorne room seemed to shrink, the space narrowing as the two adversaries prepared to clash one final time.

The Thorne room crackled with tension as Na'mer's form shifted before Reia's eyes. His muscles compressed to their absolute limits, his body bulging with unnatural power. Like a tightly coiled spring, he became a force of kinetic energy, ready to unleash a barrage of attacks. Without a moment's hesitation, he launched himself forward, his speed breathtaking as he became a bullet ricocheting off the walls, closing the distance between them in a blur of motion.

Reia's reflexes kicked in, her training taking over as she met Na'mer's assault head-on. Her movements were fluid, a dance of evasion and defense as she blocked and dodged his lightning-fast strikes. Each impact reverberated through the room, the force of their clash sending shockwaves that shook the very foundations of the Thorne room.

Metal met metal, the clash of their weapons ringing out like a symphony of battle. Reia's blade moved with precision, her focus unyielding as she parried Na'mer's relentless attacks. His strikes were powerful, each blow carrying the weight of his compressed form, but Reia's skill was unmatched, and she held her ground with an unwavering determination.

The room became a battleground of raw strength and strategy, their movements a blur as they danced through the deadly exchange. Na'mer's attacks were relentless, his speed and power testing Reia's limits. She countered with finesse, her blade a seamless extension of herself, a weapon wielded with mastery honed through years of combat.

As the battle raged on, Reia's mind worked in tandem with her body, analyzing Na'mer's tactics, seeking openings in his onslaught. She could see the strategy in his approach—a calculated attempt to overwhelm her, to exploit any weakness she might show. But Reia was no novice; she was a seasoned warrior, a fighter who had faced countless opponents and emerged victorious.

With every clash, every parry and strike, Na'mer's frustration became palpable. He was skilled, but Reia's mastery was undeniable, her defenses impenetrable, her counterattacks relentless. His initial confidence began to waver as the fight dragged on, his energy reserves depleting faster than he had anticipated.

And then, as the battle reached its crescendo, a moment of realization struck Reia. Despite her opponent's formidable tactics, she had managed to gain the upper hand. Na'mer's movements were growing sluggish, his attacks losing their edge. She could see the strain in his eyes, the cracks forming in his façade of unyielding determination.

But just as victory seemed within her grasp, a sudden wave of weakness washed over Reia. Her limbs felt heavy, her movements sluggish. Panic gripped her as she realized what was happening—the poison. It had been steadily taking its toll, and now its paralyzing effects were coursing through her veins.

She tried to move, to react, but her body betrayed her. Na'mer's grin widened, his triumph evident as he capitalized on her vulnerability. His attacks, once hesitant, now became brutal and unrelenting. Each blow struck with precision, his strikes aimed to incapacitate her further.

Reia's mind raced, her thoughts a chaotic whirl as she fought against the encroaching paralysis. She tried to focus, to muster her strength, but her body refused to respond. Na'mer's attacks grew more potent, his strikes landing with accuracy that spoke of his mastery.

As the battle continued, Na'mer's laughter echoed through the room, a mocking soundtrack to Reia's struggles. He had played his cards well, exploiting her weakness and using it against her. Reia's vision blurred, her body growing numb, and she knew that time was running out.

In the midst of her fading consciousness, Reia mustered a final surge of willpower. She fought against the paralysis, against the poison's grip on her body. But it was a losing battle, her efforts too little, too late.

And then, as her vision dimmed and her body slumped, Na'mer's triumphant voice cut through the haze. "It seems victory is mine," he declared, his tone laced with arrogance and satisfaction. In that moment, Reia's world went black, her consciousness slipping away into the abyss.