1 At the top of that small hill. (1/2)
It was a small hill, one could find a hill like this anywhere in the world. But almost all of the most powerful people in the world were currently gathered around this small hill. The hill was surrounded by a large number of people, each one had a name that shook the entire world. But they all faced the people who stood at the top of the hill with trepidation clear in their eyes.
At the top of the hill stood two people, a man and a woman. The two of them were currently holding hands, looking at the small army of people that had surrounded them. They only glanced at the small army for a short moment before they turned to face each other, completely ignoring everyone else.
The man was clad in a violet robe. He had eyebrows that were sharp like swords, long azure hair that was made up into a ponytail and hung down to his waist, his deep black eyes seemed like bottomless holes, sucking in the souls of anyone who looked into them for too long. In his right hand he held a golden longsword that was covered in blood.
He had an elegant and tyrannical aura, golden arcs of lightning were coiling around his body. His violet robe was tattered and torn, a large amount of injuries and blood visible on his body, his breathing was very rushed and weak.
The woman wasclad in an azure robe. She had graceful features that made her seem like a delicate flower, long silvery white hair that hung freely down to her waist. She had a pair of clear emerald green eyes that held an intoxicating flavour, capable of bewitching anyone who met her eyes.
Her aura was much more delicate and graceful. But the purple smoke radiating from her body was constantly corroding the earth around her, letting others know that she was not a flower that was easily plucked. She was in a similar state as the man, covered in blood and wounds, her breath weak and shallow.
The sky was covered in black clouds, furious bolts of lightning flashing across the sky and lighting up the world. The earth was covered in corpses, blood flowing like a river, turning the land into a land of death where no life could grow. The heavy rain washed away the blood and drowned out nearly all sounds. The heavy rain made it seem like the heavens themselves were crying, the black clouds trying to prevent the heavens from seeing the unfolding tragedy.
”Thunder Monarch! It did not have to end like this! If you had just handed over the Poison Empress, this could have all been prevented! So many people didn't have to die for something so small! Why do you have to be so obstinate?!”
A bald man standing at the forefront of the small army shouted towards the two people at the top of the hill. He looked at the sea of blood that surrounded the small hill, his heart twisting in pain. He had called many of these people brothers, he had even called the Thunder Monarch a brother at some point.
”HAHAHA. Jing Yimu, have you ever heard of a monarch that has handed over his empress to someone else. You are right, it did not have to end like this. But it has! And even if I was given the chance to go back and change my answer, I would not! A thousand times I would reject your offer, a thousand times I would kill everyone who tried to take her!”
The man standing at the top of the hill broke out into a loud laughter after hearing the words the bald man spoke. His lips curled into a mocking smile as he looked down at the bald man, loudly proclaiming his stance. He would never let go of the hand he was holding, no matter how many times he was asked, no matter how bad the final outcome would be.
”Since that is how you feel, then there is nothing we can do. I wish you a good rest Thunder Monarch, being able to have known you is something I can take pride in!”