Chapter 13
In the Dynasty
Karala stepped back as though slapped.
"No..."
Ayato looked unspeakably smug. The proverbial cat who's got the cream look.
"Oh, I'm afraid so. His mind was very easy to overcome. There's a small part of it that I can't control, but that will change very soon."
He paused to look at her. She'd gone white as a sheet.
"You see, the only way I can bring him under my full control is to cause him an excruciating amount of emotional pain."
Karala's mouth went dry. "What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to make him kill you."
Karala didn't even blink. "You know, death threats get a little boring when you've heard them as often as I have."
"I wouldn't bother with the smart comments. You really are quite naive when you want to be, aren't you? He'll kill you, along with all of your friends who are at this moment trying to break down the Dynasty's defenses. I'll let them in in a moment, they'll find their way here, and I'll have Wildfire kill you all."
"And you really think Ryo could take on all of the armours at once, on his own?"
"Of course not. He won't have to fight Hardrock, Halo, Torrent and Strata. I imagine you know about the armour of Inferno? All he has to do is absorb them. I've found a way to overcome the need for them to give him their armours. He can know take them whenever he wants. Or rather, whenever I want."
The door burst open behind them, and the rest of the Warriors and Warlords tumbled through. Kayura held something out to Karala. Her armour crystal.
Ayato laughed. "And so it ends. You've been worthy opponents, all of you. I'll almost be sorry to see you die."
He closed his eyes for a second. A door slid open on his left. Ryo came through. Not the Ryo they knew, though.
His armour had turned a darker red, and all the white was replaced with black. But the thing that caught Kal's attention was his eyes. They'd gone black, with no pupils, no white, just black.
Ayato continued. "I hope you liked dying, Anubis. You're about to do it again."
Everyone took fighting stance.
"What's the point of fighting a battle you know you're going to lose? Why bother?" Ayato taunted them.
"Because we must." Karala replied, her voice barely more than a whisper.
"Fine." Ayato closed his eyes again, obviously giving an order to Ry... No, not Ryo. To Wildfire. To the son of dark. Not Ryo.
Wildfire moved forward, drawing his katanas. Karala transformed quickly. She watched Ryo move towards them. 'God, if you're up there, I could really use some help around now!'
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Another disgracefully short chapter. Extremely sorry.
Carline