Chapter 925: The Purge [Pt 1]
In the heart of the fabled Midas Empire, a land steeped in opulence and grandeur, a breathtaking scene could be seen.
Bathed in golden sunlight, the city sprawled before the beholder, a testament to the extraordinary wealth and glory that permeated every aspect of its existence. From the luxurious residences that dotted the landscape to the towering edifices that reached towards the heavens, the Midas Empire emanated an aura of extravagance and splendor.
As one ventured through the streets, a symphony of sounds filled the air. The clinking of coins, the lively banter of merchants, and the gentle rustle of silken garments blended together harmoniously, creating an atmosphere of bustling prosperity. The aromas of exotic spices and rich perfumes wafted through the wind, tantalizing the senses and adding an alluring dimension to the cityscape.
Amidst the vibrant hustle and bustle, majestic buildings soared above, their architecture a testament to human ingenuity. Towers of marble and gold stretched towards the heavens, adorned with intricate carvings and delicate filigree. Gargantuan domes crowned palaces and temples, shimmering in the sunlight, reflecting the Midas Empire's reverence for beauty and magnificence.
But perhaps the greatest spectacle of all was the palace, a majestic structure that stood at the heart of the city, its grandeur unmatched by any other.
Gilded spires pierced the sky, catching the light in a mesmerizing dance, while the walls gleamed with elaborate mosaics depicting scenes of triumph, conquest, and prosperity. The grand entrance, adorned with intricately carved columns and statues of noble figures, welcomed visitors with a regal allure.
Once inside, a world of sheer luxury unfolded. Gilded halls stretched before the eye, lined with tapestries woven from threads of gold and silver.
Crystal chandeliers hung from lofty ceilings, casting a warm and radiant glow on the exquisitely polished marble floors below. The air was perfumed with the delicate fragrance of rare flowers, transported from distant lands to adorn the palace gardens.
Traversing the palace's labyrinthine corridors, one was bound to encounter opulent chambers filled with treasures beyond imagination.
Gems of every hue sparkled in golden settings, captivating the eye with their brilliance.
Priceless paintings adorned the walls, each stroke of the artist's brush a testament to the Midas Empire's love for art and refinement.
In the grand ballroom, chandeliers of dazzling crystals illuminated a dance floor of polished marble, inviting guests to partake in an endless symphony of merriment and revelry.
Beyond the palace, the city extended into the horizon, where pockets of lush greenery and tranquil waterways intermingled with the urban landscape.
Parks and gardens, meticulously manicured, provided a respite from the opulence, offering moments of serenity and communion with nature. Blossoming flowers perfumed the air, their vibrant colors harmonizing with the splendor of the city.
The Midas Empire was a realm where wealth flowed like a never-ending river, where beauty and grandeur were worshipped, and luxury was a way of life.
However...
>BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!<
A sudden loud explosion changed everything they were about to experience.
In one mighty blow from an unknown source, the barrier that protected this massive Empire crumbled—no, shattered like glass.
In no time at all, the citizens of this great nation were left completely bare and helpless.
They could only watch as the reapers descended from the sky in sheer horror and shock—a product of living their entire sheltered lives in the safe embrace of their nation.
"R-RUUUUUUUUNNNN!!!"
With powerless voices, like helpless chickens, they all zoomed off, distancing themselves from the source of the explosion and the two strangers who had descended upon their nation.
"Looks like the show is about to begin. How do you want to play this?" The male asked, his golden hair fluttering with the wind.
He looked just like a Midas, though the way his eyes glowed as he stared at the powerlessness of the people showed he was in no way affiliated with them.
"It'll be too slow if we just wait for attention, right? Let's destroy stuff and go to the Palace." The female responded.
Her red eyes glowed in obvious excitement. Her long black hair danced as well, though one of it obstructed her view.
"Fair enough. But first..." The male looked at the stampede before him.
"Let's quell the nuisance first."
With one snap of his fingers, he sent a wave of energy—strong enough to reach even the borders of the Empire.
t exactly that moment, all the worried citizens felt disconnected somewhat.
Their emotions were suppressed, and they were all forced to collapse to the ground.
Before long, they became unconscious.
"The collateral won't be getting in our way. Just be careful where you attack." The male shrugged once the task was done.
"Same to you. But seriously, your power is too much." She answered.
"It has a name, you know? It's called [The Absolute Emperor]."
And so, with smiles plastered on both their faces, Kuzon and Maya—now considered terrorists of the Midas Empire—leaped into the sky, setting off for their destination.
Their eyes told of something that could only be said to mean excitement.
They were really going to have fun; of course, while being dressed as the disciples of their great master.
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The Midas' Headquarters was in utter chaos.
"INTRUDERS ALERT!
The entire establishment devolved into anarchy.
"Two strangely dressed terrorists have intruded the Empire."
Dear and unease rested in their hearts, feelings they weren't accustomed to. It drove them crazy.
"Our automatic defenses are not working. They've already sent the citizens unconscious, and are now in the process of destroying property."
Helplessness began to creep in as well.
"They're making their way to the Royal Palace!"
A question squirmed in their hearts, waiting to get loose. It was something that plagued every human at least once, after all.
"A-are we going to die?!"
>BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!<
The entire building shook as a result of the explosion that was wrought in a distance.
It seemed even the defenses of their greatest stronghold had now been compromised.
The highest centralization of power in the world was now exposed to the likes of merely two terrorists.
However...
"Kekekeke!"
"Those fools..."
"They really do not know anything!"
... The terrorists were clearly too naive.
Why? Why would these people, who were supposed to be at the brink of death, and were supposed to be trembling with fear, be looking happy and expectant?
It all stemmed from one thing.
"They've stepped right into the lion's den!"
"Do they really think they can get away with it now?"
"They've missed their chance to retreat!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Cackles filled the air, allowing the people within to escape the crippling fear that paralyzed them moments earlier.
Their mindset became one.
'Now that they're in the Royal's territory, ifs over for them!'
And so...
"Let's all try to—"
>BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!<
In a flash, before any of them could even react, the entire HQ floor was consumed in immensely deadly heat.
Enough to disintegrate the walls and vaporize the ceilings
Of course, the people there were no exception. Each and every one of them died within a moment.
At the very least, one could say they perished in their ignorant relief. Perhaps one could call it a good thing.
... Or not.