"Where's your satchel, Ryn?" Rowan asked as they headed towards the injured r king.
"I don't know. They took it away from when I was imprisoned. Maybe I should ask the king."
"You'll have better luck questioning his attendants."
The duo found the king being tended to by a r who was himself in a similarly wounded state. Both had large swathes of their skin ripped off by the force of water. The attack had also inflicted deep cuts that kept bleeding out like a leaking faucet.
"Who are you, really?" The r king asked the mage. He sounded weary, resigned to his defeat.
"Honestly, I don't know myself. What I do know is that I'm now the new king of Silisia." Syryn leisurely reached out to pluck the crown right off the r's head. "I'll be taking this, thank you very much."
Syryn placed the crown on his head though its circumference exceeded the dinsions of his head. The gold crown slipped down over the mage's forehead.
"I appoint your son, Drevin, as the proxy king of Silisia while I am away," Syryn inford him. "And as for you, I think the sirens would appreciate my efforts when I hand you over to them."
"No!" The r king growled. "I would rather die here than beco a servant to the-"
"Then kill yourself."
Syryn's heavy-lidded eyes gazed at the r king without warmth.
"Execute yourself with your trident."
The r king's hand was tight around his weapon. His pride had been crushed and he was forced to relinquish his crown to the monster that he himself had imprisoned in Silisia. He had thought the human weak and soft. The r rued the day he had allowed Syryn to be brought to his kingdom.
"The saviour of Silisia... How are you the saviour?!" The r bellowed in rage. "My n are lying bathed in their own blood. Is that what a saviour does?!"
Rowan was confused by the r's words because he hadn't heard of the prophecy.
Syryn removed the crown from his head and examined the turquoise coloured gems on it as he answered the deposed king.
"This is karmic retribution for murdering the oracle. Did you think that you would face no consequences for your actions? I am the saviour of Silisia. I've saved this place from a foolish king. And did you know? This kingdom was scheduled for complete annihilation by the leviathan. But now that I'm here, the crisis has been averted."
How did Syryn know? The sage had told him. His spiritual control over the leviathan had been waning after the sage's death. With Syryn taking the reins, their bond with Levia was being nded. It would only solidify and strengthen more with ti.
"How do you know that?!" The deposed king asked.
"I'll tell the answer as you breathe your last breaths. Co to think of it, I don't even know your na. But I suppose it doesn't matter."
Syryn crouched beside the r. He touched the r king's wrist, eliciting a negative reaction from the r. He seed almost fearful.
The mage wrapped his fingers around the king's wrist and guided his hand upwards till the trident was directly pointed at the r's throat.
"It's your decision," Syryn softly told him. "Let it not be said that I forced the forr king of Silisia to commit suicide."
Rowan felt sorry for the predicant that the r king had fallen into. He wasn't sorry enough to rescue him but he could sympathise with having to choose between two terrible evils.
"You're a demon," he spat at Syryn, unaware of how right he was.
"I know," Syryn replied. He let go of the r's wrist and stood back up. "Hurry up and die."
The light dimd in the r's eyes. He had decided how he was going to die. The r closed his eyes and gathered strength for what he was about to do. Then with a great roar, he lunged at Rowan, expecting the man to kill him like he had the others when the guard had attacked Syryn.
The anti mage evaded the r's attack with ease. He had understood the intentions of the r and acted accordingly.
"You should have attacked ," Syryn told the rman. "Maybe then Rowan would have fulfilled your wish."
Bloodied as he was, the r rose to his full length. "You'll have to kill before I allow myself to be handed over as a slave to the sirens!"
Syryn thought about the man on the island who was looking for him. The r was really wasting his ti. Refusing to kill himself and refusing to beco a slave, who did he think he was?
"Levia, show yourself," Syryn loudly called out towards where he knew the leviathan was buried.
A terrifying but cute head popped out of the sand and she ca swimming towards Syryn like lightning.
The rs who saw her recoiled in horror. Small as she was, it was clear as day that she was the monster that had damaged Silisia.
"I have sowhere to be," he told Levia. "Follow this r and make sure he doesn't leave Silisia. I'll inform the sirens so they can co to pick him up in a few days."
With the threat of a Leviathan guarding the kingdom, he knew that the sirens would not have the guts to attack Silisia even if they were inford of its current defenceless state.
"Levia, be good while I'm gone. And you," Syryn eyed the helpless king. "You'll never escape her, you know that, don't you?"
The r was filled with anger but with no way to vent it. His fury showed in his silent unfiltered glare.
"You have a few days to take action. Have a nice ti with Levia."
Saying so, Syryn turned around and looked for an attendant when he spotted a siren watching him from a distance. Smiling, Syryn headed towards Enkansh.. The siren could help him find his missing satchel.
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