Intimately familiar bursts of power caught my attention through it all, then Evira, Winter, and Zayn were right beside me looking on awed.
Zayn rubbed my arm excitedly.
It was indeed something to be deeply awed about.
It was truly incredible.
I swallowed thickly, not wishing to show emotion on the battlefield, yet most definitely feeling it so very intensely.
Norla let out one of her reverberating hums, her royal call that demanded silence. A hum that the longer it went on would intensify and cause significant pain to all Basilisks within range.
However, this time, silence didn’t descend.
Instead, a collective chant drowned her out, one that had me awed once more.
Especially as every Basilisk standing with me slammed their fists to their chests.
“Vaxan! Vaxan! Vaxan!”
“Incredible,” Evira breathed.
Winter was grinning at me.
And Zayn squeezed my hand, eyes wide with utter amazement.
As Norla and her assassins took staggering steps back as the chanting continued, actually even growing more ferocious and determined, I strode into the fray.
Spinning my daggers, I came to a stop just three feet from her.
The chanting ceased the moment I raised my hand for a mere second.
A reverent quiet fell over the battlefield.
Norla tried to glare out at me, but I saw it wavering.
She finally recognized it now.
It was done.
“Kneel,” I rumbled.
I felt the tension ramp up, my loves, and all my supporters at the ready.
“Honor the will of the people,” I spoke. “Recognize your new Sovereign.”
A cry of rage tore from her throat, which was met with collective hissing from those with me.
And then it happened.
She lowered herself to her knees.
The moment she bowed her head, cheers, applause, and whistles rang out, filling the entire area.
Before I could even begin to reconcile how to settle into it all, a burst of green magic had me spinning to my right just as Ryker Morgan materialized.
And he wasn’t alone.
Within seconds, dozens of Guardian Movement members arrived on scene also.
