My Vampire Harem Will Dominate Everything-Chapter 436: Battle Of All Courts

Ezra floated high above the battlefield, a lone sovereign overlooking a storm of his own making.

Below him, chaos reigned.

The once-great Daydream Court and the Elder Council tore each other apart with blind savagery, their sophistication and civility crumbling into pure instinct and survival.

Light clashed against blood, fire against darkness, screams ripping through the walls of the Ark.

Ezra's golden eyes, flecked with black from the depth of his Authority, narrowed in silent judgment.

And then, Priya fell.

In a desperate, furious final attack, she unleashed a devastating surge of magnetic energy, collapsing a corner of the Ark's dome. Two Elders who had been caught within her gravitational death spiral were crushed into paste with her.

Ezra exhaled once, calmly.

Then he reached deeper into the weave.

He found the threads that marked the Eighth Ring vampires, those rare few who still stood proudly among the carnage, and he pulled.

The threads snapped.

Across the battlefield, those who had once held the Eighth Ring screamed in shock as their power collapsed, reducing them instantly to the Seventh Ring. Their bodies weakened, their relics dimmed, and their Aura sputtered.

Romanus snarled as he noticed it, Omnia feeding him all the information he needed to know.

The prince tore away from the battle and rocketed upward, his body blurring with distorted shadows and dark light.

He shot toward Ezra like a comet.

Spheres of gravitational distortion formed around Romanus's hands, dark orbs that tore the very fabric of space around them. He hurled them at Ezra with savage desperation.

Ezra moved contemptuously.

He dipped and weaved through the attack, his body wreathed in darkness and golden threads of the weave itself. The orbs exploded harmlessly behind him, distorting the air.

Romanus screamed at him as he fought.

"Why, Ezra?!" Romanus bellowed. "We could have ruled together! I warned you! I helped you at Rivermount! We were allies!"

Ezra's lips curled into a humorless smile as he formed a massive gauntlet of darkness around his right hand.

He batted aside one of Romanus's orbs like a toy, sending it spinning into the battlefield below, where it collided with an Elder and tore him apart.

Ezra surged forward in a streak of darkness, closing the distance between them in an instant.

"We were never allies." Ezra said coldly.

Before Romanus could move, he plunged his clawed hand straight through the vampire's chest, ripping into his beating heart. Romanus gasped, mouth open in shock, trying to say something unsuccessfully.

Ezra watched him die.

As Romanus's soul was torn free from the mortal coil, Ezra absorbed every drop of vitality that had once been his into himself, feeling the ocean rush through his veins.

He dropped Romanus's limp body without a second thought.

But even as Romanus fell, Ezra moved.

He blurred through the air, but not fast enough.

The attack struck.

Arthur's Aether-born light, mixed with Elder Fortuna's searing cleansing fire, hit Ezra squarely.

His body melted away in an instant, flesh, bone, and darkness dissolving into ash.

Only his consciousness remained.

Suspended in the weave, Ezra watched his own annihilation with detached calm. His soul burned brightly, refusing to flicker.

And then, his soul rebelled.

His Eternal power, Defiance, surged forth.

"No." Ezra whispered, even without lips to speak it.

From the ruins of his body, strands of golden vitality coiled, stitched, and rebuilt. His skeleton formed first, wrapped in blackened muscle and corded flesh.

In the space of a heartbeat, Ezra was reborn, floating midair, his coat rippling back into existence around him.

He opened his golden eyes and smiled.

Arthur and Fortuna stared at him, mouths agape.

"H-How?!" Fortuna stammered, retreating a step in open terror.

Ezra's voice was calm, yet it carried across the hall like a decree of judgment.

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"Because it is my right as King."

And then he attacked.

He blurred toward Fortuna first.

She screamed, conjuring a wall of searing white fire.

Ezra punched straight through it, his body wrapped in a cocoon of darkness. He emerged on the other side, unharmed, and reached towards Fortuna, who was mid-dodge.

Arthur, gathering his power, unleashed a blinding pillar of light toward Ezra's exposed side.

Ezra didn't dodge.

His hand closed around her arm, and with a wrenching twist, he tore it off at the shoulder.

Blood sprayed into the air.

An instant later, Arthur's attack slammed into him, the light burning through his chest, melting flesh and snapping bone.

Ezra's wings of darkness beat, and he surged to the side. A second later, his chest popped back into place, eating up his vitality.

Then, he blurred towards Arthur.

Arthur stretched a hand forward, a translucent shield of light appearing right in front of him.

Ezra pulled back his fist, and a massive fist of darkness materialized in front of him, larger than a car.

Then, he punched forward.

The fist collided with Arthur's shield, and shattered it like glass.

Arthur was sent flying, his body digging furrows into the ground.

Fortuna blurred towards Ezra with a snarl on her face, her one hand stretched forward, shooting a massive pillar of flames.

Ezra chuckled.

Wreathing himself in darkness, he shot through the fire and slammed his hand through her chest, obliterating her heart.

Fortuna gasped once, then collapsed, dead.

Ezra pivoted back to Arthur.

Arthur, desperate now, wreathed himself in light, his body glowing with the full might of Aether.

But Ezra smiled coldly.

He reached into the weave and severed Arthur's soul connection to his relic.

The light winked out.

Arthur stumbled, his hands trembling. "What did you do?" He gasped.

Ezra said nothing.

He blurred forward, brushed aside Arthur's weak, panicked attacks, and plunged his hand into the prince's chest.

He ripped Arthur's heart free.

Arthur's face froze in shock, then he crumpled in death.

Ezra dropped the heart and turned back toward the rest of the vampires.

The battle was over, and all that remained was a single person.

Ola.

She knelt in a pool of blood, her arms mangled and her body broken.

She lifted her head weakly, blood dribbling from her mouth.

"Mercy." She choked.

Ezra didn't blink.

He extended one hand.

And with a burst of darkness, he ended her.

The Ark fell silent.

Ezra stood alone, surrounded by the bodies of the Daydream Court and the Vampire Society council of Elders.

He was the last one standing.

He was the King.

All that was left was to unlock the Progenitor's palace.