Evolution begins with an ant colony-Chapter 334 An Unseen Force

Silence fell over the arena as Akun, with a powerful surge of purple mana, rose from his seat. His voice, heavy with restrained fury, boomed across a telepathic link directly into Kaldarix's mind, "Kaldarix, Stand down this instant!"

Kaldarix, momentarily shocked, turned his head around, searching for the source of the voice that echoed within his very thoughts. His gaze landed on Akun, and a flicker of recognition sparked in his golden eyes. Flashes of fragmented memories – a simpler time, a life lived as Kaldarix without his memories – flooded his consciousness.

He remembered Akun. The one who had resurrected him, who had shaped his consciousness and guided him in his early years. A deep respect, a bond similar to father and son, surged through him. But feeling all that he felt from those memories, and his memories as the dragon monarch, he couldn't help but question:

"A man I can call father," he thought, his voice echoing internally, "is he truly worthy?"

Lost in this internal struggle, Akun's voice, amplified by raw power, echoed through the telepathic link once more. His purple mana surged outwards, a clear manifestation of his fury. "Kaldarix, are you defying my orders? I explicitly commanded you to stand down! That's enough!"

The sheer force and authority in Akun's voice sent a shockwave through Kaldarix's body. His knees gave out, slamming into the arena floor with a massive thud that created a miniature crater where they landed. Unable to muster the strength to stand up, he found himself kneeling on the arena floor.

Confusion clouded Kaldarix's mind. "What... what is this pressure?" He mumbled, his words barely audible. He instinctively activated his dragon eyes, hoping to see Akun's status window and gain some understanding. However, a searing pain erupted in his eyes, and darkness engulfed his vision. He screamed, a primal cry of agony echoing through the arena.

The sudden change in the situation caused fear to ripple through the audience where Tatilia, Mellin, Genreia, and Azara sat. Akun's voice, filled with raging anger, echoed in their minds. Fear consumed them, and a collective thought emerged:

"Why does Master... sound so angry?"

They looked back and forth between Akun, whose intense aura resembled a brewing storm, and Kaldarix, the formidable dragon lord, now kneeling before him in a show of complete dominance. The sudden shift in the situation left them speechless and anxious.

A collective sigh of relief rippled through the crowd. While the specifics remained a mystery, the undeniable truth was that Kaldarix, the seemingly unstoppable dragon monarch, was now subdued. Whispers broke out, speculating on the unseen power that had brought the mighty dragon to his knees.

King Nevi Von Valistine, however, saw a clearer picture. His keen eyes, honed by years of political maneuvering, focused on Akun, the unassuming figure in the audience. A slow smile played on the King's lips. "Things are getting interesting," he murmured to himself, a flicker of intrigue igniting in his gaze.

Meanwhile, Akun flicked his fingers nonchalantly. A slender tendril of his purple mana, invisible to the human eye, arced outwards. Moving with lightning speed, it reached Kaldarix and In an instant, the effects of his transformation were nullified.

The massive golden hammer hanging ominously above the arena dissolved into shimmering particles of light, the golden scales vanished from Kaldarix's body, and the glowing chains binding Aric crumbled to dust.

Freed from his restraints, Aric rose to his feet, a satisfied smirk gracing his face. He raised a hand in a theatrical gesture of surrender. "I concede defeat," he said, his voice ringing out through the arena. Experience more on novelbuddy

The mages flanking Kaldarix, shocked by the sudden turn of events, exchanged confused glances. Their carefully planned intervention had been rendered utterly useless before it even began. Unsure of how to proceed, they stood frozen, their faces etched with confusion.

But that was not the only thing that confused them, the golden chains that once held Aric captive had vanished, leaving only scattered dust particles behind on the stage.

"What sorcery is this?" one of the mages hissed, his voice tight with frustration.

Whispers filled the air as the audience reacted to the unexpected turn of events. The disappearance of the massive golden hammer and the sudden change in Kaldarix's appearance left everyone bewildered.

Once a powerful dragon monarch, Kaldarix now knelt before them, transformed into a confused young man. His golden scales and aura of power were gone, replaced by questions and uncertainty.

"How did that happen?" a woman gasped, her voice barely audible above the rising murmur.

"Did the hammer just… vanish?" another exclaimed, eyes wide with disbelief.

Professor Eldrin, seated in the VIP section, found himself at the center of a flurry of questions. His apprentice, Lila, leaned in urgently, her voice trembling with excitement. "Professor! What just happened? Where did the hammer go? And why does Kaldarix look so… normal again?"

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Eldrin, his brow furrowed in deep concentration, studied the scene below. "I cannot be entirely certain, my dear Lila," he admitted, his voice laced with awe, "but it appears that someone… or something… intervened with powerful nullification magic."

A gasp escaped Lila's lips. Nullification magic was a revered but rarely witnessed art. The ability to completely negate another mage's spell was a delicate and complex practice, requiring immense magical control.

"Nullification magic? But who could be that powerful?" Lila whispered, her gaze darting around the audience in search of the unseen mage.

Eldrin shook his head slowly. "There's only one person I can think of who might possess such an ability," he muttered, his eyes fixed on the unassuming figure of Akun in the crowd. "But even then, such a feat seems… improbable."

Whispers echoed through the arena, directed at Akun. Despite his composed facade, people sensed something had happened. His abrupt stand and the faint surge of purple mana didn't escape the notice of the keenest observers. It hinted at Akun's hidden strength, weaving a mysterious tale of his true power.

Just then, a booming voice echoed through the arena entrance. "What in blazes is going on here? I was told there was chaos to be subdued!" Sir Cedric Ironheart, the captain of the Royal Knights, strode purposefully into the arena, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

He scanned the scene, expecting to find a battlefield of destruction. Instead, he was met with an unsettling silence and a crowd staring at him with a mixture of amusement and bewilderment.