The Extra's Rise-Chapter 810: Necrotic Sovereign (1)

The temperature in the dining hall seemed to plummet as my words hung in the air like a blade waiting to fall. Valen’s wine glass froze halfway to his lips, his grey eyes sharpening with the kind of dangerous intensity that had made him the most feared ruler on the continent. Beside him, Camila’s face went pale, her diplomatic composure cracking under the weight of implications that struck at the heart of their most carefully guarded secret.

"You know nothing about Rin," Valen said with quiet menace that made the enchanted chandeliers flicker overhead. "Nothing at all."

I felt Stella tense beside me, her enhanced senses picking up on the sudden shift in the room’s atmosphere even if she didn’t understand the full context. Without thinking, I reached over and gently covered her ears, my enhanced reflexes moving faster than conscious thought as I sensed the conversation about to take a much darker turn.

"I know more than you think," I replied evenly, maintaining eye contact with Valen despite the waves of barely controlled power radiating from his position. "I know what’s been growing inside her. I know why the seals are failing."

Valen’s eyes suddenly snapped to Jin, realization dawning across his features like a dark storm. His expression shifted from surprise to something approaching betrayal as he processed who could have possibly revealed such closely guarded information.

"Jin," he said with dangerous quiet, his voice carrying the weight of absolute authority and paternal disappointment. "You told him."

Jin’s face went pale, his diplomatic composure cracking under the sudden weight of his father’s accusatory stare. "Father, I—"

"You told him about your sister," Valen continued with mounting fury, his power beginning to fluctuate in response to the emotional betrayal. "About the seals. About dangers that could destroy our entire kingdom if they became public knowledge."

"Seals?" Jin’s voice carried genuine confusion, his diplomatic training clearly struggling to process information that his parents had never shared with him.

Valen’s jaw tightened dangerously, his warrior’s instincts clearly recognizing the threat that came from having carefully maintained secrets exposed in front of witnesses. "This conversation is over."

"No," I said firmly, my own power beginning to respond to the growing tension in the room. "It’s just beginning. Rin is your daughter, and she’s in danger. I can help her."

"Help her?" Valen’s laugh held no humor whatsoever, the sound carrying years of desperate frustration and impossible choices. "You think you can help her? You have no idea what we’re dealing with, boy. No conception of the forces involved or the risks we face every single day."

The formal dining atmosphere had completely evaporated, replaced by the kind of charged tension that preceded either breakthrough understanding or devastating conflict. Kali’s hand had moved instinctively toward her weapon, while Jin looked between his parents and me with growing alarm at revelations that were clearly reshaping his understanding of his family’s situation.

"Then explain it to me," I said with genuine request for information. "Help me understand what you’ve been dealing with."

"Understand?" Valen’s voice rose slightly, his careful royal composure beginning to fray under emotional pressure that had been building for years. "You want to understand? My daughter—my seventeen-year-old daughter—has been sealed beneath this palace for the past three years because the power growing inside her threatens to tear reality apart if it’s ever released."

Camila flinched at the brutal honesty, tears beginning to gather in her eyes as her husband voiced truths they had never spoken aloud in front of others.

"Every day, those seals weaken," Valen continued with mounting intensity. "Every day, she grows stronger, and every day, I have to face the possibility that tomorrow might be the day she breaks free and accidentally destroys everyone I’ve sworn to protect."

His grey eyes fixed on Stella, whose ears I was still protectively covering, and his expression grew even more grimly determined.

"Tell me, Arthur," he said with dangerous quiet, "if it was your daughter sitting there—if Stella carried power that could kill millions of innocent people through no fault of her own—would you trust some stranger who claimed he could fix everything? Would you risk her life and the lives of everyone else on promises from someone who doesn’t truly understand the situation?"

The parallel hit like a physical blow, forcing me to confront the full weight of what Valen had been carrying. Looking at Stella’s concerned face, I tried to imagine making the kinds of impossible choices that had defined Valen’s existence for the past several years.

But even as I processed his perspective, Luna’s voice cut through my thoughts with urgent warning.

’Arthur,’ she said with sharp concern that made my enhanced senses snap to immediate alertness, ’something’s wrong with his mana flow. The patterns are becoming increasingly erratic—he’s showing signs of deviation.’

Mana deviation. The dangerous condition that could occur when a mage’s emotional state became so unstable that it began affecting their magical control on a fundamental level. In someone of Valen’s power level, such a breakdown could have catastrophic consequences for everyone in the immediate vicinity.

’How severe?’ I asked through our mental link while maintaining outward focus on the increasingly volatile conversation.

’Escalating rapidly,’ Luna replied with growing alarm. ’His power is responding to his emotional state instead of his conscious will.’

The realization added a new dimension of urgency to an already critical situation. Valen wasn’t just emotionally compromised—he was becoming magically unstable in ways that threatened everyone present.

"I understand your position," I said carefully, lowering my voice in an attempt to defuse some of the building tension. "But I’ve seen what Rin is dealing with. I know the specific type of corruption that’s affecting her, and I have techniques that can address it safely." 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"Safely?" Valen’s voice cracked like a whip, his power flaring in response to emotions that were clearly spiraling beyond his control. "There is nothing safe about Rin’s condition. Nothing safe about power that grows exponentially without limit. Nothing safe about a seventeen-year-old girl who could reshape continents if she ever lost control."

"Which is exactly why she needs help," I pressed, sensing that this might be my last chance to reach him before the situation deteriorated completely. "Containing power like that indefinitely isn’t sustainable. Eventually, those seals will fail whether we act or not."

"And when they do," Valen said with brutal finality that spoke to years of planning for the worst-case scenario, "I will do what must be done to protect my people. Even if it means..."

He couldn’t finish the sentence, but everyone present understood what he meant. The King of the Western Continent had already mentally prepared himself to kill his own daughter if necessary to prevent a catastrophe that could devastate millions of innocent lives.

"There’s another way," I said with absolute conviction, my own power beginning to respond to the increasingly unstable magical environment. "I’ve developed techniques specifically designed to handle corruption at this level. I can save her without putting anyone else at risk."

"Techniques you learned fighting demons," Valen said with dismissive contempt that cut through any remaining diplomatic pretense. "Combat experience against entities that bear no resemblance to what we’re dealing with here."

"Experience that taught me how to purify corruption that goes deeper than conventional healing can reach," I countered, my voice hardening as I realized that rational argument was rapidly becoming impossible.

Through our mental link, Luna’s warnings grew more urgent. ’His deviation is accelerating. The emotional trauma of discussing his daughter is overwhelming his magical control. Arthur, if he loses containment completely...’

I could feel it too now—the way Valen’s power was beginning to fluctuate wildly, responding to psychological pressure instead of conscious direction. The man who had built his reputation on absolute self-control was approaching a breakdown that could level the entire palace.

"You know nothing about what we’ve tried," Valen snarled, his composure finally cracking completely as years of suppressed desperation and fury boiled over. "Nothing about the specialists we’ve consulted, the techniques we’ve attempted, the sacrifices we’ve made trying to find alternatives."

"Then let me show you something new," I said desperately, my enhanced senses picking up dangerous fluctuations in the magical field surrounding us. "Let me prove that there are options you haven’t considered."

"Options?" Valen’s laugh held the edge of hysteria, his power now openly crackling around him like barely contained lightning. "The only option that matters is protecting the people who depend on me. Jin, his future, the millions of subjects who trust me to keep them safe from threats they can’t even imagine."

His grey eyes blazed with the kind of fanatic intensity that spoke to a man who had been pushed far beyond his emotional limits.

"You have no right," he said with deadly quiet that somehow carried more menace than shouting would have. "No right to come into my kingdom, into my home, and tell me how to handle my family’s tragedy. No right to second-guess decisions you could never understand. No right to offer false hope about problems that have no solutions."

The magical pressure in the room reached critical levels as Valen’s power responded to his emotional state without any conscious control. Plates began to rattle on the table, while the enchanted lighting flickered erratically in response to the chaotic energy building around us.

"And no right," Valen finished with absolute hostility that marked the end of any possibility for diplomatic resolution, "to threaten everything I’ve built by interfering with matters beyond your comprehension."

The air itself seemed to catch fire as the King of the Western Continent finally abandoned all pretense of civil discourse, his Mid Radiant-rank power blazing to full intensity as he prepared to eliminate what he now clearly saw as an unacceptable threat to his kingdom’s security.

The battle was about to begin.