THE GENERAL'S DISGRACED HEIR-Chapter 289 WHEN GODS FEAR

Winter's hand remained buried in David's chest, but something was wrong. The darkness that usually obeyed his every whim refused to move. A strange pressure began building around them—not mere power, but something that made reality itself shudder.

The pressure grew heavier, more oppressive. It wasn't just physical force; it felt like time itself was pressing down on Winter, countless temporal threads wrapping around his form like chains. Each second stretched into eternity as David's presence expanded beyond mortal limits.

"Where do you think you're going?" David's voice echoed with infinite possibilities—each word carrying the weight of countless timelines.

For the first time in eons, Winter felt his throat go dry. He pulled harder, channeling more void energy into his arm, but David's chest might as well have been an event horizon—a point of no return.

The pressure continued mounting, making even breathing difficult for the god's vessel.

Panic surged through Winter's divine consciousness. This sensation—he recognized it from ancient memories, from before godhood. It was fear. Pure, primal fear.

With a roar that shook the chamber's foundations, Winter pulled with all his might. The sound of rending flesh filled the air as his arm began to tear.

Darkness spurted like blood from the wound as the limb separated, half of it remaining grotesquely embedded in David's chest. The sight of his own divine form being mutilated sent another wave of that alien sensation—fear—through Winter's being.

He retreated instantly, spatial laws bending as he put distance between himself and this impossible mortal. Dark energy crackled around his mangled form, trying desperately to regenerate what was lost.

With casual disdain, David reached into his own chest and pulled out Winter's severed hand. The appendage, still writhing with void energy, was tossed aside like common refuse.

"Is that fear I sense?" David's eyes had changed—silver threads of temporal energy wove through them, creating patterns that hurt to look at. Each pattern showed a different way Winter could die. "Strange. I thought gods couldn't feel fear."

The Night King stood silent, rage boiling beneath his childlike exterior, but it couldn't mask the trembling of his remaining hand. The pressure from David had become almost unbearable—not just power, but the weight of every possible timeline where gods fell, every reality where immortals met their end, all focused on Winter like a lens.

This is preposterous, he thought desperately. Gods feel nothing. Soverigns ARE nothing but power incarnate. Yet his hand wouldn't stop shaking, and that pressure kept building, showing him visions of his own destruction across infinite timelines.

Winter clenched his fist, forcing it still. It must be the vessel, he concluded, trying to deny the primal terror growing in his chest. This human form is corrupting me with mortal weakness.

But deep down, he knew—this was no mortal he faced anymore.

The hole in David's chest sealed instantly, [Aurumaris Empyreal Core] weaving flesh and bone back together. But this wasn't mere healing—power surged through him, transcending his previous limits. Each breath felt like inhaling possibility itself.

David crossed his arms, resting his hand on his chin. Silver threads danced in his pupils as he watched the battle's conclusion play out across timelines. "Mmh, interesting." His gaze shifted to Vespera's exhausted form.

He extended his hand. "Rest." A pool of darkness materialized beneath her, gently pulling her in. As she vanished, a black marking of crystalline ice manifested on David's arm.

He bounced lightly from foot to foot, testing his new strength. "Kaelith, can you still fight?"

The demigod stared, unable to comprehend what David had become. The pressure emanating from him defied divine understanding.

"What's wrong? Surprised?" David's tone was playful. "Try not to fall behind."

"Human..." Kaelith growled, twirling his staff as divine light terminated from its tip.

Veins bulged across Winter's face. "I don't know what you did, but as THE SOVEREIGN OF THE NOCTURNUS NIGHT—" His torn arm regenerated in a burst of void energy. He slammed his palm against the ground. "COME, NIGHT!"

A tsunami of pure darkness erupted around him, raging toward David and Kaelith. The void itself seemed to howl.

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Kaelith raised his staff defensively, but David waved him off. "Don't bother." He lifted his hand as the wave of darkness crashed against him. Kaelith took to the air, wondering if the human had lost his mind.

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Winter's laughter boomed through the chamber. "Was all that theatrics, challenger?"

"Theatrics?" David's voice emerged from the sea of void. Crimson energy crackled through the darkness, and silver eyes threaded with temporal power opened within Winter's domain. "There's nowhere to hide."

The sea of darkness shattered like glass, disintegrating to reveal David standing before Winter. The Night King instantly warped space, putting distance between them, but David vanished—his speed beyond even divine perception.

A devastating blow struck Winter, breaking the sound barrier. He coughed up darkness as the impact launched him skyward.

Kaelith's staff blazed overhead, sending ribbons of light to ensnare the airborne king. The bindings anchored themselves to the ground as shadows coalesced around David's hands, forming twin blades.

Using the light bindings as footholds, David raced upward toward the detained Winter. The Night King roared in fury. "This won't hold me, challenger!" The bindings began to tear, but David was already there, his shadow blades aimed for Winter's chest.

They clashed. The impact sent Winter plummeting as David remained floating, unbothered by the exchange.

Winter rose from the crater, his left arm now grotesquely bulging with concentrated darkness. A sword of void energy manifested in his grip.

[System Alert]

Warning: Night King vessel utilizing increased Sovereign power Corruption Level: Rising

Stability: Decreasing

Winter's roar shook the chamber, more beast than god as the night's power consumed him.

David descended to the ground with deliberate slowness, darkness and strange energies crackling around his form. Each step left temporal afterimages—echoes of possible movements yet to come. His smirk carried the confidence of someone who'd already seen victory.

Winter's corrupted form tensed, void energy pouring from his transformed arm like smoke. Both entites locked eyes for a fraction of a second before launching themselves at each other with such speed that reality itself seemed to bend around their collision course.