Judgment Of Kelgorath Novels & Stories

Rhea moved silently, her expression unreadable as she studied the shifting light. “Stay close,” Rhea instructed. “Once you step into the altar’s domain, there’s no turning back. The trials are designed to test not just your physical strength, but your will, your heart.” Lia’s chest tightened. **Her heart**. What did that mean? The glowing pulse from the Heart grew brighter still, casting long, distorted shadows across the cracked stone and broken columns that once held sacred significance. The ruins themselves seemed to lean in, the air thick with anticipation. The past, the present, and the future merged in this place—the gateway to a power older than the Empire itself.

he whispered, his voice grave. “What did you see, Elder Magnus?” I asked, my heart pounding with anticipation. His words were measured and heavy with sorrow. “I saw death, Agnes. I saw destruction and the end of the sacred order of witches. The path of war leads to darkness, and there is no victory to be found.” I felt a chill run down my spine as his words settled over me. It was a bleak and haunting vision, one that filled me with dread. The consequences of our actions, the choice to go to war, weighed heavily on my shoulders.

The blazing spiritual flames roared atop the historical halberd. At the same time, Augustus's battle armor also surged with roaring flames. The two invisible spiritual pressures began to ripple, with the howling winds echoing across the grasslands. Wilbur's gaze remained resolute as he directly hurled the Sword of Judgment into the demiplane. Augustus furrowed his brows, and the flowing flames within his battle armor vanished. "If not for the command of Pope Augheimer, I would truly like to experience your strength," Augustus said slowly.

A heartbeat was the rhythm of the fast paced actions Rogue took, was faster than second. Michael was dazed, he couldn’t get his bearings right. His whole world was spinning and before he knew it, his body smashed through the pyramid where his loyal helpers were. Rogue stepped inside only to freeze in his place as the dark wizard there uttered the last few incarnations of the books. “May Judgment fall upon the condemned.” The altar beamed with massive amounts of energy tipping the scale of power and shot a crimson pillar to the heavens.

“Then you leave us no choice. The Council votes.” One by one, hands rose. Eight in favor of judgment. Five abstained. Not a single hand moved to defend me. A sentence was about to be passed when the doors to the chamber slammed open. Elda. The elder healer, hunched and cloaked, walked with her cane like it was a blade. “You dishonor the gods,” she rasped. “This child carries the mark of fate. You strike her, you curse yourselves.” Velric turned red. “You have no voice here, crone.”

“Don’t let her take form again. If she does, none of us were ever real.” But the Spiral wasn’t finished fighting. A deep tremor rolled through the floor, splitting the ashstone underfoot. From its center rose the throne of judgment—blazing now, screaming in the old tongues. It summoned every memory it had devoured, forging them into spears of molten light. They aimed not at Elthara, nor her twin, nor even the ancient figure. They aimed inward—at itself.

Kelvin roared, shoving him off. The elders erupted into chaos. Fergus was yelling about decorum. Theodora was massaging her temples. And Roland? He was laughing. I leaned back, smug. "Council, unless Kelvin has actual proof—and not some arts-and-crafts project—I move we dismiss this farce." Kelvin’s eyes burned into mine. "This isn’t over." I smirked. "Oh, it is." And as he stormed out, I made a mental note to thank Rowand later.

Wanted to remind everyone why they should be afraid. But the smarter part of her, the part that had kept her alive for three years, knew better. She tried to get up, made it look like she was struggling. Her arms shook. Her legs wobbled. "Stay down, little one," Korgath said, not unkindly. "You fought well. Better than most. But this is over." Kaelithra collapsed back down, letting her body go limp. The crowd erupted. "KORGATH WINS AGAIN!"

The Netherworld Judge pointed at them and rebuked them loudly, his voice echoing all around: "A hundred years of cultivation, destroyed in a day. You are truly foolish beyond measure!" "Today, I will strip you of your positions as Ghost Escorts, erase your Netherworld identities, and cast you into Avici Hell, never to be reborn, as a warning to others!" The Netherworld Judge's tone was resolute, leaving no room for negotiation. He raised the Judge's Brush, which gleamed coldly, clearly intending to deal with them immediately.

What if he'd changed his mind midway, and had decided that he was going to go against me at the last moment? My stomach churned, but before I could make any sense of it, a voice cut through the silence. “Kiara,” came the deep, sonorous voice of Elder Kael, his silver beard glinting underneath the cold light. He sat at the center of the council, flanked by a couple of elders that I couldn't recognize. “You’ve been summoned to receive the final judgment.” “Yes.” I let out slowly, like that was going to make a difference when they decided to act.