Inertia: Beneath The Starlit Veil Chapter 103: Chapter 103

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Chapter 103 (Ezra POV) So many things went through my mind as the mask of Theron dropped to the ground. I couldn't believe what I was seeing before me."This can't be, this must be some sick joke. My brother would never do this." "I assure you, little brother, this is very real." "But why did you do such a thing? You killed our friends, our family—my wife. Why? I don't understand," I yelled out, not able to hold back my emotions. "You really want to know?" "Yes…" "Ezra, our clan is not truly fulfilling its duty given by the pantheon. We are the strongest, and yet our oath forbids us from truly doing what is needed to foster the peace we desire." "That's blasphemy, Theron." "Not at all, little brother. The reason there isn't any peace is because our leaders have been too afraid to put our foot down. Too afraid to uproot the true problem. The eleven other clans know they can push the boundaries and get away with murder because they know Clan Solaris won't pass divine judgment. Think about it, Ezra. Think about all the things that would have been prevented if we just got rid of them." "Theron… that's not the right way." "How come it's not? We have the power to do what we please. Who is there to stop us? The reason the world is this way is first because of our clan, and then the other clans who abuse the weak and poor." "You want us to play god? That wouldn't be peace—that would be oppression in just another form." "We were given power from gods. Why not become them? They aren't coming down to make the world right anyway. Besides, no one would care about the new form of oppression if everyone is happy and peace is maintained. Who cares what it takes to get to that point?" "Theron, we can't. It's just not right." "See, this is the type of thinking that got Mom killed. If we did things my way, she would still be here." "Is that why you went down this path? Because of Mom?" "Yes. And because I failed the test to become an Astral Knight. My ideals were interfering with my connection. The constellation rejected me, and that led to the clan rejecting me as well." "We didn't reject you. I didn't reject you." "You might not have, but you were sent away. I was looked at as a failure. The first son of Zaire couldn't fulfill his duty. Father could barely look at me. Do you know how that felt? No, you don't. You were the young prodigy that everyone loved. And when you came back as an Astral Knight, there was no space left for me. I was cast aside." "Theron, I had no idea. Why didn't you tell me? I would have done something." "No, you wouldn't. You were and still are brainwashed by the ways of old, and you had too much on your plate. In all honesty, I'm glad you didn't. I would've never found my master, and I would've never gained this power. The reunion was nice, but I'm afraid this will be your final day. And I'll take care of Cyrus." "So there is no changing you then." "There is your problem, Ezra. That is your downfall. Some people don't need saving. Some people just need to be taken out. Your kindness will be the death of you," my older brother said. Now there wasn't any room left for words. My brother was a lost cause, manipulated by darkness. Looking into his eyes, the man I once looked up to was no more. It was safe to say that Theron truly did die on the day of the massacre. The pulsating solar energy from my domain surged throughout my body and soul. I knew what I had to do now, and it saddened me. I never once thought this is what the universe would bring to me. Not another word came from my mouth—the only thing that would speak from here on out would be our first clash. In the middle of the radiant domain, a faint crimson glow manifested, glowing brighter by the second."Your domain means nothing. If you want a chance, you know what you need to do," Theron said as the now bright crimson glow burst into the atmosphere. Sounds became muffled, as if time was tired of moving. The vibrant colors of the suns drained into greys, browns, and