Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

During the flight, Mystique gave them a potion, which they declined at first, but took it right away after convincing them, and never did they become so invigorated and healthy for a long time.

'What a powerful concoction…'

Soon as Athan and the rest reached the premises of the Imperial Capital, he became too aghast as more than half of the cities were now engulfed in smoke and flames.

More and more explosions banged his ears, and crazy enough he had to resist the shockwaves that came with it. 

In his direction, about three men went up against his father, the Emperor, in coordinated attacks. Even from afar, Athan gritted his teeth when they pressed their attacks, making him defend himself while the place got besieged.

Though as much as he wanted to dive right away, Mystique uttered her voice right away.

"Levi, let it rain…"

The moment he opened his mouth, a pulsed call coursed through the air with dark clouds converging in a matter of seconds.

When the sky turned dark, a series of lightning crackled, blinding the enemies as soon as they arched their necks.

The downpour came, an unusual one— a fan of water knives came alongside the blasts of the lightning strike, hitting quite accurately on the enemy's army battalions seen in the distance.

Even the ones around Lawrence suffered great consequences and turned into black specks of dust and ash.

After which, they retreated when they noticed the sudden emergence of a legendary beast.

'What a frightening power…' he gulped as hard as he could, unable to peel his stares off the monster he took a ride on the way to the Capital. Then, she couldn't help but steal a glance at her. 'How did she even do this—?'

Not too long, they descended from the heights, but not low enough to crush the buildings beneath.

Mystique hopped out first, and they all followed.

All Athan thought of was the condition of the Emperor and the confidants with him.

When he got closer, he couldn't stop clenching his jaws for there were few of them able to keep up against the Juggernaut of the Empire.

Right now, he had a few gashes and cuts alongside the smears and a little tear of his regal clothing; but that wasn't his concern when the man before him went on bended knees, breathing deep like he was close to exhaustion.

He looked around and saw most of the militia were on the cold, damp ground, unmoving and devoid of life alongside the enemies.

But he couldn't help but wonder where Veronica and the rest had gone through…

"Y—You're here..."

When he called, he dashed his way, helping him regain his balance.

"Father!"

"My son..."

"How have they managed to breach here?!"

Lawrence clicked his tongue, glaring at the numerous armies from the horizon and to the higher plains. "They went for another simultaneous attack after eating three regions at the same time..."

Though as much as he didn't want to admit it, they've played a nasty fight; but then, all was fair in love and war, and they dared to touch them at this moment in time.

"Where is Veronica?! Clarice?! Keith?! I've asked of them to help you—"

"We need more help from the north, she's needed there, and I had to step up but..."

He didn't want to continue further, as he was in his best condition but managed to get all suppressed with the fight.

However, he noticed the peculiar mark on his nape, and ominous enough that had his hairs stand on ends.

"Ahh, this…" Lawrence peered sideways," mumbling again, "One of them planted this on me, and I've never been too weak since..."

"What dirty bunch of bastards—"

"Allow me to help you, Your Majesty."

Wrapped up in his thoughts, he didn't notice that Mystique strutted close to him as she pulled out a potion in her pouch.

All this time, he scrunched his face when a sudden air changed within her, even the aura changed and in no way he could understand well.

Almost as though a brand new Mystique came to him most unexpectedly.

"You— I can't believe… You survived..." Lawrence breathed as he gawked so close to her.

"I never thought I would as well..." She then arched her neck and smiled. "If not for Levi, then I might not see another day..."

"Levi? You call that?" He chuckled as he shook his head, which was evident he couldn't believe it in his eyes.

"Please accept this, Your Majesty."

Athan became too hesitant, for what she would pull this time around, despite the same product earlier. Even after a thorough inspection, he couldn't find any malice in her.

Lawrence pressed his lips thin as he glanced at her with deep guilt, but he had no choice but to accept her offering.

"Many thanks..." A fizzle came with a crisp pop, and the aroma was beyond allure, and out of instinct he drank it all without any drop spilled. He breathed out with his thirst quenched as his body began to glow with warmth and the mark on his nape went for a cleanse.

It didn't stop there as Mystique handed some to Athan, to Sylvester, and to the rest who lived for another round.

"Lady Mystique, about your father..." Lawrence trailed off his voice.

With Lawrence and Arnold in such a face-off days ago, the outcome was evident.

But Mystique put up a somber smile. "I understand, please rest assured. But right now, we need to move." She then glared at the enemies, now charging, and shook the ground in full force.

However, Athan rebutted, "We're pretty much surrounded at this point—"

"Not anymore…"

A mix of beastly screech erupted the sky as the severe thunderstorm fused with blizzard came, freezing a chunk of them.

From the north, another silhouette hovered and appeared ever-so-majestically in front of them.

All of them gawked at the 'Legendary Frost Wyrm' that drew close to them, and never spared the enemies on its path.

But the shock didn't stop there as Sylvester screamed aloud. "Marianne?!"

"Brother!" Marianne waved at him, squealing, as he perched atop and forefront of the 'Frost Wyrm'

'What?! She's alive—?!'

Drawing closer, found Veronica and the rest, also having a ride, waving and in cheers.

But all of a sudden, one after another, they levitated out of their control and went to ride Levi.

The meeting went brief as Mystique locked her gaze at Athan.

"Imperial Capital is beyond ruins… I've instructed them to head to the South… So you all should go too…"

Athan blurted, grabbing her arm as she was about to turn. "What about you?!"

"They will come to an end with me here..."

Before he replied, his body went afloat, and the swarm of enemies converged.

"No! No! Mystique!"

He got dragged away, further and further from her, and all he heard was an elegy.