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DC X Rider Ch 69
🕑 Added 2024-11-14 04:23:11 +0000 UTCIn Atlantis, Mera paces the ornate halls of the royal palace, her brow furrowed with worry. Her sister, Hila, has been missing for far too long, and the uneasy silence weighs heavily on her mind. Mera turns to her husband, Arthur, the King of Atlantis, her eyes pleading.
"Arthur, I fear something has happened to Hila. She should have returned by now. Please, send a search party to find her," Mera implores, her voice tinged with concern.
Arthur places a reassuring hand on Mera's shoulder, his expression calm and resolute. "Do not worry, my love. I have faith that Hila can handle herself. She is a skilled warrior, and I'm sure she will return to us soon."
Atlanna, Mera's mother-in-law and the former Queen of Atlantis, approaches the couple, her regal bearing and serene demeanor radiating a sense of comfort. Her flowing, silver hair shimmers like the ocean's surface under moonlight, and her striking blue eyes mirror the depths of the sea, reflecting both its beauty and tempestuous nature.
"Mera, my dear," she says, her voice soothing, "Arthur is right. Hila is strong and capable. She will find her way back to us."
Atlanna's words have a calming effect on Mera, and she nods, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves. "I hope you are both right. I cannot bear the thought of something happening to her."
Arthur turns to a nearby guard. "Summon Tula and Kaldur. I have a task for them."
The guard nods and swiftly departs, leaving Atlanna, Mera, and Arthur alone in the grand hall.
Tula and Kaldur stride into the grand hall, their Atlantean armor shimmering under the soft bioluminescent glow. Tula's auburn hair cascades over her shoulders as she stands tall and proud, her piercing gaze sweeping the room. Beside her, Kaldur maintains a calm, unwavering composure, ready to receive Arthur's commands.
Tula's posture is regal and commanding, her auburn hair flowing in waves over her shoulders. Her striking green eyes reflect the intensity of her warrior spirit, and the intricate Atlantean armor she wears accentuates her lithe, muscular frame. Beside her, Kaldur stands with a composed demeanor. His short blonde hair and piercing blue eyes convey a keen intellect and unwavering resolve. The Atlantean markings on his skin glow faintly, a testament to his connection to the sea.
"My king," Kaldur says, his deep voice resonating through the ornate chamber. "How may we be of service?"
Arthur turns to the two Atlantean warriors, his expression resolute. "Hila has been missing for too long. I need you two to search party and scour the kingdom for any sign of her."
Tula's brow furrows with concern. "Hila? But she is a skilled fighter, surely she can handle herself."
Mera steps forward, her eyes pleading. "That is what we hope, but I fear something may have happened to her. Please, you must find her."
Kaldur nods, his gaze filled with determination. "We will not rest until Hila is found, my queen."
Tula places a reassuring hand on Mera's arm. "Do not worry, my queen. Kaldur and I will leave immediately."
The two Atlantean warriors exchange a resolute glance before swiftly departing, their footsteps echoing through the grand hall as they set out on their vital mission.
As Tula and Kaldur leave, Mera could still not help but worry. Her brow creased with concern, and she wrung her hands anxiously. Despite the reassurances of Arthur and Atlanna, the uncertainty gnawed at her.
Arthur moved closer to his wife, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Mera, you must have faith in Tula and Kaldur. They are our most skilled warriors, and they will not rest until they find Hila."
Atlanna's serene gaze met Mera's, and she offered a comforting smile. "Hila is strong, my dear. She will be found, and she will return to us safely."
Mera nodded, though the worry still lingered in her eyes. "I know, but I cannot shake this feeling that something is amiss. Hila would not have been gone for so long without contacting us."
Before anyone could respond, the grand hall's doors burst open, and Orm, the younger brother of Aquaman, strode in. His imposing figure commanded attention, his broad shoulders and chiseled features exuding an air of authority. His blonde hair, neatly slicked back, framed his angular face, and his piercing blue eyes scanned the room with a sense of urgency.
"What has happened?" Orm demanded, his voice authoritative and laced with a hint of concern. "I heard Hila has gone missing."
Mera turned to face her brother-in-law, her expression a mixture of relief and unease. "Yes, Orm. Hila has not returned from her mission, and we fear something may have happened to her."
Atlanna stepped forward, her regal bearing calming the tension in the room. "Tula and Kaldur have been sent to search for her. We are confident they will find her and bring her home safely."
Orm's brow furrowed, and a flash of something akin to worry crossed his features. "I see. This is troubling news indeed. The surface world can be a dangerous place for our kind."
Arthur, sensing the shift in Orm's demeanor, spoke up. "We will not rest until Hila is found. I have the utmost faith in Tula and Kaldur's abilities."
Orm nodded, his gaze momentarily lingering on Mera before he turned and strode back towards the door. "Keep me informed of any developments. I will not stand idly by while one of our own is in peril."
Orm strides briskly through the grand halls of the Atlantean palace, his expression darkening with each step. The news of Hila's disappearance has unsettled him, for it threatens to unravel the carefully laid plans he has been orchestrating.
Reaching a secluded alcove, Orm pulls out a communication device and activates it, his fingers tapping with a sense of urgency. The holographic image of a trusted lieutenant shimmers into view, the subordinate's face etched with a mixture of respect and anticipation.
"Report," Orm commands, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.
The lieutenant responds quickly, "My lord, the Trench People are prepared to carry out your orders. They await the signal to move in and eliminate the Xebelian princess."
Orm's eyes narrow, a flicker of satisfaction crossing his features. "Good. See to it that they act swiftly. Hila must not be allowed to return to Atlantis. The Trench cannot afford to fail this time."
"It will be done, my lord," the lieutenant affirms, his posture straightening with resolve.
Orm pauses, his gaze piercing the holographic image. "And be sure to keep a close watch on the Kamen Rider as well. He has proven to be an unexpected complication, and I will not allow him to interfere with my plans."
The lieutenant nods, "Understood. We will eliminate both the princess and the Kamen Rider."
With a curt gesture, Orm dismisses the communication, the holographic image flickering out of existence. He stands in the alcove, his mind racing with the implications of his actions. Hila's disappearance has presented him with a unique opportunity, one that he cannot afford to squander.
Orm's fingers curl into a tight fist, the knuckles turning white with the intensity of his grip. He will not allow his plan to fail, not when he is so close to realizing his ambitions. Gritting his teeth, he thinks, "The Trench People, with their savage and unrelenting nature, will ensure that Hila never reaches the safety of Atlantis."
Orm's piercing gaze narrows as he considers the Kamen Rider, the masked hero who has proven to be an unexpected complication. "A mere insignificant threat," he scoffs, dismissing the Rider's interference with a wave of his hand.
With a resolute stride, Orm exits the secluded alcove, his mind laser-focused on the task at hand. "I will not rest until my path to the Atlantean throne is clear," he vows, his expression hardening with determination. The future of Atlantis, as he envisions it, hangs in the balance, and Orm is more than willing to seize it, no matter the cost.
As he strides through the ornate halls, Orm's footsteps echo with a sense of purpose and authority. His mind races, meticulously planning his next moves, ensuring that nothing will stand in his way. The Trench People have their orders, and Orm trusts that they will carry them out swiftly and efficiently, eliminating the Xebelian princess before she can return to Atlantis and potentially disrupt his carefully laid plans.
Reaching the grand entrance, Orm pauses, his gaze sweeping the room with a mix of calculation and resolve. "The future of Atlantis is mine to command," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. With that, he steps out into the vast, underwater expanse, his focus unwavering as he sets out to secure his destiny.
