Chapter 102 – The Puppeteer (1/2)

Chapter 102 – The Puppeteer

“Screw this shit!”

Xardoth roared, as he flung the jug of water away from him and roared while raising his head towards the darkening sky.

Grey clouds loomed above, with hints of an impending rainfall.

The rest of the beast troops remained silent, knowing that their king was venting his anger on the loss of his son.

“F*ck these bastards, why haven’t they brought back Rebran to me?”

The Griffon King continued to lash out in fury, and prepared to take flight.

“My King, it is not wise. If the young lord does not return by tomorrow, then we shall all charge the gates of Weir’s city, but it is too dangerous for you to go alone.”

A slender griffon rushed in front of Xardoth, attempting to calm him down.

Although not as large and intimidating as Xardoth, this new griffon was still an impressive sight to behold.

“I will stay here until the sun rises tomorow. However, if I do not see my son by then, I will charge into the city with or without the troops.”

Xardoth stated in a frosty voice, and turned around to stare at the murky sky above.

Sigh… this is not looking good.

The slender griffon thought, while gazing at his king’s back.

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“Where in the hell did those little brats run off to? They couldn’t have gone too far on those tiny legs of theirs…”

Calron muttered to himself, gliding across the sky and scouring the land below in search of a lion and a wolf pup.

Will you do it?

Ezkael’s ethereal body suddenly coalesced next to Calron, as they flew side by side.

Do what?

Calron asked, while his eyes continued to scan the forest below.

The thing which is on your mind right now.

His Teacher stated in an even tone.

I don’t know… I do wish to help cure him of his affliction, but how do I know wether or not he is suitable for the Blood Legacy?

Calron said softly after a momentary pause.

Well, why did your Master choose you as the next Inheritor?

Ezkael inquired, as he burst into a cloud of smoke and reappeared on the other side of Calron.

Thinking back to when he was eight years old and alone in the world after the death of his parents, Calron recalled the scene when Elias had looked down at him and asked him whether he had wanted to inherited his legacy or not.

His choice that day had turned around his whole life, and the legacy had given him a way to achieve both strength and power in this brutal society.

Why did Master Elias choose me?

Calron questioned, as more memories of his past surfaced within his mind.

TURN BACK NOW!

Ezkael’s abrupt roar shook Calron out of his thoughts.

Before he could ask his Teacher what had happened, his next words completely froze Calron’s heart.

Avi has been wounded!

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“WOOF, WOOF!”

Avi barked at the top of her lungs, finally drawing the attention of the white lion. However, it was too late by then.

“Huh?”

Rebran dumbly stared up at the group of hooded figures in front of him.

Standing still and shrouded in pitch-black cloaks that appeared to devour the very light that touched it, five mysterious figures slowly raised their heads to face the young lion and the little wolf pup.

Although Avi could not see their faces, Rebran had an unobstructed view since he was directly in front of them.

They had the outer shape of a human, but Rebran could clearly see dark reptilian skin and a slithering forked-tongue under their hoods. When one of them noticed that the young lion was staring under their hoods, the figure let out a sinister hiss.