Chapter 113 – The Forgotten House (1/2)

Chapter 113 – The Forgotten House

“Father…”

Rebran numbly whispered, feeling an overwhelming amount of rage bubbling up inside of him.

Anger…. ignite!

Fury…. burn!

Wrath…. consume!

Tendrils of crimson source energy began coalescing around the white lion, gradually seeping into his eyes and turning the pupils into a shade of deep red. This was the first time that Rebran had ever felt the power of the Blood Legacy, and it was beginning to corrupt the weak-willed mind of the young lion.

“GAAAAHHH!”

Letting out a savage roar, Rebran charged towards the massive silver dragon who was more than ten times his size. Streams of red liquid penetrated into his originally translucent wings, and thick veins of blood popped up all over his body.

He had lost all traces of rationality.

Sensing a violently fluctuating energy drawing close to him, Weir took a glance behind him and noticed a tiny figure rushing straight at him.

“Pesky animal.”

Ignoring the injured Griffin King, Weir lifted up his maw and shot a ball of frozen gas towards the nearing Rebran.

A long trail of grey mist followed behind the smoky ball, as it froze the very air around it.

*sha-sha*

An explosive sound resounded in the air when the frozen gas collided with the figure of Rebran.

“GRAAAH!”

The young lion seemed to be incapable of forming words, letting out his scream of agony. However, upon closer inspection, one could see that wherever the frozen gas touched Rebran’s skin, it simply evaporated away with a sizzle.

This was not surprising, as the young beast’s body was burning up its own blood to fuel his rage and use the power of the Blood Legacy. Webs of blood capillaries within Rebran’s body burst open and even the muscle fibres in his limbs began to be eaten away by the legacy.

Unlike Calron, Rebran did not have the same mental fortitude as him, and the Blood Legacy was destroying the young Inheritor’s mind and body.

If this continued on for any longer, it was uncertain whether or not Rebran would live to see the next day.

Enough! Come to your senses, Rebran!

A familiar voice bellowed inside the young lion’s mind, rousing him from deep within his consciousness.

Cal…ron?

Rebran hoarsely muttered, memories of what transpired slowly returning to him.

He felt thirsty for some reason.

I have forcefully withdrawn all the source energy from your body. Do not try to activate the legacy again until I tell you to do so. This is partly my fault, as I did not explain clearly what this legacy entailed but after this mess is cleaned up, we will talk.

Caron explained in a hurried tone, and Rebran got the sense that something seemed to be occupying the mind of his protege.

B-but, my father!

Rebran protested, unwilling to leave his father to his fate.

Do not worry, someone is coming to stop this madness.

Caron did not explain any further and retreated from Rebran’s mind.

Just at that moment, a powerful voice thundered in the middle of the battlefield.

“Two Kings fighting like dogs in front of their own people… disgusting.”

“First Elder!”

The Nobles on the ground all cried out, the moment they saw the authoritative figure enter the battlefield from above.

…………………..

“Damn this kid, he nearly kills himself the very moment I leave his side.”

Calron grunted to himself after stopping the flow of source energy to Rebran.

To be fair, you never warned him exactly how dangerous this legacy was.

Ezkael interjected, as he materialised next to his student.

After months of not coming out in the open, Calron could finally detect some striking changes within his Teacher’s appearance.

No longer was his body obscure and smoky, and traces of his Teacher’s actual form could be seen through the dark mist. If the previous Ezkael was more like a ghost, then his current form was more akin to a semi-solid body of a man.

“Teacher… your…”