Ado's strength left him. It was like the whole world just dropped on his shoulders. He was frozen on his feet he watched every Eastians slained in front of him. Their screams filled his head as though it was trying to destroy his hearing sense, coiling throughout every single nerve endings inside. Petrified and drowned with self-blame, Ado couldn't move a muscle a muscle anymore. He couldn't accept that within just a blink of an eye, his troop ended up like this. While he was in this state, he suddenly felt a strong force pushing him sideways. As a result, he painfully dropped on the barren ground, making the mixture of dust and sand spewed on impact, surrounding him. He also heard a loud thud beside him but he didn't care to look at it as the tingling pain drilled onto the bones of his ankle. Before he could recover from the fall, he was tossed again following a purple glowing light that was coming towards them. This time, felt a strong arm pinning him
"Here we meet again, King Astius! And what a surprise to see that you've brought friend to fight with side by side." King Marcellus chuckled when he finally got to face King Astius. His knuckles cracked as he tightened his hands into fists. Unknown to everyone, he was already preparing from the inside. King Astius and King Ambrose stopped for a second when they heard King Marcellus. Both were surprised to see him as it was only a second when they saw him at the other end of the battlefield. It was like he just teleported on his way towards them. But more horror struck them seeing there were barely soldiers from both sides that were still breathing to fight for their desired victory. King Astius looked at King Marcellus' cunning, evil face and was immediately filled with overwhelming fury. The way he stood proudly and victoriously seemed like he wanted them to surrender, like the battle has ended and he was the only one alive, standing in front of his
Without warning, King Ambrose was already lifted into the air. A loud cackle left King Marcellus' mouth, enjoying the struggle of his miserable victim. "How was it, my friend?" he asked the struggling King Ambrose. His eyebrows raised in pure mockery as he tried to calm himself from what he's doing. "Let go of my daughter!" King Ambrose instead said selflessly as his feet kicked in the air. His nostrils flared every moment he gasped for a huge amount of air to fill his exhausting lungs. One of his hand was holding the whip around his neck, trying to escape from it or at least loosen it for a bit. His other hand that was holding the sword didn't stop swooshing in the air as he attempted to cut of the whip. Hearing his selfless words, King Marcellus' face quickly turned expressionless. His eyes blinked for a couple of times. A line appeared between his brows as though he was between in an utter surprise and confusion. Slowly, the co
King Astius kept on attacking to keep King Marcellus' attention on him. He was buying Ado enough time to execute his plan. Ado quickly thrust the tip of his sword on the ground, leaving it there standing in front of him. He grabbed the bloodstained bow near his feet and also took two arrows, positioning it carefully on the bowstring as he stretched it backwards. He could hear it creaked as though it would break upon stretching it. However, when King Marcellus almost turned around because of the strong thwack that King Astius gave him which he almost lost his grasp on his sword, Ado's concentration was disturbed. "Let me go!" King Ambrose suddenly squeaked who has been quiet while the fight was still going on due to exhaustion. It was because he saw the scene and Ado was almost caught by King Marcellus. Fortunately, he managed to catch King Marcellus' attention and prevented him to fully turn around. Though King Marcellus never said a word, he co
Kalen and Ado found King Astius first. King Ambrose was nowhere to be seen so they had to separate ways. Ado presented to assist King Astius and so, Kalen had no choice but to find King Ambrose by himself. Both of them had agreed that Ado must head first to the said place according to Ferlah. Of course, it wasn't that easy for Ado to break through the criss-crossing weapons on his way. However, he managed to get through it despite of having minor wounds as some enemies recognized him and the king. King Astius was a huge person and Ado could barely took steps forward because of the heavy weight on his back. But after almost crawling away from the battlefield, a breath of relief escaped from his mouth. As he walked further, silence began to take over the defeaning noise that used to absorbed deep into the veins of ears. Until he could no longer see the battlefield, he finally gave up. With his knees fell first on the hard, parched ground, warm sweats fell off from his for
King Astius had a fast recovery than King Ambrose. After three days, he can sat himself up on his bed, defying the physician's words. He wasn't allowed to do so to avoid disturbing his wounds whenever he moves. But because of his reason that his back was already hurting from lying and that he felt like it was already glued on the bed so he wanted to take a walk for awhile for fresh air, the physician allowed him to sit but never to get out of bed. "How's King Ambrose?" he asked the physician who was now packing up his things to leave. "He's doing well now, your majesty. He's now out of danger." "That's good to hear." "Fortunately, your majesty. He must've went through a lot that caused him to lose all of his strength." King Astius let out a deep sigh as he leaned his back on the headboard. He knew that King Marcellus tried to take suck King Ambrose's soul in the battlefield through the whip. "Do you think he will wake up before a week would pass?" He was concerned if King Amb
"Aw! Ouch! Grandpa, slow down! Wait! Aw!" Keir cried as he throw himself under the shade of the oak tree. His face twisted in pain while he was massaging his knee. "I think I have to break all my bones first before an actual battle." He groaned bitterly, dismayed at the rough training. He's been doing this right after his wounds were healed but he barely progressed. It's been a week since Bo saved him and Prince Zaeius back at the border of Saortias. And right after Bo knew that Keir is the guardian, he had presented to personally train him. While Prince Zaeius was still on a recovering phase, Keir had done so much for the last seven days. And right now, Prince Zaeius was squatting on the porch's floor, restraining his laughter behind his pressed lips upon seeing Keir's reaction. Bo strided closer to Keir and immediately thrusted the wooden pole that they used as substitute for weapons during the practice. Keir was extremely te
"Alright. That's all for today. You're improving very well," the teacher said as he picked the scrolls and put it back on his satchel. "Thank you, teacher. I better use this opportunity wisely as it won't come to easily without his majesty's idea. " Kalen bowed at the presence of the teacher. "A wise choice of a wise person, indeed," the teacher praised him upon swinging the satchel's sling on his shoulder. Suddenly, they heard multiple claps. When they turned around to find out who it was, they were surprised to see King Astius. Behind him were four men, fully armed and wearing serious faces. Two of them wore the soldier's uniform while the other two wore that of the bodyguard's. "Your majesty," they greeted him and bowed politely. They were caught in surprise and wonder what the king was doing in the training grounds this time especially that he was such a busy person. He even visited rarely during the mil