After absorbing the soul of Rolo Aur, the prince of Bloodfang Kingdom reached new heights within the realm of the Qi Brightening stage.
He wondered how did that happen, an extension of the realm that was already at its very peak!
These thoughts could be discussed later but there was something that needed immediate attention
Ezra went close to the dead body of Rolo Aur and uttered.
"Fenrir, Devour!"
"Stop!" Rajah Soliman came out of the body of the dead Rolo Aur.
"Fenrir, O Fame Wolf of Norse. Please spare me, I was unaware of your existence. Otherwise, I would have collaborated with you." Said, Rajah Soliman.
Monstrous Wolf of Norse shook his head. "Prince Soliman, your spirit is essential for me to ascend."
"Fenrir, my spirit will not give you anything, but my knowledge can. It's been thousands of years since you vanished from the upper realm, I can tell you everything till now. I am a mythic being like you. "
Fenrir looked at Ezra Zephyr, this entire conversation could only be heard by the trio.
Seeing that, Rajah Soliman was relieved a bit. He assumed that the young man from the lower realm would anticipatorily ask for the information. But to his misfortune, Ezra sighed and said. "Not interested."
Fenrir opened his mouth.
"I can tell you Indrapatra's weakness!" Soliman yelled.
Fenrir stopped when he heard that name and said "Speak." This time he didn't even ask Ezra.
Soliman was on the verge of extinction, without his host he was powerless. A mythical martial spirit can revive itself multiple times, the numbers grew with the power.
But there was a condition for revival, the condition was that a fragment of martial spirit should be in complete shape. But when Fenrir will devour, not even the smallest fragment will be left for revival and Rajah Soliman was very well aware of it. The terror of Fenrir's hosts in the upper realm always made many hosts of legendary heroes and gods shit their pants.
The same thing was repeating, but Rolo already died so they couldn't check if he would shit his pants or not.
After being asked by Fenrir, Rajah Soliman was left with no more options. "His stamina!" he said.
"Stamina!?" Pondered werewolf prince.
"This is not the weakness of Rajah Indrapatra but his host Carlo, right? Said Fenrir of Norse.
Soliman nodded his head as he continued. "Carlo was born with a treasured body, he could hold a lot more spiritual energy inside his body than others. His bones and overall body structure are at peak, he is a cultivator unlike his brother Rolo who was a sorcerer." When he said that, he looked at the dead body of Rolo with gloomy eyes.
"But Carlo got arrogant, and the word called hardwork vanished from his dictionary. He lacked training and when asked, he just showed his natural powers and the results were satisfying so no one pushed him. But I and Rolo knew that this will be the cause of his demise.
All you have to do is to drag the battle, the longer the battle, the more certainty for the win." Soliman stopped talking and looked at Fenrir for a positive response.
The wolf uttered only two words. "Thank you"
With the ending of the two words, he opened his mouth, white fangs could be clearly seen, and the inside of his mouth was pitch black, it sucked the heroic figure inside.
"Fenrir, you hoaxer, Bathala will know about this, my brother! He will avenge me..." his voice vanished with his entire self.
~AWWOOOOOOOOOOO~
A loud howl of victory by Fenrir, for the first time as Ezra's martial spirit Fenrir devoured a mythic figure. Even though he was restricted to 8th grade, he was still a mighty mythical being.
"What else did you expect from the 1st born of Loki, God of Mischief?" uttered Fenrir.
Soon, Fenrir began the process. Black lightning of Chaos Force flickered viciously, the thundering bolts flickered everywhere as they surged out from the body of Ezra Zephyr.
The ground's stones shattered slightly as the bolts hit them, with each touch a few cracks appeared on them. That was how tyrannic the bolts of Chaos Force were.
Ezra felt a uniqueness in his bolts this time, the quality of Chaos Force tremendously increased, and he could even feel a marginally powerful space attribute in his force.
Fenrir growled like a cornered wolf, at this point, Ezra started to feel the pain. He was about to evolve or to be more precise, his martial spirit was about to evolve.
~AWWWOOOOOOOO~
With another loud howl, a gigantic blast occurred, and one could see that the black lightning became thicker. Only Ezra was understanding that the difference was like day and night.
"Huh! His majesty... his majesty's back!" Someone cried all of a sudden.
The eyes of the masses landed on the back of Ezra Zephyr, and their eyes widened. 7 orbs were rotating behind the prince of Bloodfang.
"His majesty's martial spirit evolved!" Zulfi was shocked as he said to himself in his head.
There were 3 faces printed on the martial masters.
Number one was the face of shock, John Stark and all the other allies from foreign lands were shocked beyond the limit. Even Karl and Reema were puzzled about the current scenario.
Secondly, the faces of happiness, all the martial masters from the Bloodfang Kingdom were happy and their faces could tell that.
Last but not least, the face of fear, Ixtal Molarch and Salom Uqually were horrified. They reacted as if they had seen a dead and indeed, the current Ezra was worse than any scary ghost they could see in nightmares.
A certain man wielded a different expression, contrary to the majority. An expression of wrath, that certain individual was none other than Victor Brownmane.
"7th-grade martial spirit! His is this possible?" He murmured and continued. "We took the 6th-grade martial spirit and gave him a 7th-grade?"
He stopped at that moment, his eyes widened, and his anger turned into madness as he smiled. "No... the prophecy was not about brother Benedict... it was about me. I understand now, His 7th-grade martial spirit is meant to be taken by me. Red Werewolf family's everything belongs to our Brownmane family."
His pondering was still on run when he sensed something, he quickly swung his spear.
~CLLAAANNG~
A stone, it was, thrown by Leomord Tigerian. "Don't sleep amidst the fight." He said.
Victor sneered.
