The Divine Elements

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“King Xardoth, the troops are ready.”

A humanoid figure with a black lion’s head solemnly conveyed, as he knelt down on one knee.

A colossal beast slowly stood up on its two powerful front claws along with the two muscular feline legs on the back of its body. With his two wings raising a torrent of gust around the series of tents, Xardoth let out a mighty roar that elicited an equally loud cheer from the thousands of beasts camping in the area.

With the lower half of the body of a giant lion and the upper body of a towering eagle, Xardoth belonged to the extremely rare species of the Griffin beastline. Although, his cultivation was slightly lower than that of Weir, with just the special abilities of his beast heritage alone, Xardoth was more than a match for the Dragon King.

“Excellent! I have been itching to bring down that arrogant dragon ever since we clashed in the last war. What is the report from the scouts?”

Xardoth inquired, as he smoothly folded his wings and glanced towards the direction of the distant city.

“The scouts reported that King Weir had actually left the palace quite recently. However, he quickly returned within a few hours. As for where he went, the scouts couldn’t discover without risking entering the city, so they left.”

The black humanoid beast replied in a deep husky voice.

“Where is Rebran? I did not see him return with you.”

Xardoth asked with a frown on his face.

“He…he decided to enter the city, your highness.”

Drops of sweat began forming on the black lion’s face, as he answered with a trembling voice.

“You let him leave?”

The Beast King asked in a frosty tone.

“He told me he was going to take a piss, but before we knew it, he had already left our camp area.”

The warrior lion shivered as he felt the cold gaze of the king on the top of his head.

“Take the royal guards with you and bring him back to me at once! If you return without Rebran, then I will annihilate you and your entire family.”

Xardoth whispered in a deathly voice, as his sharp avian face bore into the depths of the black lion’s soul.

“Y-yes, your highness.”

The lion quickly nodded his head and rushed to a tent of armored beasts and rapidly yelled out a string of commands.

“Rebran… my foolish son…”

Xardoth sighed, as he looked up into the sky and lamented.

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