Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Lord Alpha: Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

He was led into the huge temple, a grand place with high ceilings.While his own assembly had portraits, theirs were giant sculptures carved out from the same limestone that was used to build the temple.He referred to it as a temple, because it had an ambience of divinity about it. As though it was built for worship rather than a government office.There was something unique about the walls, gothic letters written in old English marred the walls from top to bottom.He raised an eyebrow at the letters, curious."The phantoms are a dignified race. A spectacular species of the amortal world," his grandmother said as she led him to the giant hallway, she paused at a structure "This is the first Chief to ever rule the land of the mists, pay your respects to your ancestors with a bow."Wayne bowed slightly.She moved on to the next and waited for him to do the same, he repeated the action. After twenty solid minutes, he had bowed to about thirteen sculptures.Thankfully, they came to the l

Shrugging his shoulders, Wayne cut through the tough skin on his palm.Blood as red as crimson bubbled up, and he dropped the blood all over the bones.When he felt he had done enough, he handed the knife back to Sabine. She swiped the last of his blood from her blade and smeared it on his forehead.He reached up in an attempt to clean it off."Leave it there, I have my reasons,'' She quickly stopped him.He squared his shoulders, not liking it, but putting up with it anyway. If she said it should stay on, then he would let it.At this point, he was willing to do anything to aid him in his quest."It is 12 midnight," Earnest said as the alarm chimed from the big clock in the living room."Keep a safe distance from the circle," Sabine informed them, when they obeyed her words and stepped a few meters back, she began to chant in an unrecognizable tongue.Above them, dark clouds began to gather over the night sky. Soon a strong breeze blew, sweeping through the courtyard and the entire h

Wayne eloquently alighted from the dragon and drew his silver sword.Gracefully, he marched toward the gates of the fortress.Once he was a few inches away, a force flung him backward like a boomerang. While in the air, he somersaulted and landed on his two feet easily, like a cat.Then a dragon spirit that was yellow in color, materialized out of thin air in front of the gates.The spirit was Velgrynd, a scorch dragon, one of the kins of Kur. The last dragon to live that Waylon had killed and taken over this fortress, who now guards this place with a vengeance."You should first of all breach this fortress, before you speak of destruction," Waylon laughed from above.Wayne ignored him, the reason he tried to enter was to draw out the spirit of the dragon. Now that it was visible, it was time to get things started."Kur, subdue this dragon!" He called out to his dragon, who started to walk forward until it was face-to-face with Velgrynd.Kur roared at the other dragon, it roared back.

Wayne looked up and saw some of his uncle's warriors part side by side, creating a path for him to pass.Waylon walked to the rails of the upper level and glared down at him. "From what I see your numbers have dwindled down a great deal. Not that you stood a chance before, anyway," he sneered to the soldiers on the same level with him, that were held ransom at sword point."So, what will it be Wayne, surrender yourself or watch your men's heads fall to the ground. Your choice," Waylon said nonchalantly."Have you exhausted all of your tricks, or is there more up your sleeves?" Wayne cocked an eyebrow at him, ignoring his words."You accuse me of using tricks when you clearly have a spirit dragon outside my walls," Waylon smirked."I brought it along to counter yours precisely," Wayne smirked back."You are quite clever, I applaud you for that. However, that is the only thing you would achieve tonight," Waylon assured him."You think?" He retorted back."Do not deviate from the topic.

Shouts and Screams echoed through the hallways and filtered down to the dungeons.Metal clanged against metal, voices rose in the air and the sounds of footsteps disturbed the silence.There was commotion upstairs as a battle raged above their cells.Candice fiddled with an iron hairpin at the lock of her cell.Perspiration dotted her forehead, sweat beaded on her upper lip as she had been picking at this lock for an hour now.It had only been yesterday that Waylon summoned her to his room for a final offer. Luckily for her, she had seen a discarded bobby hairpin on the ground and stolen it.Now she was using it to try to set herself free and utilize the chaos happening upstairs to her advantage.The distraction provided an opportunity for her to escape.She had no idea was happening, but one thing she knew was, she was going to try to make a run for it.She would not continue to sit on her hands like a duck and wait for the day of her death.It was exactly an hour ago when the walls