In Vonai's royal castle, located in its capital city, two young women were marching behind a giant of an armoured man, through the lavishly decorated hallways, surrounded by silver armoured knights who scrutinised every shadow as if expecting an attack at any moment.

The lead knight's chest plate was adorned with many medals and carried himself with surprising ease, seeing as the armour probably weighed double what he did. "My Princesses are you sure you want to act now? It's not even certain that..."

"My brother, the king, has been poisoned. It has been confirmed by Albert to be the same poison that killed my father. We must act now." Said the older girl as a small tear trickled down her face. Although she didn't get on well with her brother, she still did not want to see him dead. "That fucking bitch! It has to be her... her kingdom has already joined the Empire, and she has been trying to persuade my brother for months."

"My Princess, please do not use such vulgar language," reprimanded the knight. "I will see to it that the summoned children will be moved to Alzor immediately and prepare your carriage."

"They will be travelling with us, once we arrive in Alzor, call a meeting with every high ranked military and government official. The moment our brother dies... we will be at war."

Nodding his head solemnly, the Knight quietly spoke. "The Army is already behind you and begun consolidating its power at Alzor. The Federation has also promised aid, however, if the Empire interferes it will be covert, mostly likely their special forces to avoid an all-out war."

"Good, I will not let my family legacy be destroyed. Not even if it costs me my life."

The youngest princess dull and expressionless eyes were fixed on the floor. -"I hate this, who would want to rule when there is nothing but pain and misery. I just want to leave it all behind."

==== A cave on the outskirts of Flatner forest ====

A pack of Dire wolfs were anxiously returning to their den after a hunt, carrying with them mouths full of bloody meat.

Leading the group was a huge, black male with a pained look in his eye. -"I can't focus on the hunt knowing we have that monster next to our young."

Mors had been slipping in and out of consciousness for the last few days, however, due to expelling most of the consumed mana cores, he was once again recovering at an incredible rate. His once feeble aura had steadily grown and had already surpassed the dire wolfs.

On the second night, deciding he had to act before it was too late, The black wolf gathered his followers and crept towards the sleeping creature determined to eliminate the threat to his pack.

A terrifying, tyrannical growl caused the entire cave to vibrate as the air suddenly concentrated, making it difficult to breathe. His brethren had tucked their tails between their legs and retreated whimpering before he reluctantly retreated as well, finally understanding his Elder's words.

It was obvious that the creature was using them as protection while he healed but they could do nothing but accept it.

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The black wolf shivered as he thought about how powerful the creature would be in peak condition. -"Although I think only its aura has recovered, I still don't want to fight it. It is strong so there is no loss of face if I make peace."

The hunting party returned to the cave and sighed in relief as they saw their pups running around playing and the few females that remained behind, safe and sound.

The elder slowly trotted over. "Felln, you have returned. Was the hunt successful?"

"Yes, we caught more than we need. I am going to offer the extra t...." Felln's eyes went wide in fear as he looked to the back of the cave. There he spotted four pups using the injured creature as a playground, jumping over him as they play fight. "What are they doing? why didn't you stop them?"

"They have been doing it since you left this morning... seeing as it didn't react, I decided not to approach. It seems extremely wary of us, but not of our young." Replied the elder as she glanced over with concern, obviously as uncomfortable as Felln.

Picking up a large chunk of meat Felln began to slowly walk over. When he drew close, he watched as the creature eyes opened, its vertical slits locking onto him as if daring him to try something.

Dropping the meat a couple of feet away, he started retreating. The pups that had been using Mors as a climbing frame saw the meat and began salivating before rushing towards it.

Just as Felln was about to shout at the pups when the creature's hand shot out and grabbed the meat and dragged it towards his mouth. A few of the pups latched on, intending to get a meal as well as have some fun. However, they were just dragged along with it as if weightless, letting go as it approached Mors' mouth.

Even though they were still too young to understand most things, they knew the pecking order during meal times. The strong first.

Raising his head off the floor, Mors' face planted into the meat and began hungry devouring it, shocking Felln. "I thought monkeys had to cook their meat before eating it?"

"... thank god, it doesn't understand you," retorted the elder as she called to the pups. "I am pretty sure calling it something as weak as a monkey would be seen as a great offence. It is an Alpha after all."

That night Mors finally had enough strength to remove the remaining arrowheads. Focusing the mana in front of the tips and steadily increasing its concentration, he slowly forced them out of his body, tearing his recently healed flesh.

Unable to bear the pain, he let out agonising, demonic screams, causing the wolfs to cower in fear and all the nearby creatures to flee.

"It would have been a lot easier if I had someone to remove them for me," muttered Mors as he panted, having removed an arrow lodged in his shoulder blade.

Finally, two hours after the ordeal had started, he had removed the last of the arrows. -"Although I am recovering rapidly, that is from the state that would typically have killed someone twenty times over... This is going to take a while."

Looking out of the cave, Mors sighed. It seemed like having his revenge would take some time.