Chapter 486
If the apelings allowed themselves to grow comfortable, to rest upon the laurels of their past victories, it was only a matter of time before they were overtaken. Outgrown.
As for how to deal with this, it requires the inclusion of other godling races.
The heavy silence of the throne room was disturbed as the grand doors creaked open, revealing the arrival of an apeling—a member of the Ripple Clan. The creature moved with a fluid, almost ghostlike grace, its sleek fur catching the dim light, with it’s robe trailing behind. It stepped forward with a deep bow, pressing a fist against its chest in deference.
"There is a call request from the wolves, my king," the apeling announced in a measured tone, its voice carrying an air of urgency.
Seated atop his throne, Zephyr’s expression shifted from mild confusion to concern. His fingers, which had been absently tracing the cover of an old tome, stilled. His mischievous eyes flickered with realization as he abruptly rose to his feet.
"What day was my sister’s wedding?" he asked, his voice edged with tension.
The apeling hesitated for the briefest moment before replying, "I believe it is two months from today, my king."
Zephyr exhaled slowly, relief washing over him. At least he had not missed something of paramount importance. However, his brows furrowed once more as suspicion took hold.
"Then why are they calling now?"
He waved a dismissive hand, signaling the apeling to take its leave. As the servant withdrew, Zephyr turned his attention back to his surroundings. His throne was surrounded by scattered books, scrolls, and aged parchments—fragments of knowledge he had been immersing himself in. With a casual flick of his wrist, the collection vanished into the depths of his storage ring, leaving the chamber pristine once more.
Before him, the air shimmered, and a large, ornate mirror materialized in midair. Zephyr straightened his posture, smoothing his robes and composing himself. His reflection stared back at him, regal and composed, though a flicker of curiosity still burned in his gaze.