Chapter 120: The rise of Bloodborne
The air in Eldralore was shifting. A deep, ancient tremble rolled through the ground, stirring the very bones of the kingdom. Word had spread like wildfire—Rina, Azrael Jr., and Caelan had returned victorious from the battle, their powers now unmatched, their eyes hardened by war and soaked in vengeance. But the fire inside them hadn't calmed. It burned hotter.
The palace was quiet at first—too quiet.
But that morning, three small shadows stood before the marble throne, where their parents, Cain and Selene, waited.
Rina broke the silence.
"We want names."
Cain blinked slowly. "Names?"
Selene's voice was softer. "Of who hired the assassin. The one who killed your grandparents."
Azrael Jr. stepped forward. "We're not asking. We're telling."
Behind them, Eira and Eren exchanged glances. They knew that look. It was the same one Cain had worn when he was younger. The same fire of vengeance, of protection—of blood.
"You three are still children," Selene began.
"We're the blood of dragons, shadows, fire, and kings," Caelan said. "We're not children anymore."