Chapter 37: Deserve Death
Vacuse stopped just inches from the orb, and then he looked at the small Void Dragon on his shoulder. "I should give you a name. That one is obviously too long. Let’s see... how about Rith? It’s the last letters of your name."
It was as if the small Void Dragon was just settling into its personality, and all because it just shrugged.
Vacuse grinned. "Rith it is then!"
In his place, Duke Frexon finally got what he thought was wrong, and his eyes widened. All the others that did their own, the form of their beast was from different colored light. Why then?
Why did Vacuse’s own appear in the form of black, and more importantly, why does it look so realistic instead of a projection?
The Duke could feel everything he had planned and invested in starting to crumble before his eyes. His face hardened, and a cold aura surrounded him, flickering faintly with green light.
He would not just sit back and let things fall as they wanted. He built his name and power in the family until he wrestled control of it from his uncle and became the Duke of the Red Leaves and Sevrix.
"You!" he shouted and pointed sharply at Vacuse. "You deserve to die!"
His voice echoed in the room, so loud and strong that everyone became silent and turned to him.
Vacuse frowned. What’s happening again?
He looked towards Drenvar, but the man seemed to be deep in thought. So he turned towards the Duke that was getting closer to Severin. "What?"