Chapter 152: Sunkiath’s meal.
Thunder rumbled across the heavy sky, a low growl that seemed to shake the very bones of the earth. Yesterday, Kai had buried his concerns about the immortal weapon deep within himself, masking them to soothe his wife’s heart. But today, she had gone to seek counsel alone with her aunt. And to his surprise, Azrael didn’t return yet. He knew him enough to say he wouldn’t follow unnecessary matters.
Agara had arrived only moments ago, striding straight to the King’s hall, his presence dark and menacing with fury. Without ceremony, he delivered the Fae King’s chilling message:
"My granddaughter must come to me. One scratch on her, and King Benkin — along with the seven kingdoms — will pay the price of any possible harm."
The message was both a blessing and a curse. Kai didn’t dare dwell on what the Fae King might unleash upon the human realms. Knowing that Ren carried three shades of Fae magic would ignite a frenzy, everyone would seek her, covet her. Or some magic absorbers would want to feed on her. Hell no, he wouldn’t allow it.
The Fae King, no doubt, was elated that his granddaughter had mastered beasts in a way no one else could. A power like hers could spark wars... or end them.
Later, Kai brought Agara to their chambers. Informing him about the recent events. Azrael was fast in collecting information, so why did he not return? Was he still in this mortal world?
"Where is he, then?" Agara demanded, his patience fraying. He was done lingering in this suffocating room, thinking that rascal Luther might have sent his own brother into heavens forever.
Without hesitation, Kai formed a portal, its dark, shimmering surface humming with energy. "Let’s wait for him in the dragon field, he can find us wherever we go," he said.
Agara didn’t need to be told twice. The thought of witnessing how the dragon keeper trained the monstrous Sunkiath thrilled him.