Chapter 68: Royal Palace (Part 5)
Alvaric stood up again. His body was fine. Even his head, which had been slammed against a stone by one of the generals, had already recovered. He drew the Vapper’s Dagger and his Crimson Sword Demon. The moon phenomenon from their blades appeared once more. The three main generals felt a familiar pressure weighing down on them.
"So that’s the source... it’s coming from one of the weapons he’s holding," said Aerozar Skywing.
He was one of the generals from the Sky Bird family—a spirited old man whose energy and vigor rivaled that of young men, even though he was nearly a hundred years old. He was also the grandfather of Clard—the Sky Bird whom Alvaric had killed.
Clard’s body was discarded in the desert, where he died in a pitiful state. Naturally, as a member of the Sky Bird family, Aerozar possessed the same type of weapons and magic: spear, wind, and explosion. He was the one who had previously slammed Alvaric’s body.
"If I could obtain that sword, I think my power would become even stronger," said Leon Grave.
He was the uncle of the King of Valantharia—a man who often stood behind crucial decisions made by the king. His age wasn’t as advanced as Aerozar’s. Leon was only 60 years old—still considered young among the primary generals.
Leon wielded rare lightning element magic. In addition to that, he fought with a sword and shield, serving as the frontline tank in every battle.
"Don’t be overconfident. He defeated all seven reserve generals alone. And you can see it yourselves—his regeneration ability is beyond reason."
This time, the one speaking was Urkhan—a general from the demi-human family of bears. He carried a massive battle axe on his shoulder. His body was the largest among the three. He also possessed two very effective elements in combat: Earth and Fire.
The three of them slowly walked toward Alvaric, who was also ready to fight. This was the true battle—if Alvaric could defeat these three main generals, the chances of him destroying the Kingdom of Valantharia would become very real.
Each of their footsteps caused the ground beneath them to tremble with their aura. Dust fell from the ceiling, and the air turned heavy. But Alvaric stood firm, holding both of his weapons—ready. His instincts screamed, "Run," but his will refused to obey.