Chapter 182: The Thunderbolt Bloodline
Menelaus Lychos kept his kneeling position for some time, but nothing changed before him. He waited patiently, unmoving.
After what felt like a long stretch of silence, the air in front of him shifted. The suspended mass of lightning arcs moved slightly. A majestic werewolf emerged from the radiance, countless arcs still coiling around its body as it floated towards Menelaus.
The werewolf slowly transformed into his human form, the silhouette gliding forward until he landed gently in front of Menelaus. Residual lightning still danced across the folds of his majestic black robe. He stared down at the kneeling Menelaus with piercing green eyes and spoke in a deep voice that seemed to echo from thousands of miles away... despite standing right before him.
"Speak."
It was Erevan Brontes Lychos, King of the Werewolves.
Menelaus had served the king for nearly thirty years, yet still, a deep-rooted fear coiled in his stomach whenever he addressed him.
He had also served the former king, Damon Brontes Lychos. Normally, Erevan was more approachable than his father. But when he cultivated or released his bloodline ability, Menelaus felt as though a mountain pressed down upon him. Erevan’s aura was so vast and oppressive that it became difficult to breathe.
"I... I..." Menelaus stammered, struggling to speak.
Erevan immediately understood, and with a thought, he retracted his aura, cancelling his bloodline ability.
The oppressive weight vanished. Menelaus drew several deep breaths, then said, "Thank you, Your Majesty."
After a pause, he began again. "You asked me to gather information regarding Alistair Gerymoore’s plea, and about Eleanor Elizabeth Raynor. Though not yet complete, I’ve managed to gather some insight into the matter."
He stopped briefly, still adjusting to the atmosphere.