Chapter 158: Effects Of The Blood Moon
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The next day at dawn, Maurice made his way to the court of celestial Valor as planned, but rather than finding the vampire King present, he saw a bunch of strong armed commanders already training the new elite soldiers that he was unfamiliar with. The clashing sounds of wooden swords resonated within the valor, and he could hear one of the commanders in charge giving strict orders to the poised soldiers who stood at attention. There was instant silence that fell within the place, and Maurice couldn’t help but feel awkwardly invisible in the presence of such intimidating soldiers and top commanders.
He was going to face these people??
"Everyone heed to this one advice, once the notice goes up tomorrow morning, there will be no time for preparations so make use of every opportunity given to you today! Train harder! Know your skills! Again!" The commander instructed, his voice dripping with authority as he turned to the trainee’s, and the soldiers, who felt confident in their abilities, took their measured stance before going into the choreographed steps they had been taught.
Maurice’s brown eyes held intrigue as he watched the new soldiers train. "Is there still time to reconsider?" He murmured to himself, a bit dazed, but when glances began to notice his presence, it was clearly a sign that there was no escaping this, whilst he had to start moving around to avoid portraying the appearance of a confused recruiter. His eyes searched for King Ivan who had instructed him to be here, but well...he’s here and the vampire King isn’t.
On the other side of the valor that had steps leading to the main center of the training ground, Maurice’s jaw dropped open at the sight of two vampires going one on one on a real sword duo. He could feel the ground beneath his feet shake due to the impact of their hits, and from how strong they were, he could guess they shared a powerful bloodline with the vampire King. One of them had a strange enigmatic scar on his face, not to mention the chains he wore around his body, but his opponent didn’t possess the same raging bloodlust as the chained one, yet the intimidating aura was intensely piercing. He could see black shadows surrounding the blade of the scarred one, and when he lunged at lightning speed, everything happened so fast that the only thing that made Maurice shake was the ground beneath his feet... a testament to the reciprocating hit that appeared as blur before his eyes.
If he were to face this type of blood-thirsty opponent during the competition, there was a very little chance of him getting past the first round alive. Meanwhile, Alistair had slowed down on his advances so he could catch his breath, the desire to see blood made his eyes turn a shade darker; he was gradually losing grip of his sanity, and the look in his crimson orbs was enough to send anyone near running for their lives– everyone except for Tobias who knew more than anyone else how to handle his brother. He appeared composed as he said,
"If you can’t control your primal urges for good, those chains won’t come off." Tobias coolly reminded him, his lazy gaze thoroughly drifting to the chains around his brother’s body before meeting his stare. "Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten the consequences of how you got this chain, but this chain won’t come off until you learn to control that insatiable hunger of yours, dear brother. Father will not have mercy on you if you don’t put yourself together."
"I’m trying okay! You say it like this is easy for me!" Obviously pissed by Tobias mentioning their Father, Alistair threw his sword away and simply turned to leave. "I’m done for today, it will be better to find another sparring partner cause Ivan will be absent as well." Dropping the information with a voice as cold as ice, Alistair took his leave, obviously disturbed as he was reminded of the reasons why he possessed these stupid chains.