"Let me go! I SAID LET ME GO!"
Elthor fought with all his might. But, compared to the Generals that remained and just how many of them there were, Elthor was just a young boy without a chance.
With so many restraining him at once, he had no chance of breaking through.
Rage lit his features, his body breaking into his battle form and even shattering the chains that held him down. But, even this wasn't enough. It only made the strikes he suffered even heavier.
The Oryx were never a light handed race. Even knowing that this was their new King, they didn't hold back. They refused to allow him to charge off into a battle that meant nothing but death.
He was their future, their light and their hope. If they ever wanted a chance to avenge their King, they needed him to grow and mature… Or else their Kingdom wouldn't last very much longer.
