Samuel was filled with so much unwanted anger. His father would always tell him that anger made people make terrible unwanted decisions.
He needed a way to level his head and get his logical thinking back.
In the heat of the moment he thought of an amazing plan, he needed a sparring partner.
In all his life he never had any other real sparring partner than Lyta, they always seemed to be there for each other, always pushing each other to the next level.
Who would want to kill a pure soul?
Why did they want to kill her?
These questions that he repeatedly asked himself made his heart heavy and his power run rampant, but this time he was aware of it.
Clenching the scepter that belonged to his great ancestor, he walked out of the palace gates.
He could feel the monstrous power seeping out of his veins into the scepter like water, When the last drop left, he could finally relax not having to hold back anything.
How again did he become king?
The blood Adams in his veins was truly the push factor of such strength.
Need more be said?
...
Running with speeds pounding the air itself.
Boom
Boom
Multiple sonic booms happened at the same time caused by nineteen beasts, the same beasts that once called the Willow Forest their home.
As per the command of the one in charge, they were heading to the highest peaks in all of Hilderia.
The blood of the Monarch of the Night had reborn them in the basking glory of Its power. They could feel the hunger to consume living essence, but it was overtaken by the direct command of the monarch itself.
Much more intelligent than they once were, they were born in the Willow Forest and had never been out of there not to even talk about outside the human continent, but they were fully aware of where they were going.
Where were they going?
It was like there was a map in their head.
The essence of the Night's king was a potent life-giver.
This was a mystery to all nineteen of them, but they knew not to ask questions to someone who casually just chucked one of their comrades across the human continent like he was a piece of paper.
That wasn't the only reason though.
They felt an urge, a compulsion to serve the Monarch. They felt a different compulsion before It snapped their necks, the compulsion they felt then was that of utter dominance and control, this one was that of a genuine source.
They all ran till they reached the end of the human continent; the same path that the King had used to enter the human continent.
They saw humans around the coast doing the usual foolery, but the humans never saw them just a blur followed by a strange gust of wind smelling of blood.
They then touched the water and their presence vanished along with so their bodies.
...
King Samuel's idea of collecting his thoughts was sparring.
He called on his best guards Radial and Idris of the sword each of them being a citizen of the Kurdila.
Radial and all the other guards wore the traditional red of the elves and had a royal seal on their chests signifying their position with Radial as the leader of the guards.
Radial was a tall lean elf that carried around with him a powerful great sword. Idris was tall as well, just a couple of centimeters shorter than Radial, the difference could not even be noticed by anyone else but the watchful eye of King Samuel.
They were in the guard barrack's courtyard surrounded by the entirety of the off-duty guards too many to count.
The so-called strongest Kurdila had to offer.
"Radial you and Idris I warn you lot not to take it easy on me for it will be a very dire mistake." King Samuel said as he motioned his hand for them to come at him.
They came in weak thinking that they had the advantage of numbers charging in with their swords like a bunch of roaming bulls.
Samuel had a slight curve on his lips he was aware of the fact that his guards didn't want to hurt him.
If only they knew
They couldn't even if they all charged in at once or surprised him.
*BAM*
Samuel hits Radial on his abdomen shoving him against the wall instantly knocking him out.
The crowd erupted in 'ooohs' and 'aaaahhs' acting like they weren't aware that he was the strong elf in history since the great founder himself.
"I knew the king was strong, but I didn't know he possessed the strength to knock out the leader of our Kurdilan guards like a fly," one guard said with total astonishment.
"Am I deserving of my position as your king now?" he asked looking at every one of the other elves on standby.
He took a deep breath in and let it out curving his lips more.
The plan to distract himself from the tragedy that tore at his heart was working.
At this point, he had a full-on maniacal grin on his face, with both hands, he motioned for all the elves to charge at him at once.
"Come on boys. Help your king break a sweat at least!"
This angered all the ego-ridden elves.
With the leadership of Idris, they charged at him at once.
...
It was like blending into the water all nineteen of the monsters either on full-on dive or just completely running on water.
The liquid essence of the Beast was sure capable of so much, that its upper limit was undetermined. Just look at these formerly unintelligent and it was the influence of the blood that made them born anew.
Yes, they were strong now.
Yes, they were intelligent now.
Yes, they were stronger now.
In unison "All hail the Night's true Monarch!"
Even they were mesmerized by such feats.
They joyously proceeded into the sunset thinking of their new master.
How was he?
Where was he now?