The Kahi'ks shared glances at each other with a look of confusion on their faces. They couldn't help but wonder if their ears played tricks on them or if a sixteen-year-old blatantly disrespected them.
"Chamberlain, have you not taught the young master some manners?" Thalos did not attempt to hide the annoyance in his tone.
His questions made old man Chamberlain swallow hard as he felt a cold sweat run down his back. He coughed a few times and was prepared to speak, but was interrupted by Sol.
"You stand before me, so you will address me and address me only."
Buzz!
Everyone felt their bodies shudder at Sol's words. They were not moved because of his words, it was how he said those words that left them uncomfortable.
Sol's voice was neither deep nor intimidating. However, the way he said this left no room for an argument.
It was more like a decree.
"Young master Sol, I demand you show us respect!" Vaela lashed out angrily.
She was tired of the disrespectful actions of this sixteen-year-old.
"The five Kahi'ks lost the right to any form of respect the day they turned their back on my father and let outsiders get to him and me." Sol sneered, his voice dripping with disdain.
The five Kahi'ks couldn't help but frown at this. The tension in the room was rising, and Darius clenched his fists, his eyes glowing brightly.
Seeing this old man Chamberlain felt anxious. The sixth tribe had no one to protect it now, should these five choose to attack, no one would be able to stop them.
"While we await Darth Ark's return. I represent the sixth tribe and my word is law!" Sol ignored the furious Darius.
He knew if the other alpha races feared Darth Ark, the other tribes in the Ark race would be no different.
He was right!
The mention of the name Darth Ark defused all the tension, and these Kahi'ks instinctively took a step back. Putting in a lot of effort to maintain a straight face and not reveal a devilish grin, Luke continued.
"Is there anything else any of you wish to say?" He asked with a questioning look.
The Kahi'ks bit their lips and clenched their fists. They turned around and began storming out of the room. However, Rhea stood back while the others left and shot Sol a strange look for a while before finally speaking.
"I wish you good luck in the rites of awakening." A strange smile played on her lips.
Following that, silence ensued, and Old man Chamberlain watched in shock as all five Kahi'ks exited the throne room. He had expected to be bullied by these people, but somehow Sol was able to send them packing.
Ding.
[Mission completed]
[+30 exp]
[Name: Sol Ark]
[Races: Nether/Ark/Warlock]
[Status: Immortal blood shattering seal active]
[Exp: 030]
Ding.
[New Mission acquired]
[Current Goal: Survive the rite of awakening.]
[Reward(s): Unknown]
[Bonus reward available]
Sol could remember his current goal back then was to survive. He had believed he was meant to survive his illness, but now he realized what he was meant to survive was the influence of the other Kahi'ks.
"What is the rite of awakening?" Sol asked, his voice snapping old man Chamberlain out of his reverie.
The old man looked at him, shocked that he didn't know this much. He had always assumed the effects of the seal damaged Sol's mind, but he didn't know the extent.
In fact, the young Sol he could remember wasn't as bold and authoritative as this one. Even if the backlash from the seal affected his memories, was it possible for it to affect his personality as well?
"It's a ritual done when anyone turns sixteen. It is the way a person's bloodline power is awakened." He pushed aside his thoughts and answered.
Hearing this, Sol couldn't help but frown deeply. The immortal blood-shattering seal was used to suppress his witch bloodline power.
Should he attempt the rite of awakening, he would most likely receive some severe backlash, which may even lead to more complications to his health or even his death.
"That explains why she said that." Sol remembered Rhea's words and the sinister smile that bloomed on her face.
He let out a heavy sigh and laid back on the throne, thinking of what to do.
"I suggest you do not go through the ritual." Old man Chamberlain said after observing Sol's facial expression. "We can just wait for Darth Ark to return. Once he does, he should be able to convince the witches to remove the seal."
Sol listened in silence while rhythmically tapping his finger on the armrest of the iron throne. He partially agreed with the old butler, but he couldn't help but spot a few flaws in that plan.
As a self-made billionaire in his past life, Sol completely believed in independence and the uncertainty that lingered around every human being.
'You can never be too sure about anyone' He would always tell himself.
He wasn't certain of the type of person Darth Ark was, neither was he sure his uncle would want to help him. Thinking about it, Darth Ark could easily blame him as the cause of his brother's death since he was a product of a widely frowned upon affair, or at least that's what most people thought.
His future with Darth Ark was uncertain, and the only one who could truly protect him was him.
'I have died once before, dying a second time won't change a thing.' He concluded.
"Do you lack faith in me?" Sol looked up to meet Chamberlain's gaze.
The old butler was taken aback by the question, but was not quick to answer. He observed the determination and fiery will in Sol's eyes for a while before letting out a defeated sigh.
"You are the son of my former master. How can I not believe in you?" He said.
Sol nodded at his response and rose to his feet.
"There is no need to hide my recovery anymore." Sol clasped his hands together. "Let them know I have awakened and let them know I will be taking part in the rite of awakening!"