[Back to the present and an hour after Basilio was now able to walk from his hospital ward…]
Basilio's POV
Because of what Chivo and the others in the Vamzom army-race had explained to me, I was now standing at the Blood Fortress, as it was called of this base of the Vamzoms, Obelisk looking at the names of those who died in their regretted attacks in the past. Some of the victims' names listed and engraved on the coated marble were never known so a number after the word "Victim" was placed instead, and these numbers were numbered in order. In my hands, a box that belonged to the deceased Vamzom leader, Ruslan Makesa, contained his powers as a Vamzom, preserved and reserved for me.
Ruslan-san's name had been etched on the last part of the list of victims.
Staring at the grave obelisk, I couldn't help but feel bad for both sides in those attacks: the victims and the Vamzoms. Why? Because my mind theorized that the Vamzoms might have a problem within themselves.
And so, I want his soul to be in peace, and, after his younger sister Helena had told me about his last will for me, I opened the box and let his powers go into me.
As a result, I was shrouded in red and black aura-like magic as my senses heightened at this moment. And then…it subsided, and I opened my eyes, feeling the mild sensations of being a Vamzom, but it was without the feelings of thirst for blood. After that, Helena and a Vamzom soldier named Artem Rusu came forward and gave me a note and reminder that, in extremely rare cases, a Vamzom's powers being inherited by a non-Vamzom cannot be a fully fledged Vamzom and thus, it disabled feelings of thirst for blood, among other things full Vamzoms can have. Chivo even showed a mirror in front of me, and I saw that my eyes were still the same as before. Because of that, I was thankful that I didn't become like Helena, Artem, and the other Vamzoms, yet I still inherited and possessed a Vamzom's powers.
And with that, I accepted my new position as the Vamzoms' new leader, and by the next day, I gave out a speech to all of the Vamzoms in the Blood Fortress' main field, announcing my succession on Ruslan's behalf and promising to do my best in my position as their new leader, as well as to maintain good relations with the other races like the humans. Because of that, all of the Vamzoms, except for Chivo, kneeled before me and said together, "We sworn our loyalty to you, Basilio Valencia."
I am smiled at them back.
My mind then said, "This is gonna be hard…" But suddenly, a lot of inspiration for change from my previous life, specifically inspiration from my home country and its culture, way of life, values, and political and government systems, struck my mind like a flash of huge lightning.
That was when I knew these things had inspired me to remodel their fort home into a nation of its own, crafted and modeled by me.