The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

Mirza sighed and smiled afterwards. "No, my dear Ezra. It doesn't hurt anymore."

"That's a relief, father," Ezra replied.

Mirza pecked his son on the forehead and went out, Ezra gazed at the left back of his father until it the door was closed and Ezra shut his eyes down to sleep.

<2 Months later>

As time passed, the news of Bloodfang Kingdom conquering some of its lands back spread like fire. There was not a single city which haven't heard of this news.

The days of Ezra in Bloodfang were about to end, and the admissions of Sects opened, a large event held once in 5 years.

Ezra was having tea with his mother beside him. "How is the tea, my handsome son?" Tania asked.

Ezra blew the hot tea, ripples tangoed inside the cup, Ezra took a sip and said. "The tea is fantastic, hmm!... it has a new taste and scent. You bought some foreign leaves from merchants again, isn't it mother?"

"Aww, my son is so sharp. Yes Ezra baby, I bought them, especially for you." Tania said and squeezed Ezra in her embrace.

Amidst the chatter of mother and son, Mirza arrived and intervened. "It's time son, have you completed your preparations?"

"Long ago, father," Ezra answered.

"Ezra, look at me son," Tania said as she forcefully turned Ezra's face. "No one will force you to go if you don't want to."

"Honey, it's his own choice." Said Mirza.

The Queen of Bloodfang gave a death glare to the king and spouted. "You... keep quiet."

Mirza acted like a wet cat in front of his wife. "Uh... okay..."

Ezra smiled and said. "Mother, I must go. I have to become stronger so that I can save you all in crucial times."

The eyes of Tania Inviastus filled with tears. The weak boy who was always on the death door is talking about protecting his parents. It wasn't sure whether the tears were because of recent happiness or painful memories of past.

"Okay son, go. Mother will be waiting for you."

After saying farewell to his mother Ezra stood up and moved with his father. "All martial masters are waiting for you, take them all towards the portal, someone will come sooner or later," Mirza said.

"I will only bring 5th-grade spirits and 6th-grade spirits holders, others will be dead weight to me." The prince replied.

There was no one else here except the two, "But Ezra, they have been at the Qi Brightening stage for years just for you to lead them into a sect, they will be demotivated."

"I have an appropriate gift that will be left for them."

"Another gift?! Did you loot our god or something?" He asked in astonishment.

"You will know father, let me tell you this, this time the gift is beyond your imagination. Even if you put all legendary weapons of this continent on one side, they will pale in comparison." Ezra said and smirked as he moved forward.

Mirza was stunned, he kept glancing at Ezra, his mind was perplexed. His son who never lied about anything said something huge, but what could be that has the worth to pale all legendary armaments, that's what he was pondering.

All the martial masters possessing 5th and 6th-grade spirits arrived before Ezra. There were 381 5th-grade spirits and 3 who possessed a 6th-grade. "Hmm... 12 of them died in battle!"

"Yes."

The total number of those who received 5th-grade spirit was 393 but 12 couldn't survive the cruel battle.

"Where is the portal, father?" Asked Ezra.

"We have to go to the capital city of the recently perished kingdom, Mismor city."

"Alright..."

Mismor was the capital of Tribbain and became the hub of businesses and merchandise in southern areas.

The time went by and slowly, the martial masters from Bloodfang moved towards the portal. It was the portal that can teleport a Large group to another place.

~BIIIZZZZZZZ~

A buzzing noise came out and the portal made a gigantic rectangular shape, out of which a female came out.

A middle aged female she was, but her features were out of her youth.

"She is beautiful!" Said Ezra inside his heart.

"Lay her," suggested Fenrir.

"I will think about that" prince said as he smirked.

Fenrir continued. "There is nothing like eating fruit when it is just ripe. Ripeness brings out the best flavour, texture, and even an appetizing smell. Eat that same fruit a week before it is ripe, and one will get a completely different experience.

The ripeness of fruit influences the choice of which fruit we pick at markets. However, once fruits are ripe, they tend to spoil quickly, the human female that came was at the peak of her beauty. Any more delay and her taste will decay."

Listening to the wicked talks of the wolf, Ezra's grin only widened.

The lady spoke in an appealing manner. "I am Bipasha, from Guardians of Continent, as per ancestral rituals our clan will hold the admission process of Sects."

"I am Feroza Zephyr from Bloodfang, here to send our youths."

"Bloodfang! Isn't this the territory of Triggain Kingdom?" She asked in shock.

Feroza shook his head. "It was but not anymore, it's under the rulership of its true owners."

"So the news was true, I thought it was rumour." She said to herself.

"Wait..." she remembered something as she looked at Feroza. "Are you Canine Fists?"

"Hoh? I didn't know I am that famous." Feroza chuckled.

The lady was astounded. "Our information network is absolute, we heard that Canine Fists died. I must discuss this with elders."

She changed her gaze from Feroza and looked at the youngsters and said. "Hurry up and enter the portal, do not be panicked, you will be dizzy for a while but that's all. You all will be placed together on the other side."

Mirza was not with them, at that moment, he was somewhere else doing another job.

The one who came with Ezra and others was only Feroza Zephyr.

<Barren Lands- Bloodfang Kingdom>

Mirza Zephyr held a strange seed in his hand, one that glows radiant colours. He gazed at it in awe and planted it on the barren lands, somewhere in the middle.

Ezra unleashed his spirit, and Griffwolf howled like a majestic being. The fire burnt like hell and rained on the seed, pouring the power.

~BRRIIIMMMM~

The seed acknowledged it rather quickly, maybe because it was near the sacred grounds.

The ground vibrated and it shook the entire kingdom, the vibration also reached the city of Mismor.

The lady flinched as well.

Meanwhile, Ezra's eyes widened, "Father sowed it already?" His eyes changed at the female as he pondered. "This lady... no, the martial masters!" Ezra yelled at 384 martial masters. "Hurry up and cross the portal, now!"

Every martial master dashed when Ezra gave an order.

"Hey! Not fast your nose will bleed." No one listened to her, she looked at Ezra. "Who is that stupid man?"

<Barren Lands>

Mirza stared at the trembling land, all of a sudden, the land exploded.

Mirza dashed away, and thick branches emerged from the ground and entangled Mirza.

~SSLLAAASH~

One swing and branches were cut apart.

~GIIRRR GIRRRR~

No matter what Mirza did, the branches kept coming. "Master" he heard a strange voice, impossible to determine who spoke it. It was not similar to that of a man nor a woman.

"Who is this?" Mirza yelled.

"You fed me, master, I am the fragment of Yggdrasil." The voice said.

Mirza's eyes widened, he remembered the words of his son and about Yggdrasil.

Ezra calmed down and let the branches engulf him.

Ezra opened his eyes, it was pitch black. A small slot of lightning tingled at a side, the king squeezed his eyes to see the better of it.

"Master, I will prosper the land that belongs to you. You inherit the blood of someone, Yggdrasil acknowledged and gave its seed as a reward, I am that seed and I must provide the best to you."

Mirza quietly listen to what was said to him.

"Master, How do you want me to devise your Kingdom?" The tree said.

Mirza already has the idea of how to do it, most were told by Ezra who was informed by Fenrir. Mirza gave the instructions

"As you wish master, I will show my full body now" as the voice ended, a gigantic tree raised from the barren land. Its width was three times larger than Red Sky city and its height pierced the clouds and reached the sky.

Myriad trees started to grow, within a matter of few minutes. The barren land turned into a gigantic forest, this was not at all. The effect of fragment reached everywhere within the boundaries of Bloodfang.

Flowers started to blossom in the city of Mismor, the paths turned into boulevards. The sudden change frightened everyone except Feroza and Ezra.

The lady used her mana to face the danger.

"Don't waste it, you won't be effected, just do what you are here for." Said Feroza.

"What! Can't you these changings? This is a someth-"

~SHHOOOOM~

A wave of energy erupted, so large that every pore of the body was overflowing with energy.

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