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“Why should the Khan settle for less? Why can’t we fight back?!” A few clansmen yelled, unable to hold their grudges.“Master Zephyr, we support you. But we can’t face these guards for you, they’re too powerful! They’re all Strengths of level eight, you should surrender!”“I agree Master Zephyr, please, surrender first! We will follow you, nonetheless!”Although many young clansmen were fired up, they could not bear to watch Mist arrest Zephyr. However strong Zephyr may be, the young clansmen did not believe that Zephyr was on the same level as Mist.“Get on your knees, boy!” chided a guard, they then sent forth a wave of energy towards Zephyr. This was a powerful move, were Zephyr to take it head on, there was no doubt that he would get injured. “Out of my way, dog!” Zephyr yelled. Zephyr raised his right hand, and waved it at his opponent. Fists of power crashed out of Zephyr, going forth in all directions. Wherever they landed, loud cracks and booms echoed, it shook the hall an

“You’ll regret this!” Mist hissed, his venomous gaze switched from Zephyr, to Spout. His eyes filled with hatred, malice, and disgust all at once. “You had this coming,” Zephyr replied, coldly. “Fine! Since you leave me no choice, I will abdicate! But just you wait, one day!” Mist hissed, reluctance in his tone. “Why is that?” Spout asked warily. “It’s my birthday today. Seeing how I’ve done so much for you ungrateful f*cks, I should at least be allowed a nice, birthday banquet!” Mist said, his fists clenched. Spout’s frown became more intense, a lot can happen within a day. However, Spout had no reason to reject Mist’s appeal. “Alright, I’ll give you that. You will relinquish the throne tomorrow!” Spout replied calmly. “Let us leave, Puck,” Mist said, his voice full of anger. Puck did not hesitate to follow his father out, but as he left, he gave Zephyr a daggered look. To Puck, everything that happened his father and him is all because of Zephyr the B*stard. Mist’s followers followed

Although Zachary had just heckled him, Mist kept a calm demeanor, accompanied by a small smile. “It would seem none of you take me as a threat anymore. You are dead wrong,” Mist said slyly. Right as he finished his sentence, bladed energy was unleashed. A tiger’s roar was heard, followed by the bladed energy that grouped together to form the visage of a ferocious tiger. Right as it appeared, a great spout of blood splattered across the sky. Zachary Khan had been decapitated by Mist.“What on Earth are you doing, Mist?!” Most of the attendees reacted quickly upon seeing such a bloody mess. “Hahaha… What am I doing? You ungrateful f*cks are going to find out exactly what I’ve sacrificed for all of you! I will take each and every one of my goodwill back!” Mist snarled, then shook off the blood on his weapon. “B*stard! Mist Khan, you have just killed a fellow leader, you will not be forgiven” Shouted someone angrily, they unleashed their true energy right after. “Get him!” Followed by

One by one, Zephyr’s assailants were sent flying by his attack. “Impossible!” cried Mist as he was sent flying back too, face full of shock. He turned to the voice, which gained even more suspense upon seeing whence it came. There, a few men slowly walked over with their leader, an old man with long, silvery hair that blew in the wind, his eyes carried nothing but contempt, like an old, honored lion. Beside him, a group of Khan leaders followed suit, among them was Spout Khan. “Impossible! You should be dead by now!” Mist cried, his fear intensely grew at the sight of the strong defenders that were approaching. Mist’s fear was warranted, seeing how the old man that led the party was none other than Typhoon Khan, his father. “Take these men down, no quarter!” Typhoon commanded, then, he turned his gaze to Mist, “Traitor!” his anger boiled as he shouted. A great tiger appeared behind Typhoon which signalled his attack. He was livid now, he said nothing as he raised his hand and sent a sl

“All hail Spout Khan, the new Lord Khan!”“Under Spout’s leadership, the Khan will prosper!”“Everyone will follow Spout Khan!”Many Khan leaders cheered, faces full of smiles, Spout Khan was a popular man. However, Spout maintained a stoic look, he knew he could not reject the role at this point.“Sir!” It was at this moment, in the midst of hearty laughter and premature celebrations of the Khan leaders, that a guard hastily entered the hall, his face full of sweat. “What’s happening? What’s gotten into you?” Typhoon asked. “My Lord, Lincoln has fled Khan grounds!” the guard replied. “Escaped?”“That b*stard!”The Khan leaders’ expressions changed dramatically. Zephyr did not wait to join them, he quickly sped out of the room, quick as lightning. The hatred that Zephyr had in his previous life, carried over. It was a curse he must bear. A curse of knowledge. Knowing if it was not for Lincoln, Leah would not have killed herself. If it was not for Lincoln, he would not have su