The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

"My son has told me to keep you alive, but I think I'm unable to do so," Mirza said as he unsheathed the golden hilted sword.

The blazing fire emerged as the sword was unsheathed, Dhongi's eyes stuck to the inferno emitting sword. The sword was out in the air, it glimmered like magma, and the surrounding of the sword had a wobbly cast.

The fire slowly climbed from the golden handle to the hand of the king and slowly made its way forward, the area where the fire came a strange scorching armour formed, it glowed in magma just like the sword.

Soon, the fire engulfed the king and as it vanished, the King was in complete armour of blazing substance, it looked like an armour made of tempered melted iron. Mirza's eyes were the only body visible, the tightly fitted armour gave out the image of Mirza's muscles. What caught the attention of Dhongi Bushtail was the golden crown attached to the helmet, with each flare it brightened brighter, and the decorative four gems around the crown gave off an ancient cast.

<Earlier in the meeting room>

"You have to pass the trial as well father, just like grandfather. Are you ready?" Ezra asked.

"Yes, I am" he replied.

A sword came before Mirza, he touched the golden beautiful long sword, that can cause deaths over its ownership.

Mirza unsheathed it and as the flames abrupt out, a sheer bright light forced him to close his eyes. The King of werewolves opened his eyes, he found himself somewhere in the middle of gigantic flames, but to his shock, he couldn't feel the burn.

"Are you worthy to wield our power?" A strange intimidating voice resounded, it was a union of 4 different voices, the king was alerted and tried to hold his sword, it was then that he found he was naked.

"Where are my clothes?" He asked himself.

He looked above and found a strange ball, akin to the sun. A round shaped energy of blistering fire. "O' King of Bloodfang Kingdom, are you worthy to wield our power?" The voice yet came again.

Mirza was resolute, "Yes, I believe I am."

"There are four traits required to be our master, trait of fire, trait of kindness, trait of conviction and trait of justice. If you lack any of them, then leave, I will not take your life." Each trait was said in a different voice.

The King was not here to turn back, he smiled at the gigantic ball of fire. "I am ready!"

"If we examine and you lack any, your soul will be burnt into nothingness. Give it a ponder, you have a son waiting for you and a kingdom." The voice gave another warning.

The firm Mirza didn't pay any thought and replied. "Examine me."

"... as you wish, We warned you." A sword emerged right after the voice ended, it was the same golden sword but unsheathed, beautiful and blazing.

"Place your hand on the hilt". Ezra heard and did without any hesitation.

A crown of fire emerged that had 4 slots of gems on four sides, but the gems were missing.

"Trait of Fire, found!" The voice resounded and a red gem came into being in front of the crown.

"Trait of Kindness, found!" Another gem was formed, on the left slot of the crown, one with green colour.

"Trait of Conviction, found!" 3rd gem was a purple one attached to the back.

"Trait of Justice, found!" The last and only slot that remained empty was filled with a blue gem.

"You are worthy to wield us, our name is 'Pearls of King', O mighty king, it is an honour to be your crown. After aimlessly remaining in the void for thousands of centuries, we accept you as our true and only master.

Mirza flinched at what he heard "Thousands of centuries?! You are an ancient artifact?"

"Yes, master."

"But your traits can be found in many, to be very bold, I'll say these were not so uncommon." Mirza said.

"Master is wrong, it is not a simple trait that we sought." The resounding voices answered.

"Then what was it, you said you seek 4 traits as a requirement."

"When we said trait, it was not simple. The simplest trait was the fire.

For the trait of justice, we sought whether you ever did injustice to anyone. Your wife, your son, your subjects or other living things in the vicinity of your power.

In trait of kindness, we sought your behaviour toward those who had lesser power and weak selves, have you ever hurt an innocent soul? We inquired.

As for the trait of conviction, we sought a sheer belief and goal that can not be flinched by any troubles of the future or nightmares of the past.

We see every moment of your life from birth till now, excluding the age of naivety, you stood to our requirements"

Mirza's eyes widened, "A king can unintentionally give a wrong decree, a man can hurt an innocent soul without being known that the other is hurt. The strongest convictions can be torn in dire life and death situations. These requirements were absurd!" He pondered.

Mirza smiled forcefully and asked, "What would have been the outcome If I had made a wrong judgement due to lack of evidence or had accidentally hurt an innocent subject?"

"The master's soul would have burnt here and the body outside this separate space would have fallen breathless at the same time." A union of voices gave the answer.

A droplet of sweat ran down from Mirza's temples and hid in his beard, he sighed, twice. "Well, I'm worth it now."

"Indeed, master. This separate space shall be cancelled now."

Mirza opened his eyes and found Ezra looking at him in astonishment. "What happened, my son?"

Ezra giggled "Haha, this crown is embellishing, father."

<Above the Battlefield>

The fight paused for a moment, everyone looked at the king of Bloodfang, friends and foe alike, except for two individuals. Kavar, the Mad God Bear and the Foundation Establishment cultivator of coalition army. Kavar was angry and with each passing second he was getting stronger, despite dying multiple times, Kavar stood again, stronger than before, defying the common sense of his opponent.

The remained looked at the sky, even Skoll and Hati halted their attack for an instant and looked.

Ezra gazed at his father as well and smiled, before turning again and shoving the hook into the skull of an enemy who was peacefully looking at Mirza, "Ask Dhongi Bushtail what happened next as he will be coming your way soon." Ezra said as the blood-oozing dead body hit the ground, a regretful death he died, no?

The king of Warborn could feel the intense heat from afar, "What the hell is that?!" He pondered.

He took out his bone sword, a special tier sword. Ready to attack the former, "I am one level higher than him, I can kill him, I can kill him," In mind, the werehyena king kept reminding himself.

~FLAPPER - FLAPPER~

A robe of nothing but pure flames fluttered behind Mirza, he shined like a sun. Hot and glimmering, Dhongi was unable to close the distance. The heat was something he couldn't bear.

"Forest Badgering Palm" he activated the skill, his qi raised and formed a palm that flew towards the King at an alarming speed.

Everyone in Bloodfang gasped, while those from the coalition gave a grin.

Mirza who was looking at the werehyena king held the long sword and swung it. A gigantic heatwave slash materialized from his qi, cutting the incoming palm skill of Dhongi.

"What! He destroyed and skill attack just like that?" Someone from the coalition army shouted.

"How- how is this possible? It was a skill attack..." Dhongi shuttered as he asked himself in disbelief.

Mirza read his face and answered him in his stead. "It was a weak skill attack, that's it."

Dhongi couldn't bear the insult and he revealed his martial spirit, 4 orbs rotated around his back and a Hyena emerged, black with multiple eyes in stripe format, all around its body.

"This is my spirit, Evil Eyed Hyena." Dhongi exclaimed.

Mirza gave a death glare and silently murmured. "Come out, Griffwolf"

~BUZZZZZZ~

An event of conflagration happened, the sky was set on fire as if it was the outset of a calamitous holocaust.

A beast shaped spirit emerged, unknown and unseen before. A spirit solely consists of a pyre, the 6 wings of inferno flapped, descending heatwaves.

The masses below felt an extreme change in weather, they were all in sweat. That was the heat caused by the spirit of Mirza Zephyr, the King of Bloodfang Kingdom.

8 orbs rotated around the back of Mirza Zephyr, and the eyes of everyone popped out in shock. Except for Imperial Guards, no one from the Bloodfang Kingdom witnessed the great 8th-grade spirit of Mirza.

"I'll show you what a powerful skill looks like," Mirza said and raised his sword.

"Art of Fire Sea" a gigantic wave of pyre occurred over the sky, within the second the man who was once called the king of Warborn Kingdom drowned in the fire.