Heir of Mana:Beast made king-Chapter 53: Twilight

Azreal found himself in a strangely familiar place.

It was the realm he had met that clearly insane woman, but it was also largely different somehow.

Not just in appearance, but also in the feeling he had simply by being here.

The air was polluted with a thin fog much like in the dungeon’s boss room, but unlike in the boss room, this fog wasn’t arctic blue,

This fog lacked any color; it was pure white, so much so that if one were to focus intently, they would be able to see through it quite easily.

The floor, unlike last time, wasn’t covered in thin blades of green grass; it was instead filled to the brim with peony flowers.

Their stems and the leaves that grew from them were a blank white, matching and surpassing the fog’s colors.

As one looked at the stems, one would think they were made out of bleached paper, as there was no way a color that pure could be made naturally.

And emerging from those stems were the flowers themselves, whose petals looked the opposite of their stems and leaves;

instead of pure white surrounding them, they were instead a beautiful pitch-black color with deep crimson edges that looked to be freshly spilled blood.

Looking at the difference in colors between the stems and petals, Azrael wondered if it was the petals that stole all the color from the rest of itself.

Simply standing in this field of flowers managed to give him great peace; just allowing his bare feet to touch the floor surrounded by them stripped him of all his worries, questions, and burdens.

Here there was nothing to worry about, no war he apparently had to participate in, no slavery he had to worry about, no one to fight, and no one to kill.

And that in itself was what was worrying him; he still had many things he wanted to do after all,

He had to find his brother

Rescue his mother

And he still had a score to settle with the humans and the.... Giants

Yes, he had many things he had to do, needed to do, not to mention getting back to Olivia, his new partner in crime.

Looking up at the sky, or the only thing that could pass for a sky in this place he uttered

"Well at least that’s the same"

The sky was still pure white, with millions of spicks of black resting within it, like stars in the night sky.

And there were still the seven biggest stars that hung right above him, as if to illuminate his surroundings.

Just as he looked up into the so-called sky when he heard it, like chains dragging on the floor and the rustling of the flowers as the sound got closer, but at the same time further?

It appeared distance still worked weirdly in this realm

Lowering his head from looking at the seven obsidian lights he turned his head towards the sound expecting to see that woman again

The same one who played with his very own emotions, the one he assumed dragged him to this place again but no she was nowhere to be found and the one making noise was something he couldn’t have expected.

Standing right across from him on his left was a gigantic wolf, its fur a deep obsidian black, its eyes a smoldering orange that was filled with nothing but rage, apathy, and boredom.

He could see what looked to be glowing twilight colored symbols that were embedded in the creature’s very skin below the fur.

On all four of its legs, it dragged heavy metal chains but those didn’t seem to inhibit its movement by even a little bit

It moved freely as if the heavy metal chains were nothing but mild inconvenient accessories.

But what really seemed to bother it was the thin gold fabric that was wrapped around its body even folding its own tail to its back. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Every time the beast moved to bite the fabric the chains would rattle and the fabric would somehow get even tighter, which only resulted in it getting angrier.

Which was showcased in the fact that its eyes started to glow a deeper darker orange, the symbols on its body burned brighter and blood started to flow from its open mouth.

And for some reason, Azreal knew that blood was not the wolves’ blood, he didn’t know where it was coming from but it definitely wasn’t the wolves’ blood.

Turning his head in every other direction, Azreal had no way to leave this place, there was just him and the big wolf, and it would notice him soon anyway so why...

"Hey, big guy you need any help with that, looks kinda tight and super uncomfortable if you ask me"

Just call death to himself faster, you know speed up the process, he was a very impatient man after all.

Hearing the sound of a voice the wolf at first didn’t respond, thinking it was one of the others taunting him again, but this voice sounded fresh, young, alive like it wasn’t bored out of its mind.

Which caused it to rip at the golden fabric encasing its torso and turn its head to the direction the voice came from.

And seeing the being that stood in front of him it froze, it was the one that had been here last time with that unstable woman.

Although he had certainly grown since then, his hair was longer, his muscles more compact, and most importantly with a look on his face that screamed curiosity. It was still the same man

seeing this the wolf couldn’t help but twist its face into a smile, its eyes losing all the rage it held once it saw that there was no longer any rose thorn tattoo that wrapped around the man’s neck.

No mark of slavery that held him down, no chains that bound him.

It was truly happy for him.

But at the same time, the smile quickly went from happy to a wicked impish smile

When Azreal saw it he already knew "Well that’s not good"

And he has no idea how right he was