The Sacred Grounds

Ezra Zephyr nodded, as a glad grin framed all over his face.

"Rest for now. You still need good rest, go and sleep well in your chamber. I will take you to the sacred grounds tomorrow"

Mirza Zephyr said with a smile

"Alright!"

The youth's voice was overflowing with expectation.

Mirza Zephyr laughed as he dishevelled Ezra Zephyr's hair. Hence, he carried the unconscious Tania Inviactus and walked out with Expert Otto next to him.

Ezra Zephyr looked at Mirza Zephyr's back. The generally dignified back currently gave off a powerless and tired aura that made one sad. He heard from veterans that sometime in the past his father was loaded up with grand yearnings. Nonetheless, savage reality had gradually shaved away those yearnings. All of this was a direct result of that Duke Brown Mane.

Ezra Zephyr's lips firmly tightened as a chilling look surfaced on his youthful face.

"Lionmen tribe, Duke Brown Mane... I will ensure that these debts are repaid one by one in impending futurity."

As the sun started its rising, warm morning daylight radiated down on the Red Sky City, lighting up the spot.

<Red Werewolf Royal Castle>

Ezra Zephyr had not been able to sleep the entire night. By the time he hurried to the castle entryways, the imperial guards were already standing there with utmost respective manner. The thousand in number majestic imperial guards wore heavy armours and wielded lances which gleamed with cold light. It was an amazing military force.

Mirza Zephyr sat on a fine blazing red pony. He grinned as he watched his son rush over and inquired.

"Would you say you are prepared?"

Today was the worshipping day of all werewolves, every werewolf in the kingdom came to the sacred grounds to worship their god. But, only the imperial Red Werewolf Family can step on god's altar, as per ancient rules and traditions.

Ezra Zephyr strongly nodded his head while hope flooded in his eyes. He realized that whether or not the 8 gates in his body would surface once again, permitting him to start Qi Brightning Stage, would hinge upon this very day.

A gatekeeper drove another blazing red horse over. Blazes consumed at the tip of the pony's tail, however, its head was that of a brutal looking lion.

This animal was known as the Flaming Leo Horse and was a tier 1 Martial Animal. It had the option to run 1,000 miles without rest.

The initially bad-tempered Fire Lion-Horse had since a long time ago been restrained. Accordingly, when Ezra Zephyr mounted it, it just swung its flaring tail briefly prior to quieting down once more.

Ezra Zephyr pulled the pony's reins. The young's crimson red pupils appeared to burn as he opened his mouth and said, "Father, let's go"

Mirza Zephyr laughed and nodded his head, prior to waving his hand.

~HeeeHaaaww~

A loud cry was heard and the 1000 men power quickly transformed into a downpour that overwhelmed Mirza Zephyr and Ezra Zephyr, securing them inside it. Then, they flooded out of the regal royal castle with thundering footsteps, going along the city roads as they rushed towards the city exit. 

The Werewolves' sacred ground was also where the Royal Red Wolf family's regal graveyard was located. Albeit the regal graveyard was around 400 miles from Red Werewolf City, given their speed, they arrived at their objective in mere four hours.

<Sacred Grounds of Wolfmen>

Under an elevated blue pyramid, Mirza Zephyr and Ezra Zephyr got off their ponies while the imperial guards spread out and situated themselves at the different entry sections. Indeed, even a bird would be killed in case it approached.

"This is the place where the regal graveyard of our Royal Red Werewolf family is located"

Mirza Zephyr pointed at the majestic blue pyramid before their eyes. Subsequent to being quiet for quite a while, he continued.

"Many centuries before, this was the place where our Red Wolf family gathered all werewolf families under its command and started the journey. After a lot of blood and sweat, our ancestors ultimately made Bloodfang Empire which is now called a lowly kingdom. I had never imagined that our forefathers' endeavours would be beaten back to their original shape at my hands."

Ezra Zephyr saw his father's crestfallen face and delicately said

"Father ought not to fault himself, the Brown Mane family was plotting and wanton and nobody might have anticipated that they would plot for hundreds of years. The shortcoming doesn't lie with father."

Mirza Zephyr gave a fake chuckled. He didn't talk any further on the theme and just strolled towards the stone steps.

"Follow me."

Ezra Zephyr nodded and immediately made up for the lost time.

The stone steps lead to the top of the pyramid. There were 9,999 steps that ventured straight into the clouds

The two wore serious expressions as they gradually rose, Mirza carried his son in his arms. Around 40 minutes later, they, at last, arrived at the top and very last step, where a pitch-black shrine was present. The shrine was ancient and appeared to have washed in the beams of endless moons.

Standing from the top one could see 8 gigantic pillars standing on the ground like a well-versed guard protecting his emperor. They surrounded and secured the blue pyramid underneath Ezra Zephyr's feet like 8 terrifying warriors. A lofty aura appeared to rise precipitously when one watched them.

"What an amazing presence."

Ezra Zephyr commented. Seems like their Red Werewolf family's regal graveyard had an unknown powerful origin. No big surprise they were able to build up an empire.