The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

In a world devoid of Celestials, a world filled with ambient energy, a world evolved from chaos, From the most spectacular event of the millennia

RAGNAROK (AKA) THE CELESTIAL WAR

<Somewhere on the Zetra Realm>

It was an effulgent sight, the grandiose castle was brightened by various candles. A beautiful blue smoke was emitting out from an awe-inspiring burner. There were plenty of such burners around, releasing the curvy smoke that expanded in the sweet aroma around the castle

A boy was laid on a bed, beside him was a sorcerer holding a wooden staff, radiating a yellowish-green glow which was being absorbed into the boy's body

In front of him was a moderately aged man, sitting on a rocking chair of splendid quality. With his head held high and his arm's wrist resting on the chair while the other holding a fist in anticipation. Unflinching valor embellished his face, and his eyes contained a noble emanation, proof that he had been involved in a high positioning for quite a while. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt, his bulging muscles and height were eye catching.

If anyone looked at him from front, it would see a dreadful scar on his face. There was a huge horizontal cut running across his dominant face running all the way to the left side of his mouth, this man also had a dense black beard.

At this present man's side was an excellent lady in royal residence articles of clothing. Her exquisite body was thin, and her provisions were normal and pretty. Be that as it may, her face showed up particularly pale and in a bad state.

At this particular time, the man and lady, whom were clearly of a wealthy status, had a bit of stress on their countenances, as there sight was glued at the fifteen year old young person situated on a bed before them. The youth's body was somewhat delicate and his eyes were firmly closed.

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Chaotic lightning Qi traversing on his face that became little pale from the ongoing ordeal that is making him twitch and creases his eyebrows from time to time.

While the abnormal lightning Qi meandered underneath his skin, the severe and wailing thunderclaps faintly repeated. As the mysterious lightning noise resonated, the veins on the youth's temple wriggled, while his body shook persistently. His face bent as though he was bearing an unbelievable torment.

Under the glowing particles of light, the weird lightning Qi on the adolescent's face continuously started to quiet down. The lightning Qi endured for Thirty-five minutes before at long last withdrawing. Eventually, it pulled out into the adolescent's chest.

The white haired elderly person promptly inhaled a breath of relief as though he had been eased of an extraordinary weight. In this manner, he pivoted and bowed to the worriedly holding up moderately aged man and lovely lady in noble pieces of clothing.

"Congrats your majesties."

He said and continued.

"His Excellency has finally passed the Death Ordeal. There ought to be no issues in the accompanying few years."

Happiness was uncovered on the faces of the man and lady when they heard this, and their firmly grasped clench hands slowly relaxed.

The tough looking man in sleeveless red dress took a look at the white haired senior in an eager way and inquired.

"Expert Otto, Ezra is now 15 this year.

Kids at this age for the most part have qi developed, and can begin their development. What might be said about Ezra?"

After hearing this question, the white haired expert's appearance quickly diminished, before he gently shook his head and answered.

"Your highness, I was alarmed to the amount of the residue of qi in his Excellency's body this time… "

The stately man's demeanor likewise diminished when he heard this.

While cultivating thorough the martial art path began inside one's body but the body must have been introduced to qi.

With the exception of some unique circumstances, an ordinary person's qi would gradually form when they were born and take shape when they reach about fifteen years of age. It was at this time that the qi is needed to be found. Only by finding qi would one be able to start cultivating by taking in the Genesis energy of the land, and opening the eight gates.

This is called the qi brightning stage and was the place where all Martial arts cultivation started.

Through this, cultivators had the option to take in the qi energy of the land, and totally change themselves, they are known as Spirit-Martials .

Expert Otto, looked at the disappointment on the moderately aged man's face, and couldn't resist the opportunity to delicately murmur.

"His Greatness was initially brought into the world with the Beast Spirit. He would have shocked the world and peered downward on the sky. Who would have expected such an outcome.

The moderately aged man's clench hands firmly, while the delightful woman's eyes turned watery. She covered her mouth and coughed.

"My queen, please take care of yourself."

Expert Otto hastily said upon seeing this.

"You have lost a great amount of qi from nourishing his highness. You cannot allow your emotions to run wild."

The woman in royal pieces of clothing simply waved her hand. Distress surfaced in her eyes, as she took a gander at the youth situated on the bed.

"The curse of god in Ezra's body emits once at regular intervals. Every flare-up is more painful than the last. He can just depend on himself to remove this curse, yet qi is still in a dormant state. What can anyone do now?"

The man who had silent all the while now spoke,

"We should rejoice that his body was even able to survive this ordeal, as for his cultivation..."

The man just trailed off but neither the woman not the elder needed an interpreter to understand what he meant.

Expert Otto was quiet for quite a while, before he gradually said.

"Following years, outer help will lose its impact, and if the present circumstance continues, I'm anxious about the possibility that his Majesty's wouldn't be able to survive."

The second these words were said, quietness covered the castle's chamber. The moderately aged man's  clench hands firmly held, as his body faintly shook, while crying clamors were heard through the covered mouth of the woman in noble dress

A somewhat youthful yet quiet voice abruptly arose inside this quietness.

"Does that mean… I just have few years left?"

The three individuals in the castle were shocked after hearing this. They immediately turned upward, just to see that the boy on the bed had opened his eyes at some obscure time, and was presently gazing at them.