The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

Chapter 7 A Wolf Statue

?Mirza Zephyr grinned and said.

"Blessing exists in this world, and this land has someone buried inside who contains a piece of it. The way that our Red Werewolf family was able to rise to power is all thanks to the person called Bjorn Zephyr"

Ezra Zephyr silently repeated the name in his mind.

"Bjorn Zephyr..."

Mirza Zephyr looked at the focused face of his son and dishevelled his hair prior to entering the blue pyramid. As Ezra Zephyr followed, he saw the numerous graves with nameplates on them inside the enormous blue pyramid amid the swinging incense smoke, graves that belonged to the forefathers and ancestors of the current Red Werewolf family. Under Mirza Zephyr's lead, Ezra Zephyr offered joss sticks and bowed at each grave.

At the very last, Mirza Zephyr's steps stopped before a well designed and regal looking grave, located in the deepest part of the blue pyramid. This was the grave of Bjorn Zephyr, founding father of the Red Wolf family that had established the Bloodfang Empire. After Mirza Zephyr offered his respects, he stood on his knees, bent his head towards the grave and said

"I am Mirza Zephyr, 51st direct descendant of Bjorn Zephyr."

Rumble.

A thundering noise was quickly heard and the grave was turned aside. Ezra Zephyr watched in amazement as a thick and pretty arrangement of mystery stone entryways gradually aired out on the wall behind the grave of Bjorn Zephyr.

The inside of the stone entryways was loaded up with a profound murkiness and showed up rather strange.

Mirza Zephyr's appearance was fairly confounded as he looked at the stone entryways and said, "Whether or not you will be able to open your 8 gates and begin your path of cultivation will be decided after you enter the entryways."

After hearing this, Ezra Zephyr's expression became apprehensive as his clenched hands were firmly gripped. Regardless of how mature he was, he was after all still a youngster and was thus incapable to keep his calm maintained, especially when the issue was about the opening of his 8 gates.

Mirza Zephyr looked at Ezra Zephyr before pacing past the stone entryways. Behind them was a long stone passage. Lights consumed on the floor of the passage, giving the spot a gloomy lighting.

The two didn't talk. Just the weak sound of strides filled the passageway.

In the wake of walking for around 20 minutes, Mirza Zephyr's and Ezra Zephyr's footsteps at long last halted. They had arrived at the end of the hall, and a huge old grotto had shown up before their eyes. Toward the end of the grotto stood a stone stage.

Ezra Zephyr went directly toward the stone stage. It was then that Ezra Zephyr find that above the stone stage was a statue, a large statue of a black furry wolf. So dominant and ferocious, there were traits of life inside it.

With Ezra Zephyr's present comprehension of spirits, he was unfit to perceive the power or mystery of the stone statue. Just ambiguously attempting to imagine its power in his brain made his soul enormously exhausted, leaving him somewhat dazed. Henceforth, he promptly pulled out his gaze

"Father…"

Ezra Zephyr looked towards Mirza Zephyr. Could the solution to the gordian knot of his missing 8 gates be found here? He pondered

Mirza Zephyr's demeanour became more grave as he looked at the ancient statue on the stone stage and said.

"My son, this is the god we worship, its name is Fenrisulfr. Just like the prophecy of the Brown Mane Family, a certain ancient secret has been passed down in our Red Werewolf Family. It says that an unrivalled spirit is concealed in this mysterious statue that can flourish the Red Werewolf family for uncountable years

The key to this spirit is the blood of our Red Wolf family's successor. Albeit each successive king has come here trying to get that incredible spirit with his blood, but each and every one of them eventually failed."

After saying that, the king looked towards his son Ezra Zephyr before continuing. "That is the reason I have brought you here to check whether you can reveal this great secret. If you are able to get it, not only you will open your 8 gates but the entire world will bow before you."

"Huhh?"

Ezra Zephyr looked at the mysterious statue of the wolf in awe. He had never expected that such a mysterious secret had been passed down in their royal family.

"Do it now, my son. Pour your blood in that bowl over there, your father has faith in you"

Mirza Zephyr said with a smile as he tapped Ezra Zephyr's shoulders.

Ezra Zephyr took inhaled a deep breath and exhaled after a few moments. His heart was thumping like a drum, however, he was able to summon his boldness and tramped onto the stone stage before seating himself in front of a bowl that had numerous types of imprints on it.

He took out a little sharp blade and gritted his teeth as he got it across his wrist. Fresh blood quickly streamed out and fell on the bowl with ancient imprints.

In the time of mere few seconds, the imprinted bowl on the stone stage started to glow with the colour of blood red.

Outside the stone stage, Mirza Zephyr watched this scene with eyes filled with nervousness as he unconsciously clenched his fists tightly

As Ezra Zephyr felt the streaming fresh blood, his young and fairly insightful face immediately turned significantly paler. His relentless look was fixed on the confounded glowing bowl while his heart was thunderously beaten

"This is my chance, I will change everything…"

Ezra Zephyr firmly gritted his teeth and endured the influxes of wooziness that battered his psyche. Right now, the memory of his mom, Tania Inviastus, vomiting blood surfaced before his eyes, making a surge of piercing agony spread in his heart.

"For the wellbeing of I, mother's wellbeing was incredibly impacted and her life expectancy was cut! As far as I might be concerned, my father suffered a deadly wound on his face from Duke Brown Mane

My spirit was taken, my body and 8 gates were damaged and thunder curse gnaws at my life! The Bloodfang Kingdom is a mess inside while peril lurks outside. We hazard being toppled any time.

I need to change all of this. I need to assist the mother with recovering her lost life span and the father recovering his goals. I have to guarantee that my people no longer need to worry or be afraid. I need to reclaim all that I have lost. Please help me O God Fenrisulfr"

Wails suddenly rang out in Ezra Zephyr's heart. In that brief instant, the Werewolf Prince's body appeared to shake fiercely, as though an enraged and unresigned dragon roar was reverberating from the deepest recesses of his body.

Buzz!

It was at this very moment that blinding light detonated from the bloodied bowl. The light merged like a night and quickly gulped Ezra Zephyr inside.

This abrupt development made Mirza Zephyr be paralyzed. He quickly looked towards his son and watched in shock as Ezra Zephyr vanished into thin air.