In Deryliaâs memory, she was among dragons and was even having a taboo romantic relationship with one of these dragons.
Although, from the context, both lions and dragons didnât show much approval for this relationship.
There was also the fact that she somehow got pregnant. A Primordial lioness, pregnant with what most in the universe would consider an anomaly, for a dragon.
Kael wasnât yet sure of what eventually happened to Derylia and her child, but it seemed there might be some continuation in Noelâs memories.
Kael pulled his rod out of NâbayĂ© and lay down next to her. The both of them were currently lying in the center of the magic clearing surrounded by six trees.
Despite how open this place was, there had never been anyone who accidentally wandered into it. The power of magic was simply marvelous.
NâbayĂ© snuggled up, resting her head on Kaelâs broad chest, unaware of the thoughts flowing through his head.
âOur blood wishes to see our demise,â Kael quoted Noel in his mind, âWhat does that mean? He also called it âThe abominationâ and said something about âMy Predecessorâs Mistakes.â
His direct predecessor would be Derylia.â
Kael sighed, feeling an illusory headache coming up. He felt a sense of urgency.
Who was the victor of that war, and who was the one who came out on top?
If the lions had won, he wouldnât have been born on this wild world.
If the dragons had won, they would have carried out their goal to wipe out the lion race.
The lion race still existed, so the dragons didnât win. But none could say that the lion race won either.
There was still a lack of information.
Kael was beginning to wonder about the significance of what he was doing in this world. He hadnât even taken over the mountain fully.
âThe mountain,â
Kael got up, leaving NâbayĂ© behind and walking into the forest.
Flames washed over him, briefly lighting up his position and burning away all the sticky substance on him.
He walked for a few minutes, covering some distance before he stopped.
"Show yourself," Kael said, his voice spreading out as a telepathic wave.
Soon, a large wolf appeared out of the darkness. Grey fur and a muscular body indicated that this was a War Wolf.
"So YOU are Bibi IV?" Kael said as the wolf got closer.
"Yes, I am. Did you mistake me for someone else?" The wolf said, sounding a little bit annoyed.
Kael deliberately ignored the tone in which this wolf spoke. There were originally eight large wolves.
Three of them were fire wolves, two were war wolves, one was a spirit wolf, one was a veggie wolf, and one was an ice wolf.
One of the war wolves had died in the fight against the water snake. The ice wolf was none other than Bibi V, Bibi IIIâs daughter. The veggie wolf was the green wolf that served as Bibi IIIâs assistant.
Kael assumed that one of the three fire wolves was Bibiâs son, he was wrong.
Bibi IV was the second war wolf.
"I thought wolves usually gave birth in litters. How come thereâs only you two?" Kael asked with a provocative grin on his face.
Bibi IV scoffed, "Letâs get down to business, please." He could only try his best to be respectful while holding on to his ego.
Left to him, he wouldnât be here if it wasnât necessary.
"Okay," Kael folded his arms as he slowly circled around the wolf, "So you want to become the leader of the Bibi clan, how wonderful.
But wonât you have to defeat your father?"
"Look, stop beating around the bush okay? You were the one who sneakily told me that you could help me become the leader." Bibi IV frowned and said.
"Yes yes yes, I did." Kael laughed. "A little bird told me about your desire. I just have a question before we proceed.
Youâre the heir, next in line to inherit the leadership position. Why would you want to conspire to take it earlier than it should be."
Bibi IV calmed down, shaking his head, he said, "Thatâs what everyone on the outside thinks.
I was supposed to be next in line, that was until my sister was born and became an ice wolf. My father has favored her ever since.
My sister has a higher chance of becoming the clan leader than me. The funny thing is that the small pack leaders will follow whatever my father says, after all, he is their benefactor.
Another thing you guys are forgetting is that my father is already a tier 3 wolf and has a longer lifespan. By the time heâs old and ready to hand over his position, I would already be long dead.
I canât wait, I want to be in charge as soon as possible."
"Hmm," Kael placed his fingers on his sharp chin, feigning thoughtfulness. "Itâs not like I canât help you, but what do I get in return." He asked.
"Oh please, I could already guess that you never had good intentions for my father. He too never had good intentions for you. Donât act like youâre going to be doing me a favor." Bibi IV said, annoyed.
"I AM doing you a favor. I could kill your father, then kill you. Or do you think you can stop me?" Kael asked with a malicious smile as his golden eyes stared at the wolf intensely.
Bibi IV shivered slightly but didnât say anything.
"Hereâs whatâs going to happen. I will work on a way to kill your father, then you will take over from him.
However, your clan and all the wolves in it are to come under my rule as soldiers for the wolf soldier caste.
After that, you shall be given the title of Leader of Wolf Soldiers. You may not understand its significance now but thatâs not important.
Is that understood?"
Kael reached down to touch the head of the war wolf. He ran his fingers through the grey fur and scratched the back of his neck like he was a dog.
He wanted to bargain but found that he had no way to do so. Kael may have been the one to initiate the idea but he also held all the power.
"If you donât value the position you can say so. If you donât value your life, you can let me know right now." Kael said. The golden claws at the end of his fingers almost penetrated Bibi IVâs skin.
"I understand," Bibi IV said with the straightest face he could muster.
A Primordial Record screen appeared in front of Bibi IV. The wolf, not putting up any resistance, had his identity mark added to the list.
Kael laughed then took his hand off the wolfâs neck. "See, that wasnât so hard. Itâs a win-win situation.
And we are sure to win because I have something Bibi III doesnât have. I have someone on the inside, I have you."
With that, Kael walked away, heading back to where he came from. Bibi IV stared at his back wearily, contemplating the decision he just made.
But he had no choice, if he didnât look for a way now, his father would end up giving the position to his junior sister. And if that didnât happen, he would just die without achieving anything while his father remains the leader.
The leadership position was just too tempting to let go. The kind of privileges that came with it were worth staging a coup for.
âThey will understand.â Bibi IV said to himself.
As Kael walked, he shook his head, âGreed, no matter the race, will always prevail.
As long as it works out in my favor, Iâm not complaining."
The satisfied smile on his face was wiped clean as he snapped his head back to stare at the sky.
Right there, up in the sky, there was a white flash, like a crack. It went just as soon as it came, but Kael saw it very clearly.
He had a feeling of familiarity come over him as if something was calling him. Before he could hold on to that feeling, it went away.
A confused expression appeared on Kaelâs face as he looked at the clouds, waiting for something to happen, but everything remained still.
Kael sighed, something big was going to happen, he had a gut feeling about it. He just didnât know when it would happen.
He continued on his way to the cave. There he saw that most of the lionesses were still resting.
Katari sat up once Kael came close and Kael walked to her.
"It is time for us to begin, Iâm going to need you, especially at this time," Kael said.
Katari nodded rather quickly, feeling excited all of a sudden.
"Hereâs what we are going to doâŠ"
Meanwhile, up on the mountain, Bibi III was busy having a conversation with someone who was supposed to be his enemy.
And the main topic in this discussion was none other than Kael.
This very night, the atmosphere became unusually filled with the stench of treachery.