Chapter 30 Shattered Seal
Chapter 30
Alpha Vexhood's POV.
I hit the floor very hard, the impact knocking the breath out of me.
“Hu..gh.”
I let out a low groan and grabbed my back with one arm, while my other hand held my aching shoulder.
A stabbing pulse pounded behind my eyes as if something dangerous was trying to crawl out of my skull determined to do only one thing: tear it apart.
“What just happened?” I asked myself and looked around probably if I was in the wrong room. In the presence of the gods or somewhere else.
Before I could think through, Crimson Ravenant released another burst. My totem… my sacred totem… skidded across the floor. A strange sparkle enveloped it, one I have never experienced before.
I held my forehead in pain from my earlier impact with the floor. A sharp needle like pain surges through my spine. My vision blurred slightly. I quickly shook it away.
Then I saw it. Like I was dreaming,
my breath froze for a moment.
The Golden Seal Of Asheteroth, once a flawless circle of authority where nothing impure could move closer or dare touch, shattered into pieces across the floor.
Smoke with hissing sound coiled off their remains lying helplessly on the floor.
Each one of them had been damaged and ruined, as though a sledge hammer had been used to deliberately smash them into pieces.
“Abhorrence… This is nothing but pure Abhorrence!” The words escaped from my lips with a strong force.
“Nooo …. This can't be…”
I staggered to my feet, regardless of the pain surging through me. The chamber was hardly difficult to recognize.
A section of the altars collapsed. The chambers where scrolls are kept were burning up too. The ancient parchment which was older than the kingdom itself, I mean my forefathers all leaked up in fire.
If I wait a minute longer, the heart of my lineage. The tabernacle of the gods will be destroyed and …
I pulled off my robe, I tossed it into the flame to smother it.
Stay down!” I growled under my breath. Slapping my robe against any ember.
“Not today…. Not under my watch!” I said repeatedly.
Heat from stubborn fire surged into my palm, but I kept striking, choking the flame with anything my hand could find.
The flames surges back viciously turning into more fire.
“Yield, Damn you!” I commanded as if I was exorcising a spirit.
Through desperation, I took the ancient clay pot of the goddess of the moon. The water in it. Even dirt from the crack floor, I gathered all of them and slammed against the furious embers.
Regardless of the smoke that stung my eyes and persistent cough that followed, I paid little attention to them.
“This… place… as…” I spoke between breaths, “…stood… more… than my father's… reign… I will not … watch it fall into ruin.”
I used my feet to stamp out the little embers on the floor. Thankfully, I was with my pair of sandals.
I did this for a few minutes before everything was finally put off.
The smoke permeated the room. I saw the scroll, the partially ruined altar soaked in soot.
One thing I was happy about was that the ember had died down. I quickly staggered to where the window was and had to close two windows at the sides of the shrine so as not to alert any of my servants.
Thankfully, none of them was aware; otherwise, they would have been banging on the door and looking for a way into the shrine.
I breathed heavily, like a young alpha who had just had a good time with his mate on their mating ceremony night.
Sweat trickled down my face. The whole room was soaked up in smoke. I could hardly see anything, only the pounding of my heart beat echoed into my ears.
I managed to crawl to the end of the room where my chair stood.
I sat on it trying to re-imagine what had just happened. This is nothing but a disaster. A complete abomination.
“Is this a dream?” I muttered to myself in the quiet room, “even if it is, who dares to challenge me, even in the dream, and irreparable defeat of a lifetime.”
I opened the window blind which I had shut against myself earlier to check if none of my servants were loitering about. Thankfully, it came to my mind that the dawn had not yet broken even though the embarrassment that looked like the sun beaming down on Stormfang pack had refused to set.
It came to mind that it was still night. My quick journey to Alpha Jax had been nothing but a complete disaster.
Can the gods be protecting that idiot? Never? The gods that watched , while his father begged for death on his own bed?
While I cut every piece of him and fed it to those very gods as lunch till he passed on? I laughed inwardly.
My totem too, it was snapped out of my hand? That had never happened .
Oh! Maybe the gods had fortified him when he went to the seven mountains and warned him to behave like a weakling .
I can see now that was what gave him the boldness to challenge me in the presence of the pack.
I stood up on my feet,
and matched the floor, and beat my chest.
“I think I will have to fight Jax with both my physical and metaphysical might.”