23 Amos Krashal

The Royal Palace is a holy place and one of the most sanctified locations of the Western Region. Within it, the direct descendants of the Krashal Family reside with the most important figures in the Nation.

Contrary to what most think, the true leader of the Krashal Family was not the King.

From a forgotten era that outlived the King by many years. Their names are unknown in Fantasia but they undoubtedly stand at the pinnacle of the world. The rare few who know of them can wholeheartedly attest to this fact.

At the very top of the Royal Palace, was a small, minimalist room lacking in tables, chairs or any other basic objects. Only three wooden mats were solemnly placed in the most conspicuous area.

The room did not contain a speck of dust and was brightly illuminated in a light that was not normal to the world below it. Perched up high into the sky, drifting clouds could be seen from a platform connected to the room. The taste of fresh air circulated in abundant amounts from the outside, engulfing one's nose and lungs.

The wooden mats were placed right in front of the platform, and traces of white mist entered through and glided along the floor. Looking down from it, the bottom of the Earth could not be seen by the naked eye.

On each of the wooden mats sat three saintly-looking figures. They were facing the open sky with closed eyes, seemingly in deep meditation.

The one in the middle had long, unblemished white hair of the finest color. The two beside him had shorter hair of the same quality. They were all dressed in the same, spotless white overall, looking seamless with the clouds surrounding the room. The wrinkles on their faces spoke clearly of their seniority.

"Enter."

An ancient voice sounded out from the figure in the middle.

From thin air, a man appeared behind them. Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click www.novelhall.com for visiting.

The man who came in had a stoic poise, but his dark, red hair and deadly sharp eyes fabricated an aura that was all too arrogant, too domineering and too terrifying. He was wearing extremely extravagant clothes befitting of a King, and his bulging muscles could not be hidden underneath them. They were a display of testament to his deep, underlying strength. His large, herculean body was in direct contrast to the three elders' thinly figures. Yet, he immediately tensed when appearing in their presence.

He was Ral Krashal, the current Krashal King.

"Father." Ral made a slight bow towards the figure in the middle.

"First Uncle. Second Uncle." He proceeded to pay his respects to the two beside him.

In the split-second Ral's head was tilted down, the three ancestors had somehow turned around in an instant to face him. The mist shrouding their faces evaporated away.

"Ral, it's rare for you to visit."

"It's been a while dear nephew."

The two elders on the left and right adopted a kind guise, greeting him in an amiable voice.

"What is it, son?" Amos Krashal remained stern and expressionless. His voice was profound, far more than the other three in the room. Based on this alone, he could be interpreted as the one in control here.

"A concerning matter. I don't dare disturb the ancestors for no reason."

Amos did not say anything, signaling him to continue. He had an uninterested look on his face, evidently unperturbed.

Ral continued, "tensions are rising. There is a stirring In the east especially, the Rokkudon Family seem to be making their moves."

"..."

"Is that all?" Amos nonchalantly said.

"Although we have recently taken full control of the Heavenly Land, the other Royal Families have already established themselves for thousands of years longer than us. If they choose to attack, I am afraid we will not be a match for any of them."

His First Uncle barked out, "gah! If it wasn't for those damn bastards we had to fight for all this time, our Krashal Family would have already conquered the world."

"It was only by a lucky chance they obtained the Heavenly Land first! Even so, we were able to fight them to a stalemate for so long. Serves that damned Family right for getting wiped out in the end!" The Second Uncle added in.

Over the millenniums of fighting against the old Royal Family, they were the generation that surrendered and lost in shame. All the hopes of their predecessors were on their shoulders, and they were the ones who had to bear the burden of letting them all down. A deep scar was left in their hearts, one that was not healed easily with time.

"Enough." A soul-stirring command shook through the air. The two elders immediately shut up and threw away their anger, restoring composure. They were the most authoritative figures in the Krashal Family but behaved like children when Amos spoke. For all three in the room, he was held in supreme respect and his words were purely indisputable.

"Have you two no shame? Don't forget, it wasn't us who defeated them. We lost. Like dogs, we already hid out tails away." Amos reminded them in an authoritative tone. He spoke neither fast or slow and was completely calm, unlike his two elder brothers. Suddenly, a profound force erupted from his back, shooting out into the sky. His voice turned many times more powerful. "Don't take credit for something we didn't do." Outside, the clouds split apart and evaporated into nothingness.

"..."

"You have no need to concern yourself over the other Royal Families. Focus on building our strength for now. We will never be defeated. As long as I'm still alive." Amos' eyes gleamed in a dangerous light, his aura penetrating through Ral's in an instant and sending a chill down everyone's spines.

Amos was the Krashal King when they were defeated by the Royal Family, but there was a fact that could not be ignored.

Through each generation of Krashals, their chances of beating the Royal Family were always diminishing. The Royal Family at the time continued to rise in strength at a pace surpassing that of the Krashals. When it got to Amos' era, the outcome was already foretold. Over thousands of years, the gap between the two families' power had reached a tipping point. The Krashals were no longer worthy opponents.

But somehow, they defied all logic.

In that era, the Krashals came the closest ever to defeating the Royal Family, even when compared to the early times when the two Families were narrowly matched in strength. Rising from the ashes, they exhibited the greatest battles the Western Region has ever seen.

Their explosive success, all of it was contributed to the man named Amos.