Chapter 79 - Young Master (2)

"How dare—."

Shhkk!!

Randell couldn't continue to curse at the servant who pierced his sword to Randell's mother because the leader's servant pulled out the sword that made his mother's blood spurt out of her back.

"Mother!" Randell shouted as he supported his mother, who was losing strength to stand.

He could also feel her warm blood flowing out and soaking into his clothes.

"N-no! Mother!" he hoarsely said.

"Ran—."

His mother couldn't even say her final words before she passed away, eyes wide open.

"I've been waiting for the leader to lose interest in her. Now is the time I can kill her." The servant stated, as he looked down at the lifeless mistress of their leader. He had been suppressing his anger toward the mistress for years and wanted her death.

Although the servant keeps talking with a slur and some wolves also gather around them, Randell ignores them as his ears lose the ability to hear everything else around him. It was like his surroundings vanished and all he could see was his lifeless mother.

"N-no, no.. no." He couldn't accept the sudden death of his mother, which made him tremble, and due to his rage, his heartbeat beat faster than normal as it pounded loudly enough that even the wolves around them could hear it like a drum. 

dug, dug, dug

His pack members were taken aback by hearing the loud pounding of Randell's heart.

They cautiously made a distance away from the weeping child, except for the servant, who was still not satisfied by killing the mistress and also aimed for the child's life.

He pointed his sword at Randell's neck and smiled viciously at him. 

"Don't worry, you'll join your mother soo-." He couldn't finish what he was about to say because Randell's eyes, which were menacingly looking straight at him, made his body shiver in fear, and the child's gaze had become highly intimidating, making him feel nauseous.

He backed away, still pointing his sword toward him.

"Y-you lowly bastard! Stop glaring at me! "

"W-Why do you have to kill her?" Randell asked, with a mixture of anger and despair in his expression. 

"Just die, kid!"

The servant gathers all the remaining braveness in him and swings his sword to slice off the neck of Randell.

Clang!

Tang!

"Impossible!" the servant shouted in disbelief after witnessing his sword shatter into pieces after Randell bit the sword that was supposed to cut off his head.

The sword broke, and Randell's eyes glowed with gold.

Grrrr

The servant growled as he instantly transformed into his wolf form, cautious of the possibility that the child was finally experiencing his first berserk transformation. 

"Let's kill you before you can fully transform!"

The servant gritted his teeth and revealed his claws. He kicked off the ground, running straight to the mother and son. 

He carefully lays his mother's lifeless body on the ground and plans to shield her from the werewolf attack, which he doesn't know how to evade.

He is confused by his mother's death and the sudden changes to his body. 

His still loudly pounding heart doubles the speed of his heartbeat as he breathes heavily because of the sudden changes happening to his body. Although it is not yet physically obvious, he could feel the changes happening inside of him.

"You—."

Before he could talk to the servant, the werewolf appeared too close to him, his claws only an inch from his face. He closed his eyes and clenched his eyes, waiting for his end, but again, nothing happened to him.

He slowly reopens his eyes to check what made the servant stop his attack, but the rusty and fishy smell of blood overwhelms his nose before he can see the surroundings. 

"W-What happened? I only closed my eyes for a few seconds. " He shakingly asked himself as he saw the tall mansion that the werewolves lived in was now in ruin and some parts of it were still crumbling down. Blood splattered around as the dark red color of it covered the entire ground with the corpses of the werewolves swimming on it. The servant that was about to attack him had his body chopped and scattered around where he lay with his mother.

"T-this? What's going on? " He asked himself again, as there was no other living being around but him.

He looked at his hands that were also painted with blood, then he fell into his butt once he saw his reflection in the cracked glass he randomly walked into.

He is half naked; only his pants remain in tact. His body also changed and no longer looked as fragile as it used to be.

He grew noticeably taller, and his body became well-fit with muscles that he regarded as appropriate for his age.

"Did I go berserk? I killed everyone?" he shakingly asked himself, as he feared that the moment he waited for would become a nightmare. 

"N-no, there's no way I can kill them! First, the berserker is weaker than the adult werewolves. There's no way I did this! There is no way! Adults know how to suppress the first berserker! It's impossible that I killed them all!"

He stood up and ran around the area and into the crumbling mansion, but everyone was killed brutally, with their flesh looking like they had been slashed and clawed.

He gathered all the cores of his pack members that were left beside the corpses and placed them around his lifeless mother.

He endlessly cried while gathering it all.

He tried his best to remain sane, and he finally went back to where his mother was and sat beside her with the pile of cores around them.

"Mother? What should I do now? " 

He asked, even though he knew his mother could no longer respond to him.

"What's the sense of gaining the abilities and powers of wolves if I am left alone?"

He curled up into a ball close to his mother and slowly closed his eyes.

"Should I go and kill myself too?" He hugged his knees, he said bitterly.

"But mother..."

Tears heavily flowed from his eyes again. 

"Everything is scary."

He closed his eyes even though sleep was not there to visit him.

He just closed his eyes, hoping that when he woke up, like he did before, the nightmare would end.

He closed his eyes just to escape the reality. 

Hours passed and he refused to open his eyes as his body became numbed from curling into a ball for such a time.

"Hmm?"

His eyes felt a sudden extreme brightness around him that made his eyes reflexively open up.

"W-what?" He jolted up from shock and looked around him.

His pack members' cores should have dissipated less than an hour after the body of the cores dies, but strangely, the cores remain whole and are now glowing brightly and some are floating around Randell.

He crouched down next to his mother and was about to lift her up so he could move her away from the unusual behavior of the cores.

"No!" he shouted once his mother's core left its body and joined the other cores swirling around in the air.

"Mother! Ack!" He tried to catch the core with his hands, but once he reached for his mother's hand, the core was absorbed into his skin.

"N-no!" He tried to pluck the core out of his hands, which resulted in him hurting himself.

drip drip drip 

He hurt himself so badly that some of his blood dripped down into the passing core.

bbbrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

"Aaaaa!"

Randell shouted in shock.

The cores started to crazily vibrate and gathered around him. It also glowed more than it was before, and it was so bright that his eyes couldn't take it anymore.

"What is happening?" After the glow dissipated, the core, one by one, went inside Randell's body.

"No! Wait! Hey! Stop! "

He shouted as he tried to avoid the cores trying to invade his body, but it was useless. A swarm of cores flew towards him like an ocean wave. He was drowned as he could feel all the soul that was being absorbed into his body and turning into his power.

He can't do anything and just wait for all the cores to be absorbed. He doesn't feel any pain, but the outcome of the situation is something he doesn't look forward to.

"Is this what the prophet means, that I'll be the most powerful? because I absorbed a hundred cores?" he exhaustively stated.

"You don't want that?"

flinched!

Randell looked around him as someone was suddenly talking to him, but it was his voice.

"You looked stupid, looking around like that." His voice spoke while making fun of him.

"Did I end up crazy?"

"That's hilarious if you do." His voice laughed loudly.

No, it's more that he laughed loudly, but he felt like it was not him.

He said to himself after watching the last piece of core enter his chest: "I really go crazy."