Chapter 317: Dead Men

Chapter 317: Dead Men

In one of the many halls of the Royal Palace, many figures dressed in dark leather armor laid prostrated on the ground at the King's feet, with their faces on the floor, in silence.

The Shadow Guards failed at their mission, failed at protecting the precious offspring of the three Guardians.

They were supposed to follow them from afar and protect them in case anything went wrong, however things went bad and fell apart way too quickly.

In just the short five minutes they took to get close, the great majority of the young warriors lost their lives in the most brutal of ways, being torn apart and devoured, piece by piece, while still conscious.

The men fought bravely, but against such a force it was hopeless.

When the Shadows saw it, they went mad and obliterated all the monsters in a matter of seconds.

Armored Orcs? So what? They could crush bones with their bare hands. Fingers like claws and hands as spears, the elite force tore apart the beasts without sustaining a single casualty.

Even the immensely powerful Ogre, after getting jumped by more than ten Shadows at once, was like a young calf amid a pack of hungry lions.

Piece by piece they tore its flesh and skin, dismembering and disemboweling

But for what? The battle was already over, andthey lost. Their mission was crystal clear and yet Only three among the younger generation returned back to the city, from dozens that left, and even those were already on the verge of death.

The three were Arron, Ron, and Tabbris. They were the strongest, most resilient among them, with the best tools and armor, but when outnumbered ten to one, that didn't matter.

Not the Shadows lay at King's feet, begging to be punished.

"Arron!" Ulrich Aust burst into the room seconds later, nearly throwing the doors off their hinges as he entered, and ran to the bed on which his oldest son laid.

"My boy," he cried as he fell on his knees beside the bed, "Look how they massacred my boy!"

Soon Razor Northendark and Crag Carre also came, wearing the same somber expressions.

Tabbris' father couldn't take it to look at his son in such a state and closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, holding back his boiling emotions. He completely disregarded everyone in the room, including the King.

At the moment he couldn't even look the man in the face, afraid he might lose it.

"Please, Your Majesty!" Crag Carre threw himself on the floor and kowtowed, "Please, save my son!"

But he got no response from the man he looked up to so much, which hurt even more than getting his please rejected.

Then the last of the four came, Guardian of the East, Ewat Holt. With one look he realized the severity of the situation. And for once he was glad his oldest offspring stayed back home, instead of joining in this insanity.

The three laying there on the beds were dead men, there was no doubt about it. Even the King, with all his magical powers, couldn't save them.

There was just one thing in the entire Kingdom that could maybe give them some hope. But Ewat was certain it was too precious to be wasted before the last battle even began. It was something that only the Royal family had access to.

"He surely wouldn't use waste it on those three, right?" Ewat Holt murmured to himself. But one look at His majesty's expression told him everything.

"He woul-"