The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

Fenrir sighed in disbelief. "A monster indeed" he said to himself.

"Boy, did you remember all the symbols of the pentagon formula?" Fenrir asked.

"Yes, I memorized all." The prince boldly claimed.

"Now carve it into a chant, how you do it is all up to you. The symbols can only be felt by the same attribute user, which means they are not letters readable for everyone. Choose a chant, that will activate the spell and carve that pentagon in that spell chant." Fenrir guided

"What kind of chant, any suggestion?"

"No boy, it's all up to you as I said earlier. You will be the one who will use that spell, not me. See the characteristics of the spell and imagine yourself performing it. Now think of words suitable for chant"

Ezra squinted his eyes, the pentagon of spell was projected in front of him. After pondering for quite a while, he murmured "Answer Your Master".

~WHOOOSSSHH~

The entire pentagon and the formula on it became vivid, instead of the pentagon, those 3 words echoed in Ezra's mind.

The fusion of the formula into the words was completed. Thus, creating a mythical spell that will make even necromancers tremble in fear.

Ezra took a deep breath and stood up. "I've done it Fenrir, anything else you request this prince to do?" Ezra teased the wolf.

"Shut up, cocky cunt" The Monstrous Wolf of Norse retorted and continued right after. "Now that the spell and chant are complete, choose a name for it."

"I'll call it Fenrir's Blessing" Ezra Zephyr didn't pay a second to answer.

"What!" Astounded wolf uttered.

"This spell is your gift, so it will own your name as well. After all, we share life and death now. Aren't we, my friend?" The prince said with a smile, it was the genuine smile that Fenrir has ever felt.

Fenrir replied "Me! A friend of yours? The sheer thought of 'how ignorant a kobold prince can be' makes me puke. You are nothing but a pawn in my plans"

"Hahaha, you wannabe god, that was a nice one" The prince laughed. They both can feel each other's emotions, regardless of the words, they both knew what the other is feeling.

After successfully learning Fenrir's Blessing, Ezra pivoted to Hobgoblin and Jottün, who were kneeling before him, the prince said. "Both of you, stand up."

There was a texture of dominance in his voice. "Mösü, bring me the remaining cubic spirit pills" he ordered

"As you wish Master" Mosu dashed towards the cave as he answered

The prince looked at Hobgoblin and said. "All this time I have been wondering about one thing about you"

"What is it, master?" The Hobgoblin respectfully asked.

"Your name!"

"Pardon?" The Hobgoblin was confused.

"I don't know about your name, Hobgoblin is your race's name, what's yours?"

"I apologise master but your servant does not have one" the Hobgoblin replied.

"You do not have a name?"

"I had one, but being frozen for centuries here. I can not recall my name, my memories of the past are not intact except the memories of me mastering the whip."

"I remember his name" the voice of Fenrir came to Ezra's mind.

Ezra hmmed and tap on Hobgoblin's shoulder. "From now onwards, your name is Didara"

Hobgoblin's eyes widened "Di... Didara!" A Flash of memories rushed into his mind. His eyes turned watery, he controlled his sobbing and replied. "Thank you... Master"

"Don't cry, Didara. I'll only need strong men, not crybabies." Ezra strictly stopped, no compassion or leniency was shown in his gestures.

Ezra gave a tentative look over his shoulder and said to a certain someone"Did you get them all?"

"Yes master, your slave brought all the cubic pills containing martial spirits." The Jottün answered.

The two boxes were brought before the prince, one had the number 6 written on it while the other had the number 7.

Ezra opened a box, there were 84 6th grade spirit cubes.

"Show me your martial spirit" the prince ordered Didara.

The Hobgoblin was shocked at first but quickly released his spirit after. 5 orbs started to rotate behind Didara.

A strange-looking demon, reddish in the skin, protruded tusks, and eight arms, each hand holding a whip.

"Your attribute is weapon enhancement, no wonder your whipping was so cruel. Pick a suitable 6th-grade spirit for yourself, you have to be more powerful for the task I'll give you." said Ezra

Didara nodded and looked for a spirit for himself, his sight landed on a cube. Inside which, was a demon.

"His current spirit is a demon as well, nice choice he made" Ezra said to himself

Didara picked up his cube and went to consume it. Meanwhile, Ezra yawned in boredom. "Fenrir, what will happen if I consume all these cubes? Now that I have you, I can see that you are a useless 1st-grade spirit."

"Feed me spirits and my grade will go up." Fenrir carelessly answered, unwilling to be provoked by Ezra's trolls.

Ezra's eyebrows frowned. "So, you mean you can also reach 8th grade."

"I can reach 9th grade and more, but it's not possible in this realm. As for the cubic pills, if you consume them all. I will reach 6th grade because cubic pills are less powerful than spirits possessing a host. 10 cubic spirit pills will be equal to a host possessing spirit." Fenrir explained.

"Let's consume them, shall we!" The prince extended his hand and picked a 6th-grade cubic pill, he swallowed it.

The spirit entered his consciousness and before long, it was devoured by Fenrir. His gigantic black mouth akin to a black hole sucked the spirit inside.

Ezra, on the other hand, didn't feel any pain, instead, he felt warmth. Chaos force flickered and slowly the warmth turned into explosive energy.

~ZHHOOOOOM~

With a huge wave of energy, the chaos force became slightly thicker and more violent. 2 orbs started to rotate behind Ezra, and he pivoted his head to look at them.

"2nd grade..." His eyes widened, and he kept looking at the new orb. He was not surprised, he was looking at them with erect excitement.

A wicked grin formed on his face when Fenrir said "Hurry up boy, the outside world is waiting for us."

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