[Wasteland]
Lord Vergo sat on his Bronze like throne while dark smokes revolved on the golden throne chair and dark eerie laughter echoed from the void.
"The scarab... Where is it?"
Vergo's red evil eyes flickered and low growls erupted from him revealing his level of laughter."Elena.. That girl escaped" He paused. "She's with the scarab"
"You seem to have become too weak over the years Vergo, you could have easily captured her" The mysterious voice from the void echoed. "You purposely let her go"
Vergo broke into a sly smile, revealing his red fangs.
"She ran straight into Appolyon, my men couldn't get her..."
Vergo replied and the voice from the void chuckled unruly.
"If you wanted to bring down Appolyon down with your own Prowess, you would..." The voice said. "What stops you?"
Vergo grinned and the silent chamber hummed with spiritual energy and his stomach rumbled.
"Eramus still lives, that is why I'm taking my time..."
Vergo said.
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Scott walked right into camp F, his newly assigned camp of residence, he had been spending some hours looking for camp F but none of the vampires in the castle had been polite to him, all had just either snubbed or looked at him with scorn. But he cared less.
He opened the grey tent and saw a dozen vampires all dressed in their training kits but all still had him the same face the rest had given him except one, the vampire who had been the friendlier one of the two royal guards who had brought him to the castle.
He smiled and looked at the bed spaces and saw a vacant one which he assumed to be his with a bag on it.
Without uttering a word, he walked in and headed towards The vacant bed space and opened the bag , there, the fairy red fitted awaited him and then, the bell sounded and In a flash, everyone trooped out.
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Okay, there was something spectacular about the castle of the supreme one he didn't believe would be there, behind the castle was a very wide green field that had hundreds of soldiers accommodated within it.
Scott was stupefied to the marrow, and who would believe that such a place could exist within the royal castle.
Was this how Neville had felt when he first arrived?
He walked towards the army who stood at attention, most could only glare at him but he didn't mind, he made his way to the back and joined them.
One thing he loved about the matching training kit he wore was the comfort and peace he felt within them.
He glanced his eyes sideways and saw the vampire who had brought him and had been his roommate but the latter didn't notice him.
A minute later, General Michel suddenly appeared, his golden Armor glimmering in the hot sun, his face showing that he meant every business.
"As you all know, Today we have another new member from the Mathias clan" He paused and looked around and his eyes fell on Scott who was at the back. "A newbie, no abilities of being a wolf... Or a demon, but his physical strength is impressive"
He stopped, maybe to catch his breath.
"Today, I want to try out his combat skills of he is truly worth being a soldier who would uphold the honor of this glorious Kingdom"
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Princess Cara watched from her balcony with keen interest as she saw General Michel give his speech and point out three vampires and then Scott.
"You really think he's gonna win against these guards?"
Silva asked and Cara smiled.
"He seems to be as strong as Neville... Maybe he can hold his own against those men"
Cara said with a grin.
Silva, apart from being her personal maid, she was also her best friend.
"You like him?"
Silva asked with worry and Cara sighed.
"No"
"Don't lie"
"Fine, yes... I do"
She finally said.
"Listen Cara, you know Neville likes you... For some reason, The Supreme one approves of him for you"
"But I don't like him... Well I do like him but not like-like I have for his brother"
Cara answered with a shrug.
"Neville is strong, the best warrior the kingdom has who has bested the best vampire, commander Michel... What else do you want from him?"
Silva asked and There was a momentary silence while Cara continued to watch the activities on the training ground.
Now she wasn't interested in the match but her mind reflected back to when she had first encountered Neville.
True, She knew Neville liked her but he was cold and merciless when he fought... She had seen him fight like a demon and she disliked it...
"Cara?"
Silva called when she got no reply.
"Watch the Silva match..."
Cara replied sternly, now getting irritated.
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Scott stepped back as the three Vampires stalked him, they meant business with their huge transformation, they all towered above him but he wasn't impressed.
He had seen his father take dozens of them easily and trash them.
One zoomed for him but his reflex kicked in and he quickly spinned and hit his first attacker in the chest and the latter went crashing into the two unsuspecting vampires meant to attack him and they were all knocked out.
Commander Michel frowned, apart from being able to tank his attack, now he was able to knock out three trained vampires with a kick..
Scott stood shocked, not that he was shocked of him defeating three vampires with a kick but for the fact that he had noticed some strange things welling within him.
Earlier, when he had blocked the commander's blow, he felt an immeasurable strength build up within him and this time, he felt it again when he attacked.
Suddenly, he felt a slight wind heading his way from behind..
Cheap attack...
He spun and this time he felt the power within him again as he stopped the sudden punch with a hand.
But that was his biggest mistake, his bones broken at the sudden impact of the punch and before he could blink, he hit the ground, almost knocked out cold with just a single punch even with his new profound strength.
A strange figure stepped above him but he couldn't see the figure since his eyes were dazed and blurry. But he could hear the shocked murmur of the army as they muttered a name.
"Neville"