Harem Of Thrones 21 The Trail

In a flash, Drakos wasted no time and used his Phantasm Battle-Axe-Scythe, he was so fast that a sonic boom soundwave blasted off from his feet and the rocky ground below cracked and rumbled.

"Huh!?" The boy holding a knife to Kara's neck was shocked by the sheer speed of Drakos. His eyes widen in disbelief. Before he could slit Kara's throat, Drakos actives his Demon Eyes, a demon skull sigil with an X-mark in the middle appeared in one of his eyes. His eye was now glowing a dark red and shadow-black color.

The boy who held Kara looks down and realizes he wasn't holding anyone! It was an illusion the whole time. Drakos Demon Eyes had fooled the boy who dared to a.s.sault his little sister by creating a illusion clone of Kara.

'How is that possible! What sorcery is this!?' The masked boy was caught off guard by his shock and didn't see the scythe blade of Drakos Phantasm aimed at his neck.

"Never attempt to touch my sister ever again," Drakos tightly gripes his Phantasm handle and pressed his Phantasm's scythe blade against the masked boy's neck, the powerful Qi energy of his Phantasm cuts his neck and blood leaks down from his neck, his mouth mask is burnt and disintegrates by the blue and black-shadow mana flames of Drakos' Phantasm.

'That was so fast I didn't even see him move an inch!' Reza looks at Drakos who had just protected Kara who was unharmed by the a.s.sailant. Actually, her neck was never cut nor was she grabbed by the boy. Drakos Demon Eye illusion powers had protected Kara before she was even taken hostage.

The now unmasked boy dashes away into the corner of an alley and disappears. He looked like he was about to p.i.s.s himself in fear of Drakos powerful dark Phantasm and Demon Eye powers.

Drakos went to follow after the a.s.sailant but was quickly stopped by Reza.

"You can't. Didn't you want to keep a low profile?" Reza reminded Drakos.

"Are you blind?! That b.a.s.t.a.r.d tried to kill Kara. There is no way I am letting him go!" Drakos pushes off Reza's hands. He wanted to figure out who was dumb enough to attack his own sister, for some reason he had a gut feeling it was Seron, 'That f.u.c.king c.u.n.t I am going to kill him,' Drakos gritted his teeth and unleashes even more Qi and Mana from his body into his Phantasm.

"Wait, brother, she is right, remember the Queen of the Phoniex Kingdom still wants you executed we can't let you be discovered," Kara informed Drakos as she touches her neck. She sees no blood on her fingertips. She was amazed at Drakos' magical abilities.

'How was brother able to trick that a.s.sa.s.sin? What powers does he really have?' Kara glances over at Drakos and gulps, she loved her brother, but his new dark powers kind of freaked her out.

"Thank you for saving me, brother, I owe you one," Kara says with a stern and thankful face.

"Next time be on guard and more alert," Drakos absorbs his Phantasm back into his body, a wispy wind sound was heard as his Battle-Ax-Scythe Phantasm enters his body. It was like his weapon was one with his body. The higher Cultivation Form of his Phantasm must be a Legendary Form. Currently, his Phantasm Cultivation Form was Demon Tier 1. However, a Demon Phantasm was a rare variation of Phantasm and more powerful than a Heroic Phantasm, but with a cost. Demon Phantasm drains more Qi and Mana than any other Phantasm and the weapons own dark soul and bloodl.u.s.t were infinite.

Drakos could feel the surge of dark Qi and Mana flow through his veins, even though he had a Heroic System his bloodline was the complete opposite. It was like his body was a fusion of light and darkness.

'This surge of dark demonic powers is increasing my strength, agility, and stamina, but it really freaking hurts to contain this much Dark Qi and Mana, I have to find a way to quickly control my Primordial Demon powers,' Drakos gripes at his forearms, his Harem Seal tattoo arrow marks were glowing with dark Qi energy.

"Are you okay brother?" Both ask Kara and Reza with worry in their angelic eyes.

"Yeah..." Drakos still thinks about the person who attacks Kara, he wasn't just going to let them off the hook so easily. He could already sense the attackers scent from a mile away due to his strong sense of smell and overall heighten senses of his Primordial Demon bloodline. He planned to look for the attacker after he was done with The Trial in his Academy. He would also make his choice if he should join The Order or instead make his own clan and join a Guild.

Drakos walks pa.s.s the golden main entrance gates of the Golden Crest Academy. The Academy building looked like the most prestigious building in the entire village.

Drakos, Kara, and Reza pa.s.s through a large steel double-door and entered inside the Academy building.

"I will be watching from above," Reza said to Drakos as she points a the stadium where the Trial would take place. There were about four marble Pillars surrounding a golden giant steel bowel that had flames bursting out in the middle. A sort of ceremony torch.

A bunch of Cultivator and Magus students line up. They were all wearing high-cla.s.s forged armor and combat gear like leather gloves and boots. Each of their gear and armor was filled with magical glyphs that boosted up their mana and qi during combat. The Magus students mostly wore leather jackets and robes while the Cultivators wore combat armor. Drakos was clearly unprepared for such an epic event. Some students started to chuckle and laugh at Drakos poorboy attire. He was just wearing a black combat jacket and black boots, it was simple as it gets for a Cultivator. This was a Trial to see all the young cultivators true powers and abilities. A way to awaken their Animis(Derived from: Animism).

Seron and Harry were seen in the line of students. They were the ones mostly laughing at Drakos and Kara with snide stuck up faces. In this Academy they were prodigies, Seron was a high tier Cultivator and Harry was a Magus who used Fire Magic. Seron wanted to win the Knights Tournament in order to officially become a Knight and enlist in the Knights Guard which worked directly in the order of the King and Queen of the Phoneix Kingdom. If you are granted this t.i.tle you immediately become one of the Greatest Knights in Zareth. Drakos had defeated Seron and taken his only chance to become a Knights Guard. He must have been still bitter after losing so badly in front of everyone.

Drakos lines up next to a very beautiful young girl who was the same age as him. She had long dark silver hair and sharp silver eyes, her pale skin was well taken care of. Her face was doll-like and flawless looking, there were no imperfections seen anywhere on her body or face. It was like she was a Holy Maiden.

Kara lines up beside Drakos and notices him staring at the girl cultivator next to him. Her emerald eyes squint with jealousy.

By accident, Kara trips on a nearby rock and slightly b.u.mps Drakos onto the girl with silver hair.

'What the h.e.l.l!?' Drakos is annoyed by his sister clumsiness.

He drops his grimoire.

"Oh my, here you dropped this," The silver young beauty bends down quickly picks up his grimoire and hands it over to Drakos.

"Thanks," Drakos takes his grimoire from the silver-haired girl cultivator with a smirk.

"No problem. My name Silva," She kindly smiles and reaches out her hands for Drakos to shake.

"Hey don't touch my sister you freak!" Seron angrily slaps away Drakos' hand.

Everyone stops laughing and the whole Trial Room is silent.