-Evening hours, Castle of the First Epic-

A soldier that seemed to be wearing the casual armor of the first kingdom, stood before the first Epic and informed him about the situation. But needless to say, his armor was very close to what the knights had used, it was a different version that the Epics would make on their own to put in their army.

The Epics, many from other kingdoms, doing their works completely apart from other, lived on castles that they have raided a long time or such a short time ago. They would just participate in any form of agreement, leading them to disobey and betray the owners of dealers, or just use their power for fun and destroy everything in their way.

Becoming a contest-like thing, this had been going on for almost fifteen years.

And for now, The first Epic, Arsillo, things were getting much more out of control.

"Sir, Miron wants to see you."

Arsillo replied in a nervous, but an unsudden way,

"Miron? What's he doing here?"

"We don't know Sir, he didn't tell us anything. He only told us about that there were "things" he wanted to talk with you."

*What is this guy up to again?*

Miron appeared before the first epic without waiting for permission, and just got inside of the room like a very much ghost.

"It's been a long time, Lapus. I see you've found a new place." His voice echoed through the room, with a chilling, type of voice that would get stuck in Arsillo's head, with how much he was talking with ease with a smile and joy, but still, his voice cut like blades.

Miron approached him, with the biggest ego that a man could ever have, but with such gentlemanly steps.

Arsillo didn't want to give in to the suspicion in his voice. He just sat there calmly and tried to resonate with whatever Miron had in my mind.

"Yeah, it's been a long time, Miron. It is actually quite surprising to see you here."

He then looked at his soldiers and ordered directly,

"Leave Miron and me alone."

The soldiers quickly followed up his order and they started to line up in front of the door to still protect Arsillo and be out of the conversation. And when they finally left the room, Miron started talking again.

"Do you wonder why I came here?" He talked while walking through the room, creating circles slowly.

"You said you weren't going to be back for a long time. Why all of a sudden you decided to visit me back?"

Miron then laughed quietly,

"I'm very happy to hear that you remember our rendezvous back in months I have told you about. And, yes, I was indeed on a mission. But not to drag this any further or longer, I must ask you something. Something that I need to know."

*He is hiding something big. I must talk to him with so little information. Otherwise, I'm not so sure he will try something bad here.*

"What would you like to know from me?"

Arsillo repositioned himself in his chair, putting his hand on the other side of his face. He wanted to seem very much comforted by the Miron's words and there wasn't anything wrong. But the questions of Miron were getting much more intense too.

"Do you know Kaika from the Wolf bloodline?" Miron said, evilly smirking under his cloak,

"Yeah, he is Alpha Prime's brother, and somewhat of a dangerous person. I actually hadn't seen him for who knows how long too, but I have no intention to see him either." Arsillo replied rolling his eyes over to his hands.

He then looked at Miron and added,

"What about him?"

Miron's smirk grew larger. His deadly and terrible aura under the cloak enveloped his entire body and made a facial expression as if he was going to reveal something very evil in him. And with such cool, he said his words as if they were nothing.

"Did you know, that I was the one who killed him?"

Arsillo didn't seem to be surprised about the thing Miron had said. It was just another piece of news that he almost heard. And because of how many people followed up on every article or news about Miron, it wasn't something new or out of the blue to know what he did.

Arsillo still wanted to keep his cool, and wanted to know furthermore, since Miron was somebody who always told the worst in his speeches, at last.

"I heard everything about the incident. Almost every kingdom speaks about you and it seems like you put up a very good fight, that almost destroyed the kingdom and something more you would go over. I'm thinking that something made you much angrier than usual."

He then added with getting bored how much Miron was taking long to say the things he was here to,

"Did you come here to say all of that?"

"No, that's not what I want to talk about. In the center of the village, Kaika rescued a child and walked away with it. I looked for the boy he saved for a long time, but I couldn't find him."

*So that was what made him angry. But why he would go so far for a child?*

"Why do you want the child so badly? He's probably an ordinary citizen, like everyone else. You know that Kaika liked saving people, but still attacked the kingdom relentlessly. Everyone fearing you is a fact, I know, but you attacking these places randomly will put much more pressure on you. You should stop on these random battles you put."

"Kaika's eyes were different, he was worried about the child. I saw it in his eyes. If that child was a normal citizen, he wouldn't have tried to sneak out of town with him."

"So you are putting up all of this because he cared about a Kid? I don't even remember Kaika having a child. We searched everything he had when we had the chance."

"Those times, those things he did, were nevertheless unrelated to everything he had."

"What do you mean?"

"We have made countless research about his bloodline, his family, his friends, and many people he could or would care about. And you, being the person who did them, should know better than me that he is somebody who likes to put up a show while he is on the track.

"I still don't understand you, Miron. You should be more clear."

"It's not his child, but it's a child of one of his descendants, I'm sure of it. He was protecting him as if he was a family member. Maybe someone who is closer to him had something to know."

"Then what do you want from me? If it's somebody closer to him, that knows anything about the child, which is blinding you with the want of hunting down the wolves, then you should be looking somewhere else from here. I haven't had any work with the Wolf Bloodline, and will not have."

Miron put up a joyful expression again. This time, not having the smirk he had the entire time, he had only a very much joyful and evil smile.

"I found out that the one who saved the child was a witch named Pelena. I want you to find that woman and find out the connected points she could have with that Kid. She is a witch that was once saved by those like Kaika, and I'm pretty sure she would like to pay something in back to help him."

Arsillo wasn't pleased with all. Everything that Miron said at that moment with the chance of being a trick he could play on him, was even further and was like an order that he was trying to give. Arsillo didn't want him to act with such greedy gestures in his presence. He wanted Miron to know his place and talk knowing how much he was doing wrong to him.

"This is my kingdom. You are in no position to give orders, Miron. You'd better remember that."

The King's eyes were filled with anger, apparently taking orders from someone like Miron made him angry. But After those words of the King, Miron put his hand near his mouth, and purple flames began to rise from his hand. Then Miron blew a whistle and seconds later hundreds of Souls filled the room.

The satisfied look on Miron's face was gone. Instead, he put on a serious and angry expression.

"Your kingdom is worthless. You're only giving orders from where you sit, sleeping every night not knowing how many times I could have got your eyes pop out of your skull. You are just a little bug that I'm not stepping on to crush and a useless body that I'm not giving to my companions to eat. And with such artistic manners, you are here thinking you are living the best life you have, aren't you, my king?"

As they came face to face, the only thing written on Miron's face was "death".

His words and the expression on his face were the most terrible sight that Arsillo could hear and see in his life at that moment, he forgot every kind of power he had as an Epic. With the strong gripping power and the unstable situation of anything that might be happening, Miron's eyes were opened, right to the end. His lips were closed like a safe, and he was looking deep into Arsillo's soul, so that his breath would not be felt in any way.

He was the monster, that Arsillo stepped its tail on.

But not long enough, Miron went back a couple of steps back, and fixed his body to the position he had at the beginning,

"Anyway, I don't have time to lose. You will either do as I say, or you will disappear with your kingdom."

The King's eyes were filled with fear this time. Everything he said at the beginning, was now regretful decisions he wished so badly to rewind and redo. But having Miron angry about his own decision, all he could do was lay silent to the powerful hand that was upon him.

There was nothing he could do against Miron's unstoppable power.

"Okay, I'll deal with this." He said with a half-shaking voice, and a heart that was filled to the very top with chaos.

The satisfied look on Miron's face came back. His deal pleased him.

"I'm glad we got along, I'd stay a little longer if I didn't have urgent business, but I have to go."

Before Miron left the room, he turned to the king one last time and said with a frightening expression,

"And remember, do not let me down."

Miron then walked slowly to the wall and disappeared, turning into thin air.

Arsillo collapsed into his throne, his chest going back and forth with the heavy breathing he had. He tried to silence himself from how much he was affected by the situation, not the show his soldiers his weak side of him. But the horrifying experience that he had, just now, was enough for him to sit there for minutes.

So he took a deep breath, and tried to comfort himself with the fact that Miron had sent his clone.

"So he sent a fake one."

But once again stopping him from rethinking everything, One of the King's men entered the room nervously at that moment,

"Sir! Our first Elite soldier has been defeated by an unknown person!"

Every other event was happening at the same time, not leaving the king time to find his way out. So getting angry at this, he shouted,

"This is just perfect! I'll deal with that issue later. Send me the fourth and third elite soldiers now! I'll give them a mission."