The monster disappeared from its place at a speed that their eyes could not follow, then appeared before their leader in the blink of an eye.
He did not even give him a chance to raise his weapon, as he received a lightning strike that violently knocked him down, so his body rushed into the air and hit the gate wall forcefully before falling to the ground motionless.
The guards stopped in place, paralyzed by shock, as their eyes searched for the monster in panic.
Suddenly, a loud scream rang out from among them.
The closest guard turned to the source of the sound and saw the monster grabbing one of his companions by the face with one fist.
The guard was floundering with all his might, feeling his face distorted and his eyes losing their sight due to the sharpness of the monster’s claws as he hit the monster’s arm and tried to escape, but his fist did not move an inch, while his screams began to tear apart the stillness of the night little by little until they subsided.
The guards’ hands trembled, and some of them unconsciously took a step back.
No one dared to come forward to save their comrade, not because they were cowards, but because they realized that anyone who approached would be the next victim.
Meanwhile, echoes of danger began to spread rapidly throughout the palace.
The voices of guards rose in the corridors, while soldiers rushed to their positions, and orders spread among the royal teams to close the entrances and secure members of the royal family.
No one knew exactly what was happening at the gate, but everyone realized that an unprecedented danger had reached the palace.
On the other side of the palace, away from the gate and what was happening there, King Leon was standing inside one of the inner courtyards with a number of his sons, continuing a conversation with them with his usual calm.
None of the warnings had reached him yet, and the place around him seemed calm in a way that completely contradicted the chaos that was beginning to sweep through the rest of the palace.
As the monster continued to kill the guards, their screams filling the gate, quiet steps advanced from inside the palace.
She was not fast or restless, but steady, carrying the confidence of someone accustomed to facing battlefields.
The light of the torches was reflected on the blade of a long sword that its owner was carrying at his side, and with each step the sound of the guards’ screams became clearer.
Suddenly, the body of a guard rushed through the air, before violently hitting the ground, parked a few meters away from that person.
His steps finally stopped.
He headed straight towards the guard, then knelt down, gently raising his head and placing his hand behind his back to support him.
“She…
The guard opened his eyes with difficulty, and his breathing was intermittent, but as soon as his gaze fell on the face of the person carrying him, his eyes widened in astonishment.
In front of him was Prince Adrian Baldur.
A young man with short red hair, a long strand of hair falls from his left side, touching his cheek.
His features were sharp and dignified, reflecting the prestige of Queen Victoria’s son.
He had a wheatish-brown complexion, a warm color he inherited from his mother, which gave his appearance a striking distinction, in addition to his red hair.
His eyes were grey, clear and captivating, adding a unique charm to his appearance and standing out prominently against his warm complexion and fiery hair.
Fear was not evident on his face, but his eyes remained fixed, staring at the guard intently and calmly, as if the chaos surrounding him had left no trace in his soul.
The guard’s lips trembled, then his voice came out weak and full of hope.
“A…
Prince Adrian..
The guard began to gasp with difficulty, as blood flowed from his mouth with every breath he took.
He raised his trembling hand and grabbed the tip of Adrian’s shield, as if clinging to his last hope.
“Y…
You must run away, prince…
That monster…”
He was interrupted by a violent cough, blood flowed from between his lips, and his body trembled from the intensity of the pain.
Adrian’s features did not change, but he held the guard gently so as not to fall, and said in a calm and steady voice:
“Take control.
The guard’s eyes widened, as if just remembering what he had seen had terrified him again.
“It’s…
It’s so fast…”
His breath was cut off, then he continued with difficulty, while his grip gradually weakened.
“Please…
Oh, prince…
Run away from him…
No…
Never fight him…”
His voice trembled in his last words, then his hand failed and fell to the side of his body, while his eyes remained fixed on Adrian, waiting for a response that he no longer had the strength to hear.
Adrian looked at the guard silently for a few moments, then slowly raised his hand and placed it over his eyes, closing them gently, as if giving him his last rest.
He then carefully lowered his body to the ground, respectfully arranging his position before standing up again.
The features of calm that had been on his face moments ago disappeared, and were replaced by overwhelming anger reflected in his fixed eyes.
He gripped the handle of his sword so tightly that his knuckles turned white, then turned towards the gate where the screams of the guards still echoed throughout the place.
From that moment on, his appearance changed completely.
His steps became faster and more determined, and the serenity that accompanied him upon his arrival disappeared.
He was advancing with a determination that knew no hesitation, and his eyes were only searching for one goal.
The monster…