"We have seen your fight against one of the most skilled young Knights in the Phoenix Kingdom, it was surely a death battle. The Knight Tournament is known to show no mercy for the weak as death is the punishment, but you stood your ground and unleashed a Phantasm never seen before. I saw all the mortals and royals cower in fear when your power was awakened. We can make you reach your full potential if you join us." The Black Dragon Masked cloaked figure from the Order said to Drakos in an informing and sharp tone while powerfully clenching their hand.

"Why should I trust you people?" Drakos quickly replied with his eyes furrowed, his long white hair dangled over his deadly golden eyes as he stayed in his attacking position.

"We are the only ones who can teach you how to control your powers. The Knight's Army or Academy won't help you, not after the events of today, everyone deems you as a demon child. Royals are all the same when they see something they do not understand, but we are different. We work in the shadows. We are controlled by no one. Nor do we control anyone. We only seek to balance this world," Said the fox masked cloaked while circling Drakos.

Drakos's demonic eyes followed their every step.

"We can be the ones to train you. He goes by the name Renzen Mountor of Clan Basilisk Fang, he is a legendary Witcher and deals with dark chaos energy which is inside your body," Aragon added in as he pointed over to the other man with long white hair.

The offer was tempting for Drakos as he didn't know much about this world and he hadn't fully cultivated his Qi or Mana in this new world called Zareth. Nor had he fully mastered his Phantasm.

Logan looked over to his son with a fatherly face, "It is your choice my son. Not mine to make," He sheathed his steel long-sword on his muscular back and went to get more wine to drink.

"I will think about it after a good night's rest,' Drakos informed the two mysterious masked guests.

"Very well then. But do know that your decision is final," said both the masked cloaked figures known as 'The Order'. Each of them carried hidden weapons and their Phantasms were tremendously powerful, Drakos knew this because he sensed their explosive wrathful Qi and Mana flowing throughout their bodies which were hidden by their cloaks.

'These bastards really are powerful. I can feel my blood boiling and throat tightening by the sheer force of their Qi. I can barely breathe,' Drakos gripped his neck. Even everyone else in the room could sense The Order's terrifying power.

Before The Order left, Drakos asked one question, "What are exactly do you people do?"

"You don't want to know," The masked beings said without looking back at Drakos as they left through the front house door.

"Remember, no one knows of our conversation. We already set up a Realm Barrier," The Dragon Masked being snapped his fingers and a black dome made up of chaos energy and mana slowly disappeared. Kara and Reza, as well as their mother, didn't hear a word The Order said. The only people who knew that The Order visited them was Drakos, Logan, Aragon, and Renzen. If they were to tell anyone of this meeting they would all be silenced.

"Aragon and Renzen, tell us when the boy is ready," The Order disappeared into the dusky night.

'I wonder what cultivation ranks those guys are. Actually, what cultivation rank am I?' Drakos swiftly checked his rank in the Heroic System.

[Cultivation Rank: Bronze- Lowest rank- Tier Dire Wolf] Tier is the level of your Qi and Mana/Power Level, while Rank is the overall of Tier and number missions/enemies taken down.

'Fuck, I am a low rank. Well, that is going to change tomorrow,' Drakos clenched his fist.

'But should I really join The Order? I don't even know what their organization is even about? But if I can become more powerful if I join them then it may be worth a shot,' Drakos coughed and gripped his ribs, he was still tired after his battle in the Knight's Tournament. He definitely needed some rest. He had a lot of questions to ask tomorrow and he had a lot of cultivating to do. That and he also had an epic Harem to build. He wondered if Reza still remembered what happened to her in the bathroom.

Next time he was going to go all in her and slay her pussy. But for now, he wanted to rest and learn more about the world of Zareth tomorrow. But he still knew he had a tough decision to make tomorrow, his demonic aura was still fiery and glowing, he needed to find a way to control it. Drakos closed his eyes and drifted into his dreams.

In the Phoenix Kingdom...

"So you failed to execute the traitorous bastard of the Hell Wolf Clan. How shameful. You disgraced our family for far too long, Lyrion," angrily snarled Serra the Queen of the Phoenix Kingdom as she crossed her slender long seductive vanilla legs, she was wearing her gold and red queen's dress, but her gold ruby jewel incrusted crown was nowhere to be found. Someone had taken it from her.

Lryion began to speak, "Your Highness, he is just a mere boy, we have more important matters to attend to-"

"SILENCE! YOU HALF-BREED BASTARD!" Serra furiously slapped Lryion in the face. His cheeks were now red as an apple. An outline of her hand was on his cheeks from how hard she slapped him.

"I don't care if you are my brother. I will hang you by your little cock for everyone in the Kingdom to see. You should have never been born you cursed dwarf," Serra forcefully poked Lyrion in the chest with a vile and snobbish look on her face. She looked pissed as hell.

Seron walked in with Prince Harry. They were both quiet, they knew that Serra was in rage mode. Her crown was stolen by an unknown thief.

"My Queen! We know the whereabouts of your crown!" shouted Commander Steelarm of the Knight's Guard, he was one the most skilled swordsman in all of the Phoenix Kingdom.

"Tell me now," Serra growled as she pushed aside Lryion like a wild lioness.

"I believe one of the members of the Hell Wolf Clan have it," Commander Steelarm informed the Queen as he gripped the handle of his finely-crafted red and gold-silver Great-Sword which had a Phoenix flame head engraving on the hilt and base of the steel blade. It was a glorious and grand weapon to look at it.

When Serra heard those words come out of Commander Steelarm's mouth, she became furious and shot Phoenix flames from her mouth! It was like she was rising from the ashes and becoming a vengeful Phoenix.

Not only did the Hell Wolf clan deny Prince Harry and her eldest son's marriage proposal, but they also injured her strongest young Knight's Guard Seron and took her crown!

She was livid beyond the point of no return. The Wheels of Fate were now set in motion.

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