Chapter 35: The five subordinates (1/2)

Capital, Aztec Kingdom.

In Aztec's Palace throne room, a middle-aged man with a burly physique was seated on the throne. Kneeling beneath him were five adults which all exuded unique bearings.

The King had been having his rest when he received an emergency meeting alert sent by one of his subordinates.

”Hawk, what is it?” his voice carried a deep autocratic tone as he addressed one of the five figures, a skinny man.

”My King, it-it-it--” Hawk man stuttered, struggling to find how to break the news to his King.

”What is happening? Tell me. I want someone to make sense of it!” roared the King in fury.

”My King, my scouts have returned with news,” instantly explained Hawk. The King was known to be very temperamental. If he sights an error in his angry state, he might order his death.

”Finally, what is it?” abruptly smiled the King, diffusing the previous tense state.

'Whew,' inward breathed Hawk. However, he didn't forget what he was here for, ”Oratin city was decimated last night. They were no survivors. No dead bodies, only empty buildings.”

The King was shocked as he heard Hawk, ”What? Oratin City? How is that possible?”

”While Oratin City is not a strong city, it is not also a weak city. It is well capable of defending itself,” chipped in one of the five people, the only female one, as she tried to digest the information.

The Oratin City was a low leveled settlement location in the Aztec Kingdom. It was established by an injured knight who was part of the army during the war era. While it might have deteriorated a lot over the past few years, the legacy of the knight still remained!

”Not just that. This special occurrence happened in other cities, even a high ranked one!” informed Hawk.

”This is strange. What do you think happened to the people of the cities,” The King questioned his five subordinates.

”There were blood splashes found on some locations in the cities. Judging by that, I would say they were proof of a battle. The splashes were not too intense. This could only mean--,” replied Hawk.

He took a deep breath, allowing his words to sink deep into the ears of everyone present before he continued, ”--That they were the city forces were quickly overpowered and kidnapped.”

”Oh, why do you say that?” asked one of the subordinates, the youngest looking man in the palace room.

”At first it was just a guess, but in most of the cities. They were scars of a cultivation technique that seemed like an energy blast. I reckon that the strength needed to execute such a technique must be quite….remarkable. Also, something about the technique seemed strange. It was able to influence the environment.” The Hawk got jitters as he recounted what he personally saw.

”Hold on, you mean to say or something captured an entire city-worth population with just brute force?” asked the youngest subordinate.

The King became livid as he tried to picture the scenes of his subjects being captured.

”Yes, Flan, most likely, but it is unknown what the reason is?” replied Hawk, as he thought such big action should come with a big motive!

Upon hearing Hawk, the King stood up from his throne. He walked around the throne room, pacing as he arranged his thoughts.

After a while, he asked the oldest person among the five, ”Lucian, what do you think?”

Lucian stood up as he addressed his King, ”My King, I do not think this was a kidnapping.”