The golden stamp, the feather of the phoenix and beauty blood.
It took Khaos nine years to obtain the feather of the phoenix and finally tracked down the golden stamp, but beauty blood was entirely different thing, he didn't have enough information about it because the scriptures that contain about its information had been disappeared for decades.
After the fallen of the lycan dynasty, those people who betrayed the lycan had ransacked the place and their main goal was, obviously, the lycan three legacies, since it held power that you have never imagined before.
If you obtained those three, you would be the most powerful shifter in this entire realm. You would rule the world.
Such power was very tempting, especially those who were power hunger.
However, such power was a myth, since only a the lycan king, who was privileged enough to know about the information and once the last lycan king died, they could only learn about it from hearsay and whatever the dynasty left behind.
Therefore, for Rhett to know about beauty blood... there must be a lot of things that Khaos had to dig out from him.
"The scriptures." Khaos narrowed his eyes. "You have it." His voice darkened. His eyes pierced through his soul. He didn't even question him, as it was a statement, because Rhett wouldn't know anything about beauty blood unless he read the scriptures.
"I have answered your question, but you have not yet answered mine," Rhett stood up, he straightened his spine, but he didn't try to get close to Khaos, despite that, he held his gaze. "Who are you? Why are you interested in the matter related to the lycan?" He scrutinized the alpha before him, as if by doing so, he could get the answer he wanted.
For a moment, there was silence between them. The tension was very palpable. You could hear the howling wind in the corridor.
"Where are the scriptures?"
Rhett chuckled. "I am not going to tell you, if you are being difficult like this."
And just like usual, Khaos was not used to indulge his opponent with their demand. "I will get the answer in one way or another. It will be less messy if you speak now."
Rhett shook his head. "Do you even know about give and take, you can't take and take without giving anything in return."
"I don't play by that rule."
It was not sure what crossed Rhett's mind when he suddenly shifted into his beast. He knew it was a fatal action that could lead him to his death, but his knowledge about the map was his leverage, he would be alive, at least until he spilled the information about the scriptures.
Rhett knew, just like everyone else, that Khaos couldn't shift into his beast and his strength laid on his strategy. The warriors won the battle against the other kingdom in Three Deadly Ways because Khaos was the mastermind of their strategy.
Rumor said, because of his shortcoming, Khaos learned how to fight barehanded, using tools as his weapon, which was rather degrading as a shifter. Because for them; their body was their best, lethal weapon.
In that case, Rhett wanted to see how true the rumor was.
Rhett's beast was the same color like Silas, as they were brother and in one look, you could say that he was a better fighter than his older brother.
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