Wars from within.

"… By thinking too much about life, is it a bad thing? And By trying to make it better, is it a good thing?..."

Beth could hear those distinct words of Randall's coming from the top of the belfry as she climbed up the stairs.

On getting to the top, she stood in front of the rust-covered bell while staring at Randall in his Royal dress without his cape standing in an opened area of the belfry, a space where no one could see from the ground but the person above could see clearly what was below.

The belfry was located just outside the kingdom, built on the grassy grounds decades ago, now it was like a fossil which was still maintained and furnished by the king himself with beautiful flowery of various sizes sprouting wildly on the antiqued walls and floors whereas outside the hardened watchtower the fragrances windswept those flowers which travels around the place and the nostrils of every being that walked by.

She exhaled and inhaled before walking around the rust-covered bell towards Randall, seems this was not her first time here concisely this very place was their childhoods playground and unsurprisingly it was a place where no one was present except the King staring to sky with the swaying of his black hair following in the wind.

Beth noticed a grown burden on the king, she placed her hand on her chest walking closer to him.

"My king, you ask of me." Beth slowly said, Randall turned giving a weary smile immediately walked to her and dearly hugged Beth, in that short moment the feeling of easiness fell on them both, most especially the King Randall.

Randall broke the hug, took Beth's waist in his hands.

They both lengthy stared into each other's eyes.

Beth blinked first as her hands slowly brushed Randall's viney-arm, surprisingly glanced at it.

"Before you ask anything about how I got this strange arm. First of all, how are you doing?" He kneeled down gently rested his ears on Beth's belly, "and how is our little angel?"

Beth was slightly embarrassed with a noticeable reddening in her cheeks, stared down to Randall, calmly placed her hand on Randall's hair.

"… We are fine, my king…"

"If it is a girl, let's name her, Priscilla, if it's a boy… I will think of a name later," Randall smirked, stood up removed the hairpin in Beth's hair which was previously packed up causing it to fall then he held Beth's little hands.

To the King, she looked much more gorgeous with a fallen hair.

"I got the new arm from the Forest Nymph's king as a gift, I'm lucky, ain't I?"

Beth's eyes watered, thinking how painful it must have been and how strong the foe was for the king to lose an arm.

Randall blinked, it must have scared her.

"I-I will skip the part on what happened then, so…" He gently cleaned her eyes. "… no tears from my woman."

Beth shook her head.

"No, my King… I... I want to hear it all, what happened at the Forest Nymphs Kingdom and… about the Divine Humane of strength-not that I—I… "

"I know what you mean, Lady Beth."

Randall knew from her words, she wanted to know who the Divine Humane of strength was to him though the soft-hearted side of Beth's surfaced only when they were together which makes the King blissful at such character.

"… I will tell you everything." He assured.

So Randall told her everything, firstly about who the Divine Humane of strength was, how they met at the Lonely Pine Tree and the promises he made to her then he told him everything that happened at the Forest Nymphs Kingdom, talked about the creepers, created by some guy named Frankenstein orchestrated by some evil beings of the Forest Nymphs and lastly the Entity who incised his right arm.

Randall spoke in ways, he thinks Willian wasn't one of them in the creation of the creepers which Beth also agreed however within her, the thoughts of Randall and Priscilla having met and how things between them ended breaks her heart.

"... I don't want to rush into things like before. The Divine Humanes with Pa Krystallo advised we need a plan that won't make the innocent Forest Nymphs to suffer for speaking out the truth, we never know who might be working for who, the victims and the culprits."

Randall looked at the sky with a distressed sigh.

Everything was happening all at the same time. He also wishes to marry Beth in front of the whole kingdom soon, if possible now will be the right moment to put a ring in her finger. He looked at Beth. But seriously, my woman will just say the safety of the kingdom comes first. He sighed... Which is true.

"I will be going back to their Kingdom soon, because I trust Granny Mimosa is the only being who might believe the things we know if such bizarre thing was coming from my mouth… " His face lowered, "… and will you look after her once again, did you think she will… I mean…"

Beth gently placed her hand on Randall's left cheek.

"My King, She's always doing fine with or without you here and a great leader at that. Never forget the safety of the kingdom comes first." Beth said, knew the King was worried about his daughter.

Randall looked at Beth. I told you so. He said to himself.

"I heard everything that happened to her from June, She's just twelve and already the burdens she needs to carry alone are this great… Am I a good father to her?"

"Beyond any doubt my King, also we both know a strong girl like her won't be alone, well she has plenty of days ahead of her, I believe she will meet someone as kind and responsible as you, someone who will support her no matter what," Beth told while Randall listened with a thought of the agreement between his kingdom and the forest Nymphs might become numbed as their Prince himself never liked it.

"That reminds me, she once spoke of a boy." Beth said.

Randall looked at her with a smile.

"I was told that also. I don't know about this boy she thinks she's fated to meet however the being who will be with my daughter… obviously will have to first beat me when sparring together or singlehandedly beat me and my daughter!"

"Huh? Is there any being who will one day takes your daughter's hand in marriage as strong as defeating both the King and the Princess of the Humanes at once?"

"There is. The future is full of uncertainty. You will see Beth, you will see. Maybe he is here in the kingdom or outside this walls I normally don't care about it however I'm blazing to see who this boy is."

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Hot steam spreads across a dimmed scenery in an mysterious location, a bewitching lady having a widespread tattoo of a lung Dragon on her back in a scented bathroom taking a dip inside a warm rice water, pond filled with dried plants, colorful flowers and medical herbs, she floats while washing her fair-skinned body and her very long wine hair which floats also on the pond around her as she sang beautifully while her eyes where closed.

"~Water and dirt were on a wall~ Soon they both rendered nought~ A message to the back massager~ Take it easy, take it easy~ My body is an illusion~ Dirt is your imagination~"

She opened her eyes with a simper. "Do you know your poem was the only one the beautiful ladies and those perverted men here sang after you left?" She slowly stepped out of the pond on a narrowed elevated stage, took the towel on the hands of the maid below her then dried herself with it, she laid on a marbled chair while putting on a long purple robe near the dimly glowing crystal attached on the wall as the maid lightly brushed her long hair.

She looked between the linen cotton to her right.

"Coming to this island to see the Grand Emperor for protection was a very bad idea and you know it, have you forgotten about what led to your exile. They gave you a second chance by letting you and your followers to build a village among those poor Inhumanes villages far away from here along with regular supplies of needs. Oh, we stopped doing that, don't we?"

She looked at her long fingernails with a lowered eyelids, " listen carefully, the Emperor don't know of this but we went behind his back and do so because the village you lived in doesn't deserve it at all knowing the boy and his grandmother still lives. Oh also, what were you called during the killing of your useless followers who came with you here on a boat?... Chief Elder?"

She looked back to the linen cotton, behind it appeared to be a shadowy figure kneeling with chains clamped on every part of the body to the wall.

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Meanwhile across the continent between the Beast beings and the Forest Nymphs, in the desert of coruscation, a large bonfire was seen which crackled and hissed loudly at the home of the Rogogal tribe.

Most of the tribemen and women were clapping, cheering, laughing around the bonfire. Peirce sat at the corner watching while Sniffia was asleep on his thighs.

Some of the ladies surrounded Node while few sniffed his body expressly knowing he had no scent but still sniffed anyways all they sniffed in was what he cooks, teaching them how salt could be use in cooking, coincidentally tonight was the celebration of the new year on their calendar.

Lazarus came out from one of the wigwams then walked to Peirce, stood in front of him staring at the boy for a while without any expression on his face then sat near him.

Peirce blinked, making no eye contact, wondering what was that about?

"A-are you done with the shamans inside." Peirce asked. The Shamans are also the elders in the tribe.

Lazarus nodded.

Peirce looked around, "The mister that led us here, is he still with his pregnant wife?"

Lazarus nodded.

Peirce stared to him, his eyes widened,

"Your hair… your beards? You lowered it?!"

Lazarus nodded.

"Cool…" Peirce turned his face down surprised why Lazarus was not saying anything but nodding.

"Uh… hm Mister?!—"

Lazarus tilted his face to him, "You! What are you?!"

Peirce eyes widened as words came out from his mouth, subconsciously.

"I-I am an ordinary Inhumane—"

"Don't give me that, saying—I'm an ordinary Inhumane." Lazarus emphasized using his two-fingered gesture. " It shows you are hiding something."

"I don't understand… Mister," Peirce spoke out of confusion.

Lazarus stared into his brown eyes as he remembered what the Shamans inside told him earlier;

Even though he crawls and everyone runs in terms of strength he can never be defeated, fortunately he doesn't know it yet. That child is the incarnate of the Destroyer meaning he also has the strength of a destroyer.

That child, the incarnate of the destroyer? I have my suspicions but I don't think it will be this big. Then here's my simple and generous conclusion, let's kill him now that his powers haven't manifested yet.

No, he has a purpose so as you and everyone living in this world. Worry not the Protector of the world won't allow him. You are hearing this from us, Ojinwuo Lazarus because you're on the right side of the story.

"Story?... Right side?... You gat to be kidding me." Lazarus said out loud as he stared at stumped Peirce.

"Mister…? Why are you staring at me? Did I do something wrong?" Peirce asked, rolled his eyes down. "Should I fix your clothes? I can do it."

Lazarus looked at his torn clothes on his side then back to the boy.

"Forget it."

Suddenly in front of the joyous tribe appeared within the bonfire few figures as the tribe's men and women gasped.

Peirce was horror struck at what he saw, is it part of the show?

"Now, what again?!" Lazarus raged while standing up.

Immediately Sniffia opened her eyes sprung up from Peirce's thighs, holding her dagger firmly which Peirce wondered, was the dagger in her hands the whole time?!

"They are not from here." Sniffia revealed.