The Insider's Job

Prince Rudolph was in a terrible mood. His body had regenerated back to its full form from the few pounds of flesh it previously was.

But whenever he closed his eyes, the pain of that explosion, the horrible feeling surfaced back.

The pain of his skin melting, flesh dissolving and bones disintegrating, it was much, much worse than Rudolph ever thought it could be.

Since his birth, he was the natural candidate for the crown prince. He fought strong warriors but it was mostly training.

Of course, he went to distant lands, killed enemies of the Alliance, but it was all pre-planned and carefully selected by his prime advisors.

He had a few close death encounters, where things could have gone wrong.

But he never experienced anything like this. It was plain luck that he was standing alive today.

Had the formation been just 2% more potent, he'd have died.

Just like that.

Orthodox Prince. One of the greatest talents. Man of Elegance.