Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

Chapter 738: Lion and Lich

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The pounding of Razeon’s boots echoed through the ornate halls of Lionheart’s royal palace. Sweat streamed down the golden fur of his brow as he rounded the final corner, after which the immense doors of the war room loomed ahead like the jaws of some ancient predator. Twin royal guards, each wielding a massive battle-axe longer than Razeon was tall, stepped forward in unison and crossed their weapons before the entrance.

“Halt.”

“State your business.”

“I have urgent news for the Sunfang!” Razeon barked with urgency. “Now!”

The guards glanced at each other.

Then, reluctantly, they parted their weapons and stepped aside.

Razeon didn’t wait any longer, not caring for etiquette. It wasn’t the time for that. He burst through the doors with his chest heaving and heart racing.

The war room was colossal. Its mithril walls were draped in crimson banners bearing the golden sigil of the Sunfang icon: a lion’s head engulfed in flame. A massive round table dominated the center of the room, surrounded by intricately carved chairs of obsidian and ivory. Magic crystals embedded into the ceiling bathed the space in a warm but distinctly warlike glow.

At the head of the shattered table sat Leohtar Sunfang, often called the Lion of the Ages.

The beast of a king towered even while seated, his muscular bulk stretching the limits of his regal armor, plates layered over a golden furred body decorated with a hundred battle scars he wore with great pride. His mane was thick and streaked with silver, giving him the air of an elder deity of war, which was exactly how many lionkin thought of him. His golden eyes burned with contemptuous confidence as they locked onto Razeon like twin suns peering through stormclouds.