South of sumaka.
The red kingdom.
Inside the chamber of trueheart.
The chamber of trueheart was the room in which Lancelot lives in and only lucien and other sanguine wardens can enter.
Lucien knocked on the large wooden door with several swords and bow engravings.
The handle of the door was in yellow and was in a circular formation.
Lancelot voice from the other side could be heard clearly saying "come in".
Lucien entered the chamber of trueheart and saw lancelot laying around in his usual red cushioned large bed.
Lancelot had several brown and white bandages wrapped around his waist and his chest. His build of a warrior could be seen through the bandages.
Lucien slowed down his pace after entering and asked "still not recovered yet?"
Lancelot answered with a smile "not yet but hopefully soon".
Lucien sighed as he said "I have never seen you like this".
Lancelot laughed slowly as he tried to get in a comfortable position and said "well there is always time when even a strongest of warrior gets humbled".
Lancelot looked at lucien and slightly titled his head downwards saying "I am not saying I am strongest but I have never lost a battle before".
Lucien narrowed his eyes and sat beside Lancelot on the edge of the bed.
Just when lucien was about to say something Lancelot interrupted and said "why did I run away? I don't know but the answer to this question is I was trying to save the boy but that's just a delusion that I have created to feel better about myself but even I know that this is far from the truth".
Lucien didn't know what to say in this matter so he chose to stay silent but still he wanted to say something to make his friend feel better.
"when you want to become a warrior that is strong and capable enough to topple kingdoms with his strength alone, several people laugh some observe and some wait. When you finally achieve your goal that several lot bow down and that some observe will make you your inspiration and that some who waits will attack you to ridicule you. A common concept every warrior in this world go through but only the ones who are strong enough stays, the rest slowly fades in the dark and some in the light", Lancelot continued without stopping.
Lucien realised that Lancelot's spirit was quite broken after his fight with bhagdatta.
Lucien said in a reassuring voice "I am sure that you will find him and try to take revenge".
Lancelot laughed and said "revenge is not in my personal beliefs, I only want a fair and equal battle. He did beat me even though he had a strong boon to back him up but I should have known that he was not something to be taken lightly. I underestimated him not only in strength but also in mind".
Lucien nodded and asked in his deep voice "so what do you plan on doing now?"
"I want to go to several kingdoms and meet different people and want to learn different abilities that I have not grasped yet. When I have done all of this I want to face another test of god and this time I will ask for a boon rather than a celestial weapon" , Lancelot answered seriously.
Lucien was shocked and angry at the same time he stood up and paced back and forth in the chamber.
Lucien covered his face with his right hand as he walked, noticing that Lancelot asked "what happened?"
"Please I beg you to stay as my voice, do not abandon me when I have a marriage ceremony right around the corner", lucien said looking nervous.
Lancelot slightly lowered his tone and said "lucien I think you are quite fine nowadays some minor problems here and there but I think you will manage just fine without me".
Lancelot stood up slightly as he added "and also I am not leaving entirely, I will still come whenever I get time after all I am your voice".
"This cannot happen-" just as lucien said they heard a heart thumping noise around the red kingdom and suddenly both of them straightened up.
Lucien lifted his hand in air and said to Lancelot "stay here I will see to it".
Lancelot nodded and said "if need any help remember me".
Lucien paced downwards towards the kingdom as he saw several ministers running around in the hallways.
Lucien asked one of the ministers "what's happening?"
One of the minister stopped and said "My king the "vashkrul tribe" have returned to attack once again".
Lucien clenched his teeth as he ran towards the outside of the kingdom.
As he went through several large doors and finally outside, he saw all five of the sanguine wardens present there ready with their swords to attack.
Lucien looked at them and asked Sam, Ashton, lasken to stay back at the high castle to protect the civilians and several other ministers and advisors.
Ashton looked disappointed as he said "but my king I can fight-"
Lasken interrupted "there is no time, you will get your chance and we are also protecting the high castle.
Sam also smiled at him and gave him reassurance.
The young ashton lowered his head and said in a low voice "Yes, I understand".
Renly, vishkron and lucien took the charge against the vashkrul tribe attacking the red kingdom.
All three of them ran towards the entrance gate of the red kingdom and saw the gatekeeper defeated and gasping for air.
They saw other civilians in a rush heading towards the high castle as their houses in the lower area was not safe anymore.
The black large gate broke open and several of the vashkrul tribe charged inside the red kingdom.
The vashkrul tribes people had green colour all over their body with a large black axe and a shield in their right and left hand respectively. The green coloured markings was in a line from their torse to their back.
Their faces was ruthless and also were large in number. They were like wolf who hunted in packs and had one leader which they followed.
Lucien saw the sight of them charging and drew his blade urging both Renly and vishkron to start attacking as well.
Lucien was using his sword not the legendary one that he had found in a forest but a normal regular blade which could be used for fighting. Renly had a dual headed mace which was heavy and grayish black in colour. As for vishkron he relied on his fists .
All of three of them charged against the vashkrul tribe and started attacking them one by one.
Renly was Swinging his dual headed mace blindly. He was running and jumping at the same time with the help of his mace and connecting his mace with the heads of the tribe.
Renly looked around and saw another horde coming towards him.
Cracking, the mace found skull after skulls as he was dropping them one by one, an axe suddenly aimed towards his head flew but he dodged just in time and deflected the axe with his mace skillfully towards another one of it's tribe. The axe landed on the skull of the tribe and cracked it's skull open like a cake.
The battlefield suddenly quaked under the thunder of Renly's charging feet. Dust and blood filled the air as a horde of snarling vashkrul tribe surged forward, their eyes glowing with rage.
At the center of the chaos stood a lone warrior Renly, clad in scarred iron plates, his chest heaving with each breath. In his hands, he gripped a monstrous dual-headed mace, its twin spiked mauls gleaming with fresh blood, heavy enough to break stone.
The first wave of enemies crashed against him. With a roar, he swung the weapon in a wide arc. The mace's heads slammed into bone and skulls, shattering joints, pulping flesh, and sending bodies flying. The ground trembled where the blows landed.
Another axe flew towards him as he spun, bringing the other head of the mace down with a skull-splitting crack. Blood sprayed as the horde pressed tighter, but for every step they gained, another fell to his crushing strikes.
The air rang with screams, the crunch of breaking ribs, the clash of axes and mace. His weapon was not elegant, but each swing carved a path through dozens. Even as wounds opened across his body, his stance did not falter.
Above, the sky brightened up with black clouds and streaks of lightning. In that chaos of blood and thunder, he fought on, a storm made flesh, the dual-headed mace a whirlwind of destruction against an endless sea of vashkrul tribes.
As he danced towards the horde with his dual-headed mace, he suddenly felt a rage inside him. He picked up one of the axes on the ground and continuously slashed one of their tribes head until it was streaked with full of blood. He jumped on another one and started doing the same but with more and more intensity. He cut both of the legs of vashkrul and then gutted him with a pair of seven axes which was present there. Then he went to another one and grabbed his head with his right fist making him fall and then got on top of him and started attacking him with his mace until his face was smashed into several hundred pieces.