Arthur was worked to the bone day in and day out for years. During the hottest days of summer, he would be sent in the fields to collect crops. In the coldest nights of winter, he would be put outside and endure even harsher weight training. The only thing that kept him going, besides his insatiable hunger for strength, was Rose. It wasn't long before something felt like it had changed within himself.
"My lord, I can't help but feel something is wrong with my blood."
The king looked down on Arthur with a worried expression.
"Are you sick? Do you need a doctor?"
Arthur shook his head.
"It feels like I can control it somehow. Does that make sense?"
The king nearly jumped off his throne with excitement.
"Arthur, this is excellent news! It means you have been bestowed a power! How fortunate for you. It seems you truly are destined to gain a great amount of strength one day."
Arthur scratched his head.
"How exactly do these powers work?"
