Rebirth System: Blood and Ash

The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over the grand courtyard of the Byzeth castle. The table, adorned with goblets and parchment, stretched out before Aric as he sat calmly at one end, directly across from King Aszer.

The council members, eleven in total, flanked both sides of the table, their eyes sharp and their postures tense. Suspicion hung thick in the air, with some of the council members barely concealing their disdain.

They all discreetly released and flared ki and mana, all in an attempt to intimidate the prince and make him fumble, and although Aric did not show it—this gesture affected him.

The king himself watched Aric closely, intrigued but unreadable, waiting to see how the prince would play his next move.

A man sitting closest to the king—a thin, sharp-featured lord dressed in deep purple robes—spoke first, his voice laced with contempt.

"Your Grace, forgive my boldness, but how can we cohert with a Valerian prince to aid in a rebellion against his own empire? Surely this reeks of deception."

Murmurs of agreement swept through the council. A count with a thick beard and an elaborate coat nodded aggressively. "He claims to offer help, but it’s far more likely he’s a spy—someone sent to sabotage us from within."

Aric leaned back in his chair, completely unfazed. His eyes scanned the table, taking in the small ripples of tension that these accusations caused. Then, he smiled, a calm, measured smile that only made the tension thicker.

"If I were a spy, I assure you, you’d already be dead," Aric said smoothly, his words causing several of the council members to stiffen.

"Why waste time entertaining plans and meetings? Like I said before I could have delivered every piece of your strategy to the emperor the moment I confirmed your plans."

A silence fell over the courtyard, pressing with the weight of the prince’s words. The thin lord in purple seemed about to respond, but Aric spoke again, cutting him off before he could.

"But let’s be honest. I’m not here to prove my trustworthiness. I’m here because I offer something far more valuable than empty promises or words of loyalty." Aric’s eyes sharpened as he leaned forward slightly, drawing the attention of everyone present. "I offer victory. And that’s something no one at this table has been able to guarantee. Not even King Aszer."

The king raised an eyebrow, still intrigued but now keenly listening.

Aric continued, shifting his gaze to the bearded count who had spoken earlier.

"You doubt me because of my blood, but bloodlines don’t win wars. Strategy does. And as for trust…" Aric leaned back again, his voice taking on a tone of casual confidence. "You needn’t trust me. What you need is results. And I know how to get them."

The bearded count scowled but remained silent.

Aric’s eyes gleamed as he turned his attention to the rest of the council. "Let’s talk about the Northrenders. They are warriors—savages bred in the cold with a thirst for blood and victory. They won’t fight for just anyone. They respect power, cunning, and strength of will. They’ve already aligned themselves with you as business partners, but you’ve only scratched the surface of what they can offer."

The thin lord, trying once more to discredit Aric, scoffed. "What more can you possibly offer them, prince? You speak like you know their hearts, yet you’ve never even met their chieftains."

Aric’s smile widened, his voice cold yet brimming with certainty. "Because I understand their nature better than you ever could. You’ve played the diplomat with them, negotiated trade and alliances. But the Northrenders don’t want words. They want blood. They want conquest.

They want an empire that isn’t content to sit behind walls and negotiate deals but one that takes, crushes, and burns. They want to fight alongside someone who isn’t afraid to wage war as they do."

The king, intrigued, leaned forward slightly. "And you believe you can give them this?"

"I know I can," Aric answered without hesitation. "Your current plan is solid—on paper. But the Northrenders will only follow you so far if they believe you’re simply another weak king, playing at rebellion while sitting safely behind stone walls. They need to see action. We need to give them targets, raids, villages to burn.

The Valerian Empire fears the men of winter because they don’t play by the rules of civilized warfare. It’s time to show the Northrenders that you’re more than just another southern king. You are their equal. No—more. Their blade."

A murmur rippled through the council, some nodding, others looking more doubtful. But Aric pressed on, his voice rising with confidence.

"Start small. Send them into Valerian territory, hit outlying forts, border towns, maybe other kingdoms outskirts—places that won’t raise alarm but will send a message to the Northrenders that this is a rebellion worth fighting for. I can provide you with intelligence—places to strike that the empire won’t expect. And when the time comes, we don’t wait for them to come to us.

We take the fight to Valerian...because then the northerners are not fighting for some weaklings who merely uses their power to protect themselves, but they are fighting alongside a conqueror just as blood hungry as they are."

The room grew silent as Aric finished, his words hanging in the air like a challenge.

The bearded count, still unconvinced, narrowed his eyes. "And what would your role be in all of this, Prince? You lay on your sick bed while we work? What use is a weak and sickly prince like you to such a violent plan of battle and war"

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Aric looked at him with a cool, predatory gaze.

"No need to show your foolishness to me count, I’m already well aware of it"

"You dare?! " The count shot up from his seat, ki flaring.

The king raised his hand, stopping the count, gesturing he let the prince speak.

"Strong men win battles, smart men win wars. I will be the one guiding your strategy. I have knowledge of the empire and every kingdom within it that none of you can match—so much so I knew your entire plan. I know the empire weaknesses. I know how to exploit them. And more importantly, I have nothing to lose.

The Forgotten Prince is dead to Valeria. But here, in Byzeth? I am an instrument of a grander chaos."

The king exchanged glances with several members of his council, his intrigue now tempered with calculation. Finally, he nodded slowly, his gaze locking with Aric’s.

"You speak well, prince. But talk is cheap. Show me results, and then we will see where our partnership leads."

Aric grinned, knowing he had won the first round of his deadly game. "I’ll have your first target soon."

’Use Rejuvenation boost.’

[Rejuvenation boost has been used | Time left: 4:00]

[Ki flow has increased by 65%]

[Ki and mana are clashing]

Aric smiled, his hand gripping the seat handles as he prepared to stand up. "Also, the next time the lot of you try to intimidate me with such an embarrassing display of ki..."

As the prince spoke, the eyes of the council members widened, and the hair on their skin stood erect. They felt something. It wasn’t mana nor ki—it was, put simply... destruction.

"... I will damn the consequences," the prince completed, standing up from the chair, which then turned black and crumbled to ash.

"Have a good rest of your day," The prince said, turning and exiting the courtyard.