**WARNING!** Heavy use of language and violence is present. Some scenes may not be suitable for younger readers.
This book, "Regal Rift," is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidenta...
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The hall was filled with a stunned silence as the royal families recognized the scorpion tattoo on Rhys's back.
Whispers of fear and disbelief rippled through the crowd.
King Roland, summoning all his courage, stepped forward and uttered the words that sent a chill down everyone's spine.
"You? You belong to the Upper League demon?"
Prince Lyxander's eyes widened as understanding dawned upon him. It was one of Master Ellias's teachings, a dark legend that had always seemed like a distant nightmare.
Master Ellias had once told him that demons belonging to the Upper League wielded unparalleled magic, their very beings imbued with ancient curses.
Though anger surged through him, Prince Lyxander gathered his thoughts and confronted Rhys.
"Why, Rhys? Why would you do this to us?"
His voice trembled with a mixture of sadness and betrayal, his heart heavy with the realization that Rhys's vengeance was centered around them.
"What is your reason? I know it's not just for power."
Rhys glanced at him seriously, his demonic eyes reflecting a depth of darkness. He didn't answer Prince Lyxander question instead he asked him a question.
"Do you know, Prince Lyxander, why you can't wield this sword?"
He lifted the Eldorian sword, which now seemed to pulse with a sinister life of its own.
"It is because this sword requires a certain amount of sacrifice. You don't have enough darkness in your heart, and that's why you can't wield it."
Gasps of shock echoed through the hall at this revelation.
Clan Chief Jachim Witold stepped forward, his voice trembling with disbelief.
"What are you saying? That King Eirian is not the noble king we all know?"
Rhys's sinister smile deepened.
"Oh? Do you truly believe that King Eirian is a noble king?"
His gaze shifted to King Eirian, who stood in shock at the unfolding events. Rhys's voice dripped with mockery.
"Tell me, King Eirian, whose blood did you sacrifice in order to wield this sword?"
Princess Lyra, restrained and unable to move freely due to the dagger pressed to her neck, asked Rhys what he was talking about, her voice filled with confusion.
"What are you implying Rhys?"
King Eirian remained silent, his face a mask of torment, which only fueled Rhys's anger.
In a swift motion, Rhys moved to Queen Lyzandra's side, pointing the Eldorian sword at her, his voice a venomous hiss.
