I Got My System Late, But I'll Become Beastgod-Chapter 222: The Kings’ Alliance

The earth still quaked under the shockwaves of Seemus and Zalmic’s spar. Their fists collided with explosive force, each blow laced with pure Pran energy. Every strike cracked the ground, every counter sent shockwaves rippling across the red sky. It wasn’t flashy, no flames or illusions—just raw power clashing head-on, enough to level armies.

Aamir stood with Seenu and Kunal at the rim of the crater, arms folded, crimson eyes following every movement. The corner of his lips curved faintly.

"This is good," he said softly, his voice carrying against the howling wind. "But I think this is enough."

And then—he vanished.

The next instant, Aamir appeared in the very heart of the crater. Seemus’s Pran-charged fist surged forward, air splitting around it, while Zalmic’s crushing strike cut through the dust with brutal precision. Both roared, their blows seconds from colliding—enough to carve another scar into the land.

But they never landed.

A hand caught both strikes at once, crimson aura blazing outward in a controlled burst that dispersed the shockwave like mist.

The ground shook—but only from the release of pressure.

Both kings froze, eyes wide.

"Lord Aamir..." Seemus whispered, his aura fading instantly.

"You returned," Zalmic said, his usually cold voice carrying a rare note of respect.

Aamir released their fists and stepped back, calm but firm. "Yes. And I need your help."

Seemus and Zalmic exchanged a glance, then straightened, lowering their heads slightly in reverence.

"What is it you seek, my lord?" Zalmic asked.

Aamir’s crimson gaze sharpened. "The location of another world. Its name is Osyris. I must move there quickly. There are five more planets that I have to rescue before Zorwath destroys them."

At the name, Zalmic’s brow furrowed. "Osyris..." He paused only a moment before nodding firmly. "Then we will find it. I’ll mobilize my people. They’ll begin searching at once."

Aamir gave a curt nod. "Good."

He gestured behind him as Seenu and Kunal descended into the crater, their forms steady, unfazed by the residual energy in the air.

"Meet them," Aamir said. "These are my comrades—Seenu and Kunal."

The vampire king’s eyes widened briefly, then narrowed. "What? These two... they are humans?"

Even Seemus tilted his head, his aura still thrumming faintly in curiosity.

But Aamir’s voice cut through, firm and absolute. "Indeed. But do not mistake them for weak. These two are as capable as I am. In some ways..." He glanced at them, a faint grin tugging his lips. "...even more dangerous."

Zalmic’s cold expression shifted into something respectful. "If you vouch for them, Lord Aamir, then I will not question it. After all, I am already familiar with your... capabilities."

Kunal smirked faintly, pushing his glasses up. "Didn’t expect a vampire king to sound so polite."

Seenu’s gaze stayed sharp, his hand still resting lightly on his katana. "Respect is earned, not given. Looks like Aamir’s already earned plenty."

Aamir ignored their banter and turned back to Zalmic. "Then get to work."

The vampire king raised a hand. From the ground beside him, shadows began to ripple like liquid. A moment later, a figure rose from them—tall, clad in black armor, his presence cold as a grave. He dropped to one knee instantly, his voice deep and steady.

"Yes, my lord."

Zalmic’s voice carried authority. "Syran. Inform the research division. I want every resource directed to locating the planet called Osyris. Start now."

Syran lowered his head deeper. "At once, my king."

And with that, his body melted back into the shadows, sinking into the ground until only ripples of darkness remained.

Seenu raised an eyebrow, watching closely. "So... they can use techniques like that? Moving through shadows?"

Aamir shook his head. "No. Don’t call it magic. It’s not that. Each vampire possesses an ability unique to their bloodline. Syran’s is shadow-walking. Others may wield illusion, sound, or flesh manipulation. Their powers are like extensions of themselves—abilities, not spells."

Kunal’s golden eyes glowed faintly as he studied the fading ripples of shadow. "Abilities tailored to the soul, huh? Interesting... but also dangerous. If every vampire has something like that, then they’re not to be underestimated."

Seemus cracked his knuckles, grinning faintly.

"And the werewolves are no different. We were already monsters without Pran — now with it, we’ve only grown more dangerous. Some crush stone with their claws, others shake the earth with their roars... and my fists?" His grin widened. "They’re harder than steel."

Seenu smirked faintly. "Sounds like fun opponents."

Zalmic glanced at him with sharp eyes. "Careful, human. Our spar was but a fraction of our strength. We do not waste full power unless war demands it."

But Seenu only nodded, calm and steady. "Same here."

The air grew heavy again, tension flickering between the kings and Aamir’s comrades—but Aamir lifted a hand, cutting through it.

"Enough. We’re not here to measure pride. We’re here to prepare for war. Zorwath will not wait forever, and when he moves, none of us will have the luxury of doubt."

Both kings lowered their heads once more, unified in response. "As you command."

Aamir turned, his crimson cloak swaying with the wind as he faced the distant spires of black stone. The sky above them glowed red, a constant reminder of the cursed world they stood upon.

"Zorwath thinks he can divide us. Break us. But with this alliance—humans, vampires, and werewolves together—we’ll prove him wrong."

Seemus slammed a fist into his palm, eyes blazing. "The werewolves are with you."

Zalmic’s cold gaze glowed faintly crimson. "And so are the vampires. Until the end."

Aamir’s lips curved into a faint smile, but his eyes remained hard.

Because deep inside, he knew—

Osyris would not be the last planet.

The crater was still buzzing with residual energy when Zalmic finally spoke again. His voice, usually cold and commanding, carried a note of gratitude.

"Lord Aamir, the Pran you taught us... it has changed everything. Our people are no longer fighting with raw rage or instinct alone. We’ve learned to shape our strength, to refine it. Our warriors are stronger than ever."

Seemus grinned, cracking his neck. "It’s true. Before, we relied only on brute force. But with Pran, even the youngest wolf can fight with precision. It gave us more than power—it gave us discipline."

Zalmic nodded, his crimson eyes glinting. "And after you tamed the beasts of this land, the balance shifted. Those creatures once terrorized our borders, but now..." His lips curved faintly. "...our people have begun forming bonds with them. Allies instead of enemies. Entire villages are protected by beasts that once devoured them."

Kunal pushed his glasses higher, smirking faintly. "So you’ve basically got monster armies now? Guess that’s one way to keep invaders out."

Seemus barked a laugh, folding his arms. "Not armies—partners. The beasts aren’t slaves. They fight with us because they choose to. That’s the bond Pran forged between us."

Aamir’s gaze softened. He remembered the countless battles he fought across this cursed land, every beast he subdued with blood and patience. To hear now that his work had borne fruit—it was the closest thing to hope he had felt in years.

"Good," Aamir said firmly. "That’s what I wanted. Unity. If you can stand with the beasts, then Zorwath won’t break you so easily."

Zalmic inclined his head. "Your vision already reshaped Cyrsis. The vampires and werewolves no longer eye each other with constant suspicion. We still spar, we still clash—but there is a line neither side will cross. Because both sides now hold one truth..."

Seemus finished for him, his voice booming. "...that when the day comes, we fight together. Against the real enemy."

Seenu, who had been silent until now, smirked faintly. "Sounds like you’ve both grown stronger. Makes me curious what your ’full power’ really looks like."

Zalmic gave him a sharp glance. "Perhaps one day you’ll see. But only when war demands it."

Seemus grinned wider. "Or when I get bored."

Kunal snorted. "Please don’t. The last spar almost cracked the ground in half. I’d rather not fall into a hole before the real fight starts."

Despite himself, even Zalmic allowed the faintest twitch of amusement to touch his lips.

Aamir lifted a hand, quieting the banter. His crimson aura pulsed faintly, wrapping around his words.

"What you’ve built here—it matters. But don’t grow complacent. Zorwath is not idle. He’s moving pieces we don’t yet see. That’s why I need Osyris located quickly."

Zalmic’s expression hardened again, his voice sharp with resolve. "It will be done."

Seemus nodded, slamming his fist into his palm. "And when you return from Osyris, you won’t be fighting alone. The wolves will be ready."

Zalmic added quietly, but firmly, "And so will the vampires."

For a moment, the four of them stood in silence—the human who had changed their world, the kings who once fought as rivals, and the comrades who now carried that weight forward. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

The red winds howled above, carrying dust across the crater, but in that moment it felt less like a battlefield and more like the foundation of something greater.

An alliance born not from fear—but from choice.