The First Legendary Beast Master novel Chapter 393

Chapter 393 Doug And Hawk Showdown

The gathering broke up after another hour of camera people running around to take shots of everyone mingling.

Karl's reluctance to mingle actually made their life easy, as he was with a group in the background of many shots, and he just had to move between them for individual photos. They didn't need a photo with everyone, just enough that they could fill multiple articles with whatever fit.

In contrast, the hyperactive ones like Lotus were harder to properly photograph because they kept disappearing, or appearing with the same people over and over, so you could never get a shot with the people you wanted.

They talked to a hundred people in the evening, but every time the camera caught them, they were with the same ones. That would just cause scandals if they posted too many.

The bored population wouldn't see a hyper nature priestess talking to all the fun people, they would see a married politician with a much younger woman in multiple photos, as if they were a couple.

Lotus wasn't helping that situation, as she had no qualms about hanging off people, and there were multiple pictures with her in either Bob or Tank's arms, gaining elevation so she could see what was going on.

Karl almost felt sorry for the reporters who had to do damage control so they didn't cause rumours that would get them yelled at by ranking Elites or their bosses.

"Prince Karl, could we get one last photo?" One of the reporters asked as Karl left with his group.

"Of course."

They all turned as a group, and Karl put an arm over Dana's shoulder as she leaned against him.

Doug had done the same with Morgana, who was currently tipsy enough that she wasn't yelling at him, while the others arrayed themselves around the couples.

"Thank you all. Have a splendid evening. Will you be at the general mess hall in the morning?" The reporter asked.

"Perhaps. We may be busy again tomorrow with the aftermath of today's advancements." Karl explained.

The reporters left them, and Karl's expanded group, including the Mackenzie brothers and Morgana, returned to the Fort for the evening. Now that they had hammocks there, the trio hadn't returned to the teachers' dorms for an evening since, and Karl didn't blame them. They were in the same dorm tent as Tank, and Karl could hear him snoring from the mess hall if the big berserker had a morning off.

Anyone with enhanced hearing had to be suffering or using earplugs to sleep in camp.

They had the next day off, and Karl was looking forward to sleeping in, but first thing in the morning, the sound of loud celebrations woke him up from a deep sleep.

"What is going on out there." He muttered to himself as he equipped his suit and rolled out of his hammock.

Oddly, there was nobody in the fort, they were all outside, gathered in a circle on the ground while Hawk and Doug stared each other down.

There were vines in between them, being blocked by a wall of fire, and both of them were surging with power as they competed.

Why they felt the need for a power game before six in the morning was a mystery, but they were dedicated to it, and Hawk was so focused on his work that Karl wasn't even picking up any stray thoughts from him.

Karl sat down in the entryway and watched the challenge while the other beasts slept. Both Hawk and Doug were right at the boundary to the Royal Rank advancement, and their contest seemed to be to keep up with each other.

The vines enlarged and contracted, while the flames shifted in colour, adapting to each other and maintaining the stalemate. Flames would burst from a new location, headed for Doug, only to be intercepted by a new vine, or a new vine would be intercepted by a ball of fire, increasing the density of the conflict every time one of them had a slight advancement.

It looked like any progress that they were making were balancing each other out, at least for the first few minutes.

Then Hawk's flame body went from a red-orange to a deep vermilion, and his power surged as his body expanded from condor sized to nearly five metres in wingspan as his wings spread in a majestic sweep of fire. _{freeωebnovēl.c૦m}