Chapter 221 His Greatest Enemy Was Actually His Strongest Ally It had been two days since Vassago had talked to Percival, and yet, he couldn't shake off the words that the PocoPocoh had spoken to him. He was feeling restless, as if he was out of the loop and everyone around him knew what was happening, while he was left in the dark. Percival thought that the power he now possessed was something he already had by birth. But, after being told that the one who gave him the power he had was none other than the Master that had tortured him, he felt devastated. Because of this, he did the only thing he could do and talked to his mother. He wanted to know if what Zion said about Cleo having visions was the truth or not. "You want to ask Cleo about her visions?" Briella looked at his son with worry. "Why?" "Because I want to know the truth," Percival replied. "The real reason behind this war, and why Anwir is allowed to roam free despite what he did to me." Briella sighed because her once happy family had broken apart due to Anwir's actions. However, Zion had also chastised her because she could have stopped it if she wanted to. But, she did not. The seven-year-old told her straight up that the reason why Percival was taken away was because she allowed it to happen. She was at fault, just like Anwir was, so she didn't have the moral standing to blame him for enslaving Percival. In the end, all of this happened because she decided to turn a blind eye to everything. "Understood," Briella said softly. "Let's go see Cleo." Percival nodded and followed his mother until they arrived at his sister's room. "Cleo, it's me." Briella knocked on the door. "Percival wants to talk to you." The door opened, showing a pretty Tigerkin, who was only a few years older than Percival. "Come in, Mother, Brother," Cleo said as she opened the door wider. "I have been… expecting the two of you." Briella found her daughter's choice of words quite interesting because she never used it before. However, since her daughter was a Seer, she thought that her powers might have evolved, allowing her to see more things clearly. The three Tigerkins sat on the couch, as Percival told his older sister the reason he wanted to talk to her. "When I first saw Zion, I saw him standing on a hill, as Giant Fireballs descended from the sky. The Barbarians, the Tigerkins, were caught up in the explosions, with some of them dying, and getting burned alive on the spot." Cleo's words were measured, yet firm and clear. If in the past, she would shudder while recalling these things. But now, things were different. She had become a little bit stronger, and accepted that her visions served as a warning, and hope for her, and her people. "But, I've been seeing more visions of him as of late," Cleo's hand that was being held by her mother, trembled a bit as she recalled her latest vision about Zion. "I saw him facing off against a horned monster with flames covering its body. You and Brother Anwir were there as well, supporting him from the side. "This Monster is the reason this war is happening in the first place, and his name is Arundel the Destroyer. A Majin Prince who is coming to conquer our lands and enslave our people." Briella and Percival didn't say anything when Cleo said Brother Anwir. Instead, they focused on her latest vision, which showed Zion fighting on the front lines against a being that was stronger than the Barbarian King and the Tigerkin King. But, what was more surprising was that the ones helping him fight it were none other than Percival and Anwir. Such a being was beyond their capabilities to fight, and yet, there they were, fighting against it with grim expressions on their faces. "Did you see the outcome of the battle?" Percival asked. "Did we win?" "I-I don't know," Cleo answered. "I didn't see anything that might tell me the outcome of the battle. I just know that you and Brother Anwir were fighting the Majin Prince with Zion." "You said that he was fighting the Majin Prince, too, right?" Percival asked. "How is he fighting? Did you see him punch the Majin Prince?" His question was filled with sarcasm. Although he didn't doubt his sister's vision, he found the mere thought of Zion fighting on the front lines very ridiculous. Cleo didn't think much of the sarcasm in Percival's question, and only looked at him sadly. "Brother, don't talk about Zion like that," Cleo said softly. She wanted to say more things, but she couldn't do it because saying it was very painful. Cleo had seen how hurt Zion was in her vision, and it made her feel hurt as well. She had seen the seven-year-old's face filled with anger as tears fell from his eyes. His body, which was soaked in his blood and the blood of others, continued to stand tall as he faced the Majin Prince with determination. Seeing him like that, she felt ashamed, and embarrassed of herself because she had feared him back then. She thought that he was a monster hiding inside a Human's body. But, she found out through her vision that he was more kind, and compassionate than others. The tears she saw back then. The anger in his roars. The desperation in his eyes. Made her wish that if there was an ending in her vision, she hoped that it was a happy one. For that was the only thing that would justify all the pain, and sadness, that the entirety of the Valbarra Archipelago would experience on that fateful day. A day when their pride and dignities would be trampled on, by an existence that only knew how to destroy the happiness that they held dear in their lives. Seeing the look on her sister's face, Percival couldn't help but avert his gaze. Her gaze was piercing, as if she could see right through his insecurities, making him feel ashamed. A moment later, Percival could no longer bear it and left the room to head to his Father's office. He needed to do one more thing before he could make up his mind whether to return to Zion or not. But, before that, he needed to meet with his Brother, Anwir, once again. Only by doing so could he make a decision. A decision that would make him realize that his greatest enemy was actually his strongest ally.