Chapter 122. Witch Mistress

Calyx was now only half the height of the King as he turned to face him. 

"Calyx, what's wrong with you? Why did you suddenly shrink?" 

"Do you still have to wonder how our kingdom, from which we descended from just one, got us so short?" 

"Are you claiming that you are a clone?" 

"We Thorax warriors are descended from a short, sturdy physique, except for the massive monarch members, who have the same skin tone as black warriors." The King responded calmly, "Then why are you back to your original height?" 

The Thorax warrior was under a spell, and Calyx intended to hurt him and put him to sleep, but the King merely wished to calm the warrior's temper. So, he hoped that the dagger Calyx was holding would be his. 

Calyx was small compared to King Dreksil's enormous bodily build, but he appeared agile and ready to stab as soon as he got close enough to him. 

The King dove to the side and kicked Calyx with his feet. I