From a young age, Anderson had always been treated with care, respect and even reverence. He could practically do all he wanted in this village of monopods. He lived the kind of life his pairs envied, getting whatsoever he wanted. He was like a prince here. But he knew that all that he had was from the hard-earned effort of his father. It always thrilled him when the villagers sang praises of his father. I mean who wouldn't be proud to have a father that had fought for the freedom of his people from the Strangling cruelty of the Writer's fist. In fact, pride was the least of the things that he had for his ever hard-working father. A man that even daringly braved the human world to bring them the knowledge of electricity and climbed fast the ranks of the Grootslang in only a couple of years. The achievements under his father's belt were something that would take any monopod several of their short lifetimes to achieve and would still fall short.

The entire fight was barely a few seconds but the Grootslang had just lost a Father rank. The momentum Derek started with had improved the morale of his teammates and despair to the enemy. That was a Father rank that Derek had played around with like was nothing. Although the others did not know, Derek was freaking out in his heart. That last attack the goat beastman had given was a scary one. Derek himself had even long forgotten that such attacks cannot go through his skin. After defeating the Father, he set his sight on the bear beastman that had killed Farna's son.The bear beastman priest saw this and immediately panicked for his life. He immediately retreated as Derek gave chase. Meanwhile, Aesir and Lydia flanked the other beastman priest on either side. Aesir with his short sword and Lydia with her two knives that she held invertedly. Aesir went for a sweep with his sword for the beastmans legs while Lydia for his head.The Priest looked at his two attack

"Please, spare me. I beg of you...No! NO!!!" The last beastman priest begged and screamed as he was torn to shreds. After his death, the giant cat turned to Lydia, bowed its head before disappearing. Aesir looked at the bloody mess of shredded flesh and bones Lydia had just caused and couldn't help but swallow a big ball of saliva. he made mental notes not to ever piss off this reincarnation of a hell hound.Aesir retracted his aura. He immediately felt like he was carrying a boulder of several hundred kilos instead of his body. His knees had given in to the fatigue. He was still a freshman when it came to using aura. His control of it was practically nonexistent except for activating it. He didn't even know how to turn it off when he was done. It just went off when his body could no longer sustain it. Much like a fire would once the fuel was finished.He used his sword for support and dragged himself to Lydia. "Are you okay!?" She nodded her head, but her condition sa

Tiny came out of the woods and unto the battleground. What she saw welled up anger from the depths of her heart. Derek was a pitiful mess. His face was swollen at different points, his clothes tattered, his skin had severely burnt marks at different points, His left shoulder was dislocated and one of his eyes was so swollen that it was shut tightly closed. Even before her, he was still coughing out blood even though he tried to hide it.She looked at the man that had caused Derek so much pain and her fingers tightened in her fist. She could already see it in her head, the badly destroyed corpse of this idiot. "How dare you touch my... myy!... Derek?" She whispered in a low voice. Her other hand slowly removed her halberd from her back and surprisingly, she threw it on the ground. As much as using a weapon was probably the right thing to do in this case, she was more determined to break this guy's face with her fists. Besides, she was far better at it than any weapon Bastet ev

That was the straw that broke the camel's back. The moment the Bishop heard Derek's name, he panicked. He immediately took to his heels like a child scared of the mysteries of the dark. Rumours had it that the Bishop had participated in the War for salvation. Those rumours were not exactly true, neither were there false. Many, especially those lower ranked in the Grootslang did not know this, but the Grootslang was actually a force created by a 'brat' of the noble Writer families. Yes, they were and still are toys for some rich spoilt boy. Of course, that was the only option.This was the central Mesis humus. A ground for training young noble and royal Writers. Only the ignorant would believe that the Groostlang could exist without submission to a Writer in their own backyard. It was very ironic how the Grootslang preached freedom from the rule of Writers when in fact, there were ruled by one. This was a major secret in the Grootslang. One that only a selected amount of p