The hooded man made up his mind. He looked at the cliff and with no hesitation, he leaped off the ground and started to climb it.
In no time he had made it to the barrier that was the sea of dark clouds. He still did not hesitate as he climbed and went passed them.
As he did, the clouds hung on to him as they penetrated his body with his defenses not working against them at all.
They made it into his body but he did not struggle. Unfortunately, since he was still wearing his hooded armor, you still could not make out what effect they had on him if any.
He broke through them and reaching the cliff's surface was now child's play to someone like him.
When he reached the top, a view of the capital from afar was in front of him. He was above a great forest that stretched for as far as his eyes could see to the east of him.
On the north was the sea of dark clouds that had rolling hills as high as skyscrapers keeping it at bay. That was where he was standing.
To his west was the capital of the kingdom that invaded some of the northern parts of the land but covered a great distance and land in the west with the capital's wall stretching for miles around it as a form of protection.
In the westmost part of the kingdom, you could see villages from here and there that were built outside the wall and many of them large and having walls of their own.
The south was a mixture of mountains, hills, forests, and valleys that looked hard to travel. The mountains and hills did not have the same rocks that kept the sea of dark clouds at bay with everything about this southern part looking too normal. The forest did not have anything grand about it.
Where the hooded man was, he could hear beasts rooming the forest floor, with some already knowing he was there. They were watching him but not approaching.
'Now that is the feeling I missed since finding the boy. The feeling of always being watched. It is like even the beasts here can feel that the constant feeling of being watched has vanished. Something must be wrong.'
He asked himself as he leaped off the cliff and down to the forest floor.
He made no sound this time, unlike when he was hunting for the monster. He stayed away from the beasts, wanting to waste no time as he wanted to get what he needed and leave before the old man's sight returned.
The forest's trees were big, making it seem that some of the beasts that lived there were big too. Here and there, there were signs of fighting while at a distance there was some fighting still going on but he ignored them.
In no time he had made it out of the great forest. Like all the others that were on the road that lead to the capital, he stopped running and walked.
Almost all the people around him were tall and big while some, just like he was, only reached to their shoulders or chest. These were like basketball players that were warriors and he and the others were just ordinary people.
They all looked like warriors while the women looked tall and sexy but ones that no guy wanted to get the other end of the stick from. Everyone wore armor, even the children. The majority of everyone's hair color was brown together with their eyes.
As he got closer to the capital, he finally took note of the now vivid sections that made the capital. There were five of them and each was guarded by a Section Lord as you made your way to the castle.
Each section's buildings had a different color to their rooftops and build, showing the pride each lord took in the affinity of their element.
The first section was colored brown, the second red, the third light blue with a patch of lines representing lightning, the fourth was dark and the last section only consisting of some small mansions and large homes together with the castle was just neutral, almost resembling grey.
The first was the biggest of them all. Stretching for miles and the only one touching the outer wall.
The second was smaller than the first and so on till the last one and the one consisting of the castle was the smallest but more spacious. Each section was more than 30 to 50 kilometers between each one except for the fifth through the pensions and buildings there had more land to themselves, showing how less they were.
It was the same with the population. The outer sections were more densely populated than the inner sections.
The river that flowed from the castle top cut through all the sections and went west where all the villages were built.
Some of the villages had tall buildings that loomed over the whole village while others did not. In the capital, only the third section had such a tall building.
'It's been more than 80 years since I have been here, yet this place still feels and looks the same.'
He thought.
As he got near, he saw it. The board that welcomed everyone who dared to come to their kingdom. The pride of their people.
'Draga, capital of the Dragonian kingdom. The kingdom that once belonged to the dragons and their fierce ruler, DRAGA. Defeated by our first king, Barberia, we Barbarians conquered this kingdom and made it our own, thus becoming Dragereins. To show respect to such a mighty being who took the arm and leg of our first king in battle, we keep the name of his kingdom and name the capital after the mighty being as even in death his breath still curses the land. WELCOME TO DRAGA, where only the strong rule.'
Even for someone who is not prideful as he was, the hooded man had to admit that he felt a little sense of pride every time he read that. It was normal for his people to honor the stronger and even when they had fallen in battle and were their enemy.
Just as he passed the board, three people were sitting on a rock at the other side of it, eying each and every person who passed by as busy as the road was.
One lifted his eyebrow up after seeing prey pass by. A wide grin greeted the world as he sized up the man in black armor and a hood that looked like he did not want trouble.
"Yo, think we just found our meal for the day."
He said to the others who were looking at different prey too. They all looked in the same direction and as soon as they did, they all smiled but one of them remembered something.
The three could not help themselves as they sized the hooded man up and down.Two of them were middle-aged males. The one who had spotted him looked skinnier than the other who looked like all he knew was fighting and never read a book in his life. The last was a woman wearing leather armor.They were all wearing impressive armor with the men carrying long swords and the woman a bow and a short sword. It was the woman who spoke next."He doesn't have his defensive shield up. Don't you remember your training from the guild? Some who do not put up their defensive shield are powerful bastards that do not want to show how strong they are, with some of those being crazy maniacs who kill anything that comes close to them for the fun of it while for some it's for their cultivation."She said.The person who first spotted the hooded man sized him up again and could not help but smile wildly even more."And some are weak fools who act strong to keep good guys like us from our meals."He said a
Guards ran to the scene and got there within seconds.They were wearing dark grey leather armor and all of them had different kinds of weapons on them. You could tell by just looking at them that their armor and weapons were of high quality.They all had the badge of a tall man slaying a dragon on their chest.After reaching the area, one of them who had arrived faster than the others signals them to stop. He knew who the armor of the dead bodies belonged to and had wanted to kill them himself, but he was a guard of the wall which came with certain restrictions.They waited for the hooded man to finish and after he left without them doing anything to him or questioning him, they took the bodies and removed any sign of a battle or blood on the road.It was like nothing had happened.'So, outside the walls, the rules are still the same. Do not kill those in a lower circle of power than yours unless provoked while those who are weaker can challenge and kill those who are in a higher circ
Draka walked down the street, leaving the busy storefronts, markets, and restaurants and going down an alleyway that lead to the back streets of the busy town.Just like in any city, there was an underground where only those who braved danger could go.After walking for a while and thinking that he was lost, he rounded a corner and went into a dark alleyway, and finally found the store that he was looking for.It had a sign written 'Snake Eyes' and a symbol next to it with two snake-like eyes looking straight at him like they were alive.He went inside and was hit with a foul smell like someone had been boiling a dead dog that had been rooting outside for some days. It only lasted a second as he come through the door.It was like his whole body had phased through something jelly-like and he remembered that feeling from all the other times he had come there.He found a sexy ordinary-looking woman wearing no armor but a one-piece black pencil dress. Draka looked at her and saw through h
Her eyes sparkled with curiosity as she heard his words. It seemed that this man had come to relieve her from the boredom she had grown accustomed to in her small shop.She took the beaker and a clear glass that had an enneagram which is a nine-pointed star from under her countertop. In the middle of it was a circle and there were writings in an ancient language written on it and on its points were runes.If you looked closer or had sharp eyes like Draka, you would see that the enneagram was not made using lines, but words, the words written in the language of the Primal World with each one having its meaning and every last one of them interlocking with one another.The runes were the same except for the ancient language that was in the middle of the enneagram.Draka looked at the artifact and could not help but wish he had one of his own for his experiments, but they were hard if almost impossible to get one's hands on one.She poured the blood onto the glass and then took a tube tha
'You cannot reason with a tiger when your head is in its mouth. All you can do is curse it and hope that your words have power such that it courses its balls to explode. That's the only way it would leave you while you are at death's door.'Arkan was at it again. In fact, he was looking at a man that was again feeling a syringe up with a green liquid that Arkan had come to fear more than anything in the two lives that he had lived.It was no coincidence that he considered this man as the tiger and he was cursing him each day he woke up until he fell asleep. All he wished now was for this man's balls to explode for what he had been making him go through.He looked at the man and then the injection and then at the man again as he saw him coming closer and then he cursed him again as he cried out loud."Well, with such a horrific cry I see why even I would think that you are cursed. Even a goblin's cry is way more bearable than yours."Draka said as he closed his ears from the inhuman cr
'Beauty is in the eyes of the beer holder, not the beholder. What about handsomeness then? I must be drunk on cosmic smoke to even think this bastard is as handsome as I am seeing him to be.'Arkan thought.His eyes almost popped out of his head when a bottle magically appeared in the man's hand as he came closer to him.That was when the bottle was placed in his mouth and the first drop of the milk-like substance touched his lips.Feeling the hunger, Arkan wrapped his small hands and arms around it for dear life as he drank the nutritious milk. It was like he did not want Draka to take it away from him.Seeing the handsome man smile, Arkan scowled at him.'Fuck, if this is fortune and I was rescued by this angle looking wanna be motherfucker, then kill me now. If I have to live with this freak of nature that puts the word handsome to shame, I might be adopted by the Guardian of Fuck You! Before I could even walk.'Arkan was at it again.Looking at the child that he had rescued, Draka
The capital's usual jovial mood was subdued in the days following the announcement that the birth of the first prince had gone terribly wrong.The announcement that the baby had side during birth sent chills down everyone's spine except those who walked the path of the Primal.They had faced so much adversity to just get to the first stage and have the prestige to be called such and walk the Primal World in such for power and immortality.In Eldier, Everyone was born with the ability to wield mana and use it in their day-to-day life, but only those with a high enough aptitude, and understanding of the principal and were lucky enough to get a decent cultivation technique could cultivate and rich a stage where they could form a core.All the Primals in the Dragonian Kingdom and especially in Draga could feel the chill in the air.Even normal people could tell that something was not right. It was as if everyone was respecting something to happen.In the underground part of the kingdom, t
"Ahh, Cantel, when is this bitch going get it over with? I am still just a few cores away from breaking through, my core is itching for me to devour a human's core right now."A man said while clouded in darkness. There were two of them in a dark, wet cave that was in a mountain that was far from the capital. The only light came from four mana stones that were at the ends of an intricate formation that was drawn down on the ground and with the two in the center of it.Not that far from the mountain was a small town with walls surrounding it and guards posted on it, looking at the mountainside.It was called Badenia, named after the Primal who was in the fourth circle of power that guarded the town for many years till she died because she could not break through to the fifth circle.It was one of only three small towns in the kingdom that had a powerful Town Lord that did not leave and went to a bigger city where they could get quality resources that would help them break through."Cot