Unlike the previous prime minister, Samuel Bowman is someone who has a military background. No matter how great his abilities are, he still employs quite a lot of bodyguards around his house.“Spencer! You have a lighter?” asks one guard, coming to his friend by showing a cigarette between his fingers.The friend named Spencer takes out his lighter. Meanwhile, that one guard brings one end of the cigarette towards the lighter, with the other end remaining at his lips.Crik! Crik, crik!!!Spencer finds it difficult to light the lighter, and tries to shake it for a few times before doing another attempt.“Did you see the guests who came tonight?” says Spencer opening a conversation. “They are all great people with special abilities. Most of them are top rank professional guardians, and the rest are former soldiers who have joined in several great wars in the past.”“Well, sometimes I think, why does Samuel Bowman employ people like us,” replies the man, taking the unlit cigarette from h
A year has past…The port city of Krago, which is usually busy with tourists, has looked deserted in recent weeks.All the tourist sites are deliberately closed due to renovation projects. However, for more than a month, there has been no visible construction activity at all in those places.Even most hotels, which usually accept bookings from foreign travelers via online, inform that all their rooms have been occupied, even though they almost have no visitors.For some reason, the city government also limits the maximum number of ships at the port, and only allows ships carrying goods.In fact, Krago doesn’t have an airport. The harbor is the main entry point for foreigners to visit the city.Meanwhile, in a large shopping center which is now almost like a ghost town, a man is running panting with his pale face.Every now and then, he looks back as if he is being chased by a demon. He then hides behind a trash can in a narrow dark alley, and hurriedly takes out his cell phone.“Kosha
Meanwhile, two mysterious people are observing the bullying from the rooftop of a building, several hundred meters away from that square.Both of them wear a kind of long cloth covering their bodies like a blanket, with a scarf covering their hair, and another scarf covering their mouth and nose.They are like vagabonds who have just passed through a desert, with their dusty cloth looking quite dull.Even though only part of their faces are visible, it is quite easy to tell that one of them is a man with short black hair, and the other one is a woman with eyeglasses, having long brown hair which is not fully covered by the scarf, blowing in the wind.The man has a big broad sword covered in bandages at his back, while the woman has a crossbow hanging on her left side.“That unique self-healing ability, and the pseudo-immortality,” mutters the woman. “They must be the vampires he talked about.”“It does look troublesome,” says the man. “But their fighting abilities are not that great. S
After healing themselves too often, with the loss of an arm, in the end one of them runs out of mana and spirit.That one vampires falls with his body emitting smoke. It's no longer to regenerate, but it is his bituminous liquid which is evaporating after there is nothing to bind it.This catches the attention of the other Tritons. Kosha and Zandhos also stop the bullying, and find the body of that one Triton decomposing in a high rate.“Oh, finally someone died,” says Zandhos.Kosha glances and observes the faces of those vampires one by one. Despair and fear are clearly visible in them.This is the first time for these people to see one of their own rotting so quickly like that, which slowly brings fear into their minds.“Am I going to die like him?” mutters one of them, before turning to look at his stumped arm. “No, I don’t want to die! Somebody, help me get my hand back!”Unfortunately, these Tritons have been completely unaware that their mana has been seeping out and evaporatin
Meanwhile, the two mysterious hunters still remain on the rooftop of the building, witnessing an event that will determine the fate of humanity in the future.“Should we join them?” asks the man.“Don’t be stupid!” the woman denies. “None of them knows who we are. We might become targets from both parties.”She keeps watching from above, focusing her attention on the one Triton who is being YOLO, a bit separated from the Tetartos.He is Jaeden Wilcox, the mafia boss of the Sharkfin clan. This one man is quite skilled at fighting using katana, having smooth slashing movements, nimble and strong.Despite being alone fighting so many Krago citizens, he hasn’t had any injury so far. The number of his victims continues to increase, until it is stopped when he starts confronting Zandhos.And it seems like Zandhos knows this person quite well. How can he forget, because this middle-aged man is the one who killed his father in the civil war 25 years ago.“I’ve been waiting for this day,” utte
The front of the car sinks to the ground, with its back lifting upwards just as the female hunter's fiery shot comes with powerful force of mana mixed with heat which is also ignited by the oxygen in the air.And then…Boom!!!The car explodes after its bottom part is hit by the fiery shot. A few moments later, Jaeden crawls out of the car, still alive with a body covered in thick smoke as all his fatal wounds healed at a high rate.“Namsqeem! Let’s begin the two-link possession,” says Dean.Namsqeem seeps into the man’s body. Jaeden tries to reject the possession, but he is too weak to reject it. After that, Dean holds the man’s head, and some sparks of lightning occur around them.The male hunter appears and he looks so annoyed, to find his prey has been snatched by someone else. He rushes to Dean in silence and delivers a powerful blow using his knuckle from behind.“At least, say Hi first, motherfucker!”“No, wait!” The female hunter gets down from the rooftop to stop her partner.
A few days later, still in Krago…Several important figures gather at the mayor's house. There are Kosha, Zandhos, and their leader from the Dastan Tribe, Nazer Azamatov. Meanwhile, Dean is alone as the only remaining man from the Miarnin tribe.Near them, there is Zamir Ibragimov, the leader of the Madiyar tribe, accompanied by one man from his tribe. There are also two men from Zalfari named Joshua and Delgado who represent Camran, while the old man himself remains at Zalfari.There is also Amanet who is accompanied by his son. These two giants look so dominant because of their large size.Then there are three from the Yarzhan tribe representing their leader who can’t attend the meeting. And then, the host, Elian Korey, the mayor of Krago himself, who is the leader of the Erzhan tribe.Among those present, only Dean, Amanet and his son, Zulfik, stand out with the unique characteristics of their respective tribes.The rest are half bloods, except for Nazer Azamatov, the leader of the
Namsqeem then provides a brief description of similar conditions that occur in Estuaria. Not completely the same, but worse.“I found them almost everywhere,” he says. “From rich people, public figures, politicians, to street thugs. Cases of missing people. It seems like they want to change you all to be like them. Maybe not all of you, because they still need human blood.”Those who attend this meeting, more or less, already know about Estuaria's involvement in establishing The Democratic State of Yegristan.After receiving this information from Namsqeem, they can’t ignore the possibility that they will wage a war against Estuaria once more.“Is this the reason for your betrayal toward Estuaria?” asks one of the representatives from the Erzhan tribe to Dean.Dean shakes his head. “I’ve never betrayed them.”“They only see his existence as a threat,” says Dastan, without revealing the real reason behind Dean’s issue with Estuaria. “Because of that, they hunted him down by giving all th