Land of Magic

128

“Mother and father. Brothers and sisters. Ten thousand years have passed since I last held you. Ten thousand years have passed since these lands saw a clear sky above them, since cattle grazed here. With this flesh, my own and yours, I will bring back the Spirit of the Dark Storm tribe. With the blood of our enemies, I will fertilize the earth. I swear that one day, the Blue Tree will bloom here once more.”

The scene changed once again. Hadjar didn’t know how many years had passed, but his Master’s hair had grown back.

Traves was plowing a field. He’d attached a huge boulder to a plow so that its ‘scythe’ would sink deep into the ground, then he’d put on the yoke and, sweating profusely, was now pulling the plow behind him. The soil he was cultivating was so dense that even Hadjar’s strongest attack couldn’t have left a dent in it. So, it wasn’t surprising that even a Primeval Beast like Traves, whose power was equal to the peak of the Lord level, had to work hard to plow it.

“Darling