There was nothing else that came to mind for Vandread other than the ship they were currently traveling on, of course. It would be the one and only thing that they could possibly light on fire so easily. The thing that puzzled him the most, however, was trying to figure out the rationale behind their plan. Vandread couldn't help but wonder who these people were and why they felt the need to commit such a heinous act as setting fire to the ship while it was still full of innocent people aboard it. Unfortunately for Vandread, he was no longer able to hear the rest of what the two gentlemen had been talking about because the room where they were having their conversation was already starting to become crowded. And as the two men were already making their way out of the tavern room, Vandread immediately wanted to follow them. However, he was immediately prevented from doing so by the presence of the same lady who had been working behind the counter earlier. “Here’s your flask. "And I
After getting separated from those two elderly people, Vandread's mother’s skepticism lingered like a shadow, as she couldn't resist the urge to delve into the sudden transformation of her son’s behavior. And so, with a mix of curiosity and concern, she ventured forth to inquire about the enigma that had become her son. “Son," his mother's voice carried through the air, laced with concern, "has there been a weight upon your thoughts, a nagging presence that has taken over your mind?” Vandread's mother inquired, her voice laced with curiosity. In that very instant, Vandread found himself deep in contemplation, his teeth relentlessly grinding against the morsel of bread that lingered within his mouth. His mother remained there, her eyes fixed on her son, searching for answers that Vandread wasn't ready to give. The room was filled with the sound of waves classing against the ship when Vandread eventually replied, "Why did you ask?". His mother's head shook gently, a smile playing at
Vandread's train of thought was momentarily distracted when a crow landed unexpectedly on the window and startled her. Just as the monster's life was coming to an end, it made a noise. A noise that seemed to be coming from crows but sounded suspiciously like a signal. He was about to use the baston to bash in the head of the cryptic bird when it suddenly took flight and ran away, allowing Vandread to spare its life.In their village, crows are considered a symbol of bad luck. Once a crow wanders into someone's home out of nowhere in their community, it is regarded as a portent of ill fortune. The likelihood of seeing a crow in Biringan was extremely low, which made Vandread worry about her predicament even more."Vandread…""Boran?"The moment Vandread looked up and saw Boran enter the hut for the second time, the flow of introspective musings that he had been having was abruptly halted. He was bleeding from the head, which had been injured. It's possible that the impact of what the
The rescuers eventually left Vandread inside the evacuation center shortly after they arrived. With the sudden image of what was happening inside the evacuation, he was struck with guilt and compassion. Many families were given temporary helter, despite the fact that the majority of them were in shock and traumatized from the storm. It was massive enough to have cost so much for their families to feel in such a state.He couldn't help but cry as he looked into the eyes of the children, who were completely unaware of what was going on while their guardians were devastated. There were also reported casualties that rescuers were unable to save, which was why some evacuees were crying out at the other end of the center. Hearing such lamentation, Vandread couldn't help but imagine the worst-case scenario that could have happened to Boran or her grandmother.The two of them are still inside the isolation ward, being cared for by the medical team assigned to the center, and as each second pa
"What happened to Boran, Vandread? Tell me, what happened to my son?"Vandread was left completely unable to articulate her thoughts. He felt ashamed because he knew he and her grandmother were to blame for Boran's poor condition. He was so embarrassed by the situation that he couldn't even bring herself to say it in front of Boran's mother.."Vandread, I have a question for you. Answer me please!" Boran's mother's pleadings were ignored as Vandread was being restrained by her conscience while her eyes were pinned towards the ground. He was still unable to meet her eyes directly..Suddenly, Boran's father suddenly took control of the situation and removed his wife from it, telling her, "Honey, let it go. Vandread must also be in a state of shock at this point."Boran's mother stopped pursuing Vandread for answers as he and her husband moved closer to Boran's side once more. Meanwhile, Vandread continued to be tortured by her conscience. Especially after having witnessed Boran's mother
Vandread's eyes widened in response to the deafening screeches of crows that were coming from somewhime above the charcoal-colored skies. He made the necessary adjustments to him vision, which had been somewhat hazy for a considerable amount of time as a result of the rapidly moving dense fog that surrounded the area.He soon came to the realization that not only was he nowhime near the area whime the evacuation was, but even more ominously, he was positively certain that he was no longer anywhime near the town of Biringan."Impossible! What's going on hime? Whime am I?" Vandread asked himself.However, it was a waste of time because no one would even attempt to answer him question in the first place. As he tried to recall what had occurred, the only thing that he could think about was the time when a man who appeared to be mysterious and was wearing an overall cover took him in after he had killed Boran's doppelganger.In the middle of trying to figure out whime he was, Vandread's fo
"I just can't believe we're going to run into that man again, dear." Winona uttered. It was very obvious that he was just hiding him frustration from the way he puhed himself to a smile despite him agony."Oh, don't you even want to see him? I even thought you'd be happy, after all, he used to be your first love." Hrod's mockery of his wife's first love interest was tinged with a bit of jealousy, which he clearly did not hide. He was so focused on what he was doing that he failed to hear him roaring behind him once more. Unfortunately, by the time he realized what had happened, Winona had already kicked his butt again, sending him tumbling to the ground.They decided to set up camp in the middle of the woods as nighttime's darkness engulfed everything around them. Winona ensured their safety by erecting an ethimeal barrier around them, which he positioned so that it would prevent any othim beings from sneaking up on them while they slept.How Winona created a barrier that rendered th
"That's a Bantao Encantacion." Hrod, who must have been listening to Vandread, responded to him question."Bantao Encantancion? What exactly is that?"Vandread kept him composure to the point whime Hrod did not get the impression that he was being overly nosy about them, despite the fact that he seemed curious. When Hrod ultimately entertained Vandread, he did not appear to bothim answering him questions, and it does not appear that he does so now.Bantao Encantacion is a form of mentala or spiritual power that was adapted from the mythological gods and goddesses and then modified into special encantacions. In later years, it was discovered that these encantacions could be beneficial both offensively and defensively. It was the Balians who were the driving force behind the creation of Bantao Encantacion.""Balians? What exactly is a Balian?""The real question hime, Vandread, is who exactly are the Balians? In the past, the Balians served as a conduit for communication between the inh