Creed walked out of the medical facility feeling despondent. He was undoubtedly thinking about the discussion that he just had. He continued to mutter to himself, agitatedly. "What a stupid facade…""And what the hell was I even thinking?? Of Course, she's not gonna tell me shit!! This must be what they call the classified information!! Not to mention that grumpy old man was also sitting right there gawking like a freaking viper!!""Meh… Whatever!! It doesn't matter… At least, now I know that there are more variables in the picture.""Argh fuck!!" Creed cursed under his breath, slapping his forehead with frustration. "What was I even thinking, promising that scumbag Varun a favor? I got nothing in return... what a waste of time!!"Creed went back to his home with no leads at all. Finding 'Eos' and getting him to talk about his unusual weapon was his only lead. Unfortunately, with him leaving without a trace, Creed was out of options now. Nevertheless, one thing was crystal clear. If
A few days later inside the archery facility, Target 101, Kendrik was still busting his ass on the endurance range. However, today for some reason, he was more enthusiastic than ever. Although, his expression told that he was really struggling but the subtleties of his body language during the practice hinted otherwise.Though his limbs were twitching with pain, body drenched with sweat, and veins burst with blood rush, regardless, he was still humming as if he was enjoying his training regime. This shouldn't come as a surprise since he was finally noticing some changes in his shots. Over the past few days Kendrik noticed that his accuracy has slightly increased and he has finally gotten a hang of the customized training regime. This training regime was extremely taxing but after everyday's practice and consistent effort he realized that starting from scratch—as Creed advised—was not bad advice after all. He was also diligently taking the pill that Creed prescribed, and coincident
Several miles away from the borders of the glitch public shelter, a man and a woman wearing Kevlar-suits dragged their feet on the dreary valleys of Ahanya. The sky has already lost its color, bearing a pitch-black darkness blending against the dying aurora hovering between the two beautiful scarlet moons beyond the horizon.Amidst the limited visibility, there was an abundance of the inhuman and beastly wails resonating from the darkest corners of the valley. A cries of death and torture, coming from several miles from the current location.The man had his face partially covered with a black cloth. With his face-covered, he held a primal bow in his hands with an arrow nocked on the bowstring. His boots flattened the grass below with each step while his fingers on the tail of the arrow jittered uncontollably. Surprisingly his breath was steady, yet, his pupils were stretched out to their limits.He walked behind at a consitent pace, while the woman was dripping with a charm of untamed
"What the fuck… was that?" The Archer whispered. "..." Instead of replying, the woman brazenly took hasty steps forward towards the origin of the sound. The archer sighed after noticing the lust dripping from her eyes. He couldn't help but follow her. After walking for 15 minutes straight, they both reached a plain with extremely tall trees stretching all the way till the eyes could see. Surprisingly, All the horrifying noises have finally vanished. This forest was so quiet that it made their guts churn. "I don't like the rhythm of this place!" "Behold… the core of the ghost valley!" "It's as obnoxious as the rumors make it out to be… " "Alright! Now take it from here… better make yourself useful…" "Yeah.. yeah.. Just shut your damn mouth!" The archer put his hand on the ground. A pulse of chakra, rushed from his arms to the ground and spread across the entire area. Soon he pulled his arm away and pointed in front. "Around 525 meters, north west… something is definitely movi
"IT'S A MOUSETRAP…"Those ear screeching words entered his ears, but they were too slow. His spine had already sensed the danger. His pulse raged like thunder while his elbow felt a draft of air. His left shoulder went numb. An unexplainable tick passed through his spine, screaming that something or someone was behind him.Before he could even turn around, his vision went through a sickening turbulence. Unfortunately, his reflexes couldn't react to any of those warning signs. His body flew through the air and brutally crashed against the tree. ~THUDThe back side of his own arrow that was impaled on the tree trunk passed digging a hole through his stomach. The archer's whole body was now skewered on the tree trunk like a painting hanging by the wall through a nail. Also, his left arm was already ripped out of his shoulder, dripping the stream of blood at the foot of the tree. The blood kept gushing out from several other wounds too that cropped up because of brutal thrashing agains
She immediately turned her gaze towards the origin of the shot and saw a person standing approximately 150 meters away."Who… is … that…" She mumbles while coughing blood, The next second, the silhouette of the person rushed towards them with a blazing speed. Surprisingly, He wasn't alone. Two more shadows rushed from the other side and appeared right next to the bleeding woman.The Inca kept gawking viciously at these three people who appeared out of nowhere. She noticed that one of two nearby shadows was actually a man with a hunky body with a broadsword on his back, similar to her own.Whereas the other one who stood next to him had an extremely slim physique. Her height and lean shoulder hinted that she was a woman. Sadly, her body was so thin and malnourished that she almost compared her with a walking skeleton.Most of all, the skinny one was wearing pitch black attire. She had absolutely zero accessories on her body. Not even a secondary set of weapons. The only item she had w
"Just blow the damn whistle… I'm so exhausted!" Agenor grunted as he barely dodged the creature talons, " My lungs are already way past their limits…"Colt nodded. He put his hand in his back pocket and pulled out a shiny red whistle. He took a deep breath and blew it. A sharp sound echoed in the entire vicinity of the forest.All of sudden, the beast's ears perked up and jiggled. Something unexpected happened. The bloodlust in his eyes faded like clouds on a sunny day. He immediately turned docile and backed off. The scorching aura that was tormenting everyone's sanity disappeared without a trace. The beast even stopped his vicious growling. The serene tranquility followed along with the creature racing back to the foot of the huge tree and licking his own talons.Noticing this abrupt bipolar behavior, Agenor pulled out a sling bag with several huge meatballs. The glance of those meatballs made Inca drool from his mouth. His mouth opened automatically showing his bloody teeth."Here
Somewhere inside a distant galaxy, on a huge planet surrounded by several rings, the ground was bustling with a crowd of non-human origins. This hollow disc shaped planet is a home for an alien species that are often addressed as Darthars in the vast cosmos. The name of this planet was Varaum-91C.These alien species have been holding a position just a step above humanity in the cosmic hierarchy. One might assume that being on the step above humanity might give these species a complete dominance over humans. However, that is not debatable.Instead, the reality is that the difference between humans and darthars is not wide enough to completely overwhelm humans. On several occasions humans have stood their grounds against darthars in diplomatic squabbles and feuds over resources.Although both species are not quite fond of each other and remain in recurrent conflict, there still exist crucial diplomatic, commercial and political relationships between the two species. However, that does