“This feeling…” the lanky Wind Demon clutched his chest as his heartbeat began to rise rapidly. His face which had been neutral all this time, containing little or no emotion, began to flush red as his lips curled into a maniacal smile.“…it’s like those times” the female Wind Demon whose actions had cast Pathfinder into his current predicament was also smiling widely. Her hands were trembling strongly, and her eyes were filled with a strong desire for battle. The bloodlust that she had not shown any sings of having, suddenly bulged out and covered her entire frame like a blanket, causing a few Wind Demons that were around her to grow stiff in fear.“To think he would bring us such a sight…and awaken the dormant desire within our hearts,” the lanky Wind Demon chuckled and grabbed his blade. The hand that gripped his fan clenched the handle of the unusual weapon tighter, exposing the throbbing veins on his arm.It was such an uncomfortable sight. While surrounded by the flames of Rigor
“You have quite the subordinate there,” Chief Priest Kaka chuckled as he tore his eyes away from Pathfinder’s battle. His laughter was disturbing and unique, and anyone would have felt chills crawl down their lengthy spines had they heard it. Well, it was a good thing then that the person he was facing was not just anyone.“He is not a subordinate,” the Barbarian Primogenitor shook her head with a chuckle as well. “Well, he was in the past. Now he is a comrade.” She added before gently turning her neck and stretching her arms. She looked like a woman who was only interested in some yoga practice.“You don’t seem worried. He is grossly outnumbered and those he is facing are freaks who would do anything to get the job done.” Chief Priest Kaka didn’t seem to mind the preparations that his opponent was making. His gaze rested upon the figure of the Wind Demon standing next to him with a vacant expression on his face – Village Head Samoa.“Well, my guy is also a freak,” then Primogenitor l
Along with the flaring of her aura, the ambience of the battlefield changed. The formerly jovial atmosphere became as sharp as the sting of a scorpion. The primogenitor’s action was much akin to a domino effect, for the dormant and calm ‘puppets’ next to Chief Priest Kaka came alive when they sensed the threat of the strongest Barbarian to have ever lived! While it was true that Pathfinder was the first and only Barbarian to cleave his path out of the physical realm into the elemental stage, the Primogenitor’s battle intent was like a flame that burned brighter than the flames of Pathfinder. A visible red aura oozed out of her pores, wafting around her like the sweet aroma of a maddened beast. Her eyes, though beautiful, screamed murder, and her lips curled into the most dangerous arc known to mankind. She who knew the importance of taking the lead in battle immediately dove to action.*Boom*With a stamp of her foot she rushed forward, her eyes fixed on Chief Priest Kaka but her sens
The ‘revived’ Wind Demons moved towards Red Rose with blank expressions – at least, the one that still its head screwed on tight. The Wind Demon which had its head cleanly knocked off was moving without a head while the one that had its neck shattered was jogging gallantly with its head hanging to its side. It did not look bothered in any way. As for the other two that were unharmed thus far, talking about them was unnecessary. They were obviously good enough to fight.Looking at the Wind Demons who were approaching her deftly although they were devoid of life, Red Rose frowned in annoyance. The ‘zombies’ that were moving towards her were not showing any of the sluggishness that the undead were famed for. They moved with vigour and dynamism, and there was nothing awkward about their motions. If there was anything that could be described as awkward, it would be their appearance and their unpredictable movement. While it was true that they were moving swiftly, they moved like animals, s
What could be described as cataclysmic? An infant’s piercing cry or the pain wrought by failing a test? A cat’s unrelenting rage or the pursuit of a deeply psychological childhood trauma? People judged chaos differently. For one it would be the loss of his or her laptop a few days before an important term paper was due. For another, it would be the loss of a cherished parent and being forcefully thrust into the world of the unknown with no social support. While one despaired at the thought of losing her child, another relished the thought of being rid of a burden. In the end, what people regarded as chaotic was relative. One’s well garnished meat was akin to chow dipped in the poisonous fang of a snake to another. However, even amidst all of this, there were some circumstances that were judged as destructive regardless of the difference in opinion that people shared. These were matters that affected everyone and could destroy everything. Classic examples would be the firing of a nucle
Wind Demons were not born to be anything but manipulators of the wind, but Chief Priest Kaka was different. As a child, his ability to conjure and control the wind elements was so weak that he doubted his heritage. Was he really a member of a race that could summon the winds and the rain with a flick of the finger, or was he some imposter’s child? Just it was everywhere, he was bullied for being different and eventually, he attempted to end his life. As an orphan belonging to a race of demons, there wasn’t much to gain by being alive. However, in a stereotypical novel fashion, Kaka did not die. His attempt to throw himself over a cliff saw him land in a cave that was hidden from the rest of the world, and it was there that he inherited the legacy of a long-forgotten Necromancer. It was the tomb of a Necromancer called the Necraus.Logically speaking, if it had been any other Wind Demon, he or she would have been unable to accept the legacy of the Necromancer. This wasn’t because Wind
Before the dust was cleared, Red Rose had done what she had wished to do. She had caused such a commotion merely based on instinct. She believed that every ability had a flaw. Just like how Barbarians were blessed with physical prowess that could not be equalled by any other race of this world yet could not control the elements, Red Rose believed that there was a flaw to the Necromancy class. She had tested out blocking his vision on a whim, for that was what her instincts screamed at her, but to think she was actually right.To her credit, it was not entirely a guess. Chief Priest Kaka referred to the reanimated Wind Demons as puppets, and this led Red Rose to wonder what it was that a puppeteer relied on to control his puppets. Was it the strings that kept the puppet tethered to its master? Or was it the master’s eyes that allowed him to freely direct the strings and control what the puppet would do? Red Rose wagered that the latter was more likely. Besides, she didn’t know what to
*Boom*The Barbarian Primogenitor smashed her fist into the ground, sending chunks of earth flying and crushing several Wind Demons that stood in her path. Ducking to avoid a blow from an eager Wind Demon, she grabbed the end of one of the pieces of earth she had sent flying earlier and pulled it back towards herself. Like a blacksmith hammering a smelted sword into shape, she brought that shard of earth down onto the Wind Demon and hammered away until it was nothing but a mixture of ‘goo and poo’. Without letting go of the slab of earth which she held and using it like a weapon, Red Rose crushed a few more Wind Demons before the slab of earth was reduced to fragments too small to be of any use. It was only then that she let go of the last bit that remained in her hand. Though she had lost her makeshift weapon, the Barbarian Primogenitor was unfazed. After all, she had never been a weapon user. Her darkened eyes shone brightly like a brilliant shadow that was made even more prominent