Mane’s gaze was cold as he regarded every single person in the room. He didn’t know any of these people, yet he harbored no good intentions for them; for they had no good intentions for him either. They hadn’t met personally, but he had crossed paths with every single person here. When he fought Nasir and Chichi, as well as an entire squadron of Barbarian warriors, it was because of these old fogies; when he had to put his life on the line against a very impressive Camila, it was once again because of these old guys. Sasha came to his rescue because of these people here. In fact, Mane hadn’t forgotten the face of the one who had rendered him helpless when he appeared. Were it not for Sasha, he would have been brought to the Barbarian Tribe two years ago as a captive. And who knew the kind of torture they would have subjected him to? Mane w*s not a very forgiving boy. He w*s a fighter, but most importantly, he w* a hunter. He knew the danger of letting a dangerous prey go; for he w*s u
“Begone – with Lightning’s Kiss”“Begone – with Lightning’s Kiss”“Begone – with Lightning’s Kiss”“Begone – with Lightning’s Kiss”“Begone – with Lightning’s Kiss”The meeting hall of the Barbarians was completely filled with the sounds of lightning and Waska’s screams. The elders lay sprawled on the floor in horror, some even forgetting to breath at times. They dared not look; they dared not flinch; for they didn’t want to be a part of this anymore. If they, as mere onlookers had grown tired of this spectacle, then what was one to say of the man who was involved in this entire mess; what was the Mad Flame of Magma to say. After all, he was the one who was being tortured.Over and over again Mane restored his health. And over and over again Mane burnt him to ash. Each time he was forced to the brink of death after numerous bolts had piled upon him, yet each time he was healed without much issue.It took a while, but Waska’s screams had ceased. He no longer uttered a word, and his mou
The Barbarian Ancestors were famous for their vagabond nature, and rarely would every single one of them be available. But there were things that could bring them all together. Any issue that was cause for rejoicing, any situation that could lead to war, and any disasters of mass destruction could force them to come together. Well, the latter had recently happened. A battle between two powerful beings had wrecked the world and forced every old codger hiding underground to resurface; and this included the Barbarian Ancestors.There were seven Barbarian Ancestors in total, and each of them had their own title.The first was the Barbarian Primogenitor. No one knew how old she was, only that she had been there since the inception of the Barbarian Race. She was the strongest Barbarian alive, and was rumored to be as strong as the Ancient Matriarch. As to whether or not that was really true, no one knew.The second most influential ancestor was the second – the Adviser. His influence howeve
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The eyes of the elders were filled with shock and fear. Their ancestors had been attacked? How did Mane battle them without making a single sound! “Impossible!” Magma screamed. For the first time in the several decades he had been the head of the Barbarians, he lost his cool before his people. “What is?” Mane asked nonchalantly, carelessly twisting locks of his long hair that had fallen onto his face. “You fighting the ancestors! A battle of that caliber would have shaken Intersection in its entirety!” Magma voiced out the thoughts of every elder here. They had never seen Magma this disoriented before, but they could understand why. They kept their thoughts to themselves though, saying nothing. “I think you are mistaken here,” Mane yawned lazily and said. His tone was that of one who was wasting his time speaking to people far beneath his level, and many of the elders grit their teeth in frustration at their current situation. They who were used to looking down on others were now
Magma walked hurriedly through the tunnels that lead to the mountain behind the Lord’s castle. He had never felt this much urgency whenever he visited this place, and he usually dawdled; for meeting his father was normally a draining experience.But today was different. He was anxious. He was worried. He needed to see the old man, or his heart would not be at piece.“Would you relax? I told you that I did not hurt him.”Magma wasn’t alone though. With him were two others – Mane and Matriarch Ruth. Though Magma was fast, the two easily kept up with his speed. After all, they were much stronger than him.“His anxiety had nothing to do with whether or not he believes you,” Hildegarde scoffed from atop Mane’s shoulder.“You would be this anxious too if you heard that someone attacked your father,” she added.“Well, that is true,” Mane admitted with a slight shrug. His eyes involuntarily dropped to the medallion hanging around his neck. A small smile stretched his lips, and he thought of t
“So if that’s all that you were after, why come after us?” Kill Joy asked with a confused expression on her face after listening to Matriarch Ruth’s request. The request was so simple that she didn’t understand why they – the Barbarian Ancestors – had been attacked in the first place. After all, what Matriarch Ruth sought was sure to bring a lot of benefits to them all, and finally end the long rivalry between the three Great Races.“Because they wanted to make it clear who was going to be in charge,” Adviser frowned and said. Unlike Kill Joy, his mind was sharp and well tuned to the schemes of men. The only way a person would be inclined to put up as dominant a display as Mane had, was when that person wanted to assert some measure of authority in a place.“Yes. After all, which alliance doesn’t have a leader?” Pathfinder was just as sharp as Adviser. And he too was able to easily discern the reason for Mane’s earlier performance.“I apologize for my earlier conduct,” Mane bowed slig
The journey from Intersection to Amalgamation was a long one. It usually took the average man several weeks, or even some months, to travel between the two cities. For Pseudo Phenoms it could take a few days due to their impressive mounts and their great speed in general. But for Phenoms, such travels were achievable in a few hours. Some years ago it would have taken Mane a few weeks to get to Amalgamation from Intersection. Not this time. The young Supreme sped past several plains and forests in just a few blinks, and in less than half an hour, the journey to Amalgamation had been 75% completed. “Will she be okay?” Hildegarde, Mane’s trusty fairy was sitting in Mane’s hair and clutching on for her dear life. However, even under such circumstances she could speak. And even more impressive, Mane could hear her amidst the strong winds that battered his clothes and ears. “Yeah,” Mane replied; his voice not at all affected by the strong winds. “Someone has to stay behind to discuss the