All Chapters of Hunters: The Prequel: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

*BOOM* The flame dragon- or at least what was left of it- crashed into the seventh and last wall. Despite looking dispirited and far dimmer than it was before, the majesty of a dragon was exuded from its being. Although summoned from the flames, the fire dragon gave off the aura of a real dragon. The seventh wall faced the same fate as its brothers before- destruction. Yet it had served its true purpose, for the flaming dragon was almost extinguished, its light diming very quickly. As the flames slowly died out, Abe could finally make out Mane's figure from across the field. The blue haired boy looked visibly exhausted, even more than he was. His face and clothes were drenched in sweat. Though it was hard to say what caused the sweat. After all, he had literally been playing with fire all along. Across the grounds Mane smiled at him. It was a smile filled with pride. Abe noticed that Mane's pride was not for himself, but for his friends. The

*crackle* *crackle* "Abe? Abe? Abe!" Jake roughly shook Abe to grab his attention."Yeah…yeah. Sorry about that" Abe smiled embarrassingly when he finally came to. "You were reliving it, weren't you" Jake said, the confidence in his tone showing that he didn't require an answer. He already knew the answer. Abe nodded at his words. He looked to John and the two newbies. "Lucky bastards" he mumbled softly under his breath. "What was that?" John asked, puzzled by Abe's unnatural loss of concentration. "Nothing. I was asking if you needed a fresh one." Abe lied without batting an eye, pointing at the block of ice John was applying to his shoulder. The fall from the explosion in the earlier duel had caused a bit of swelling. Mane had frozen some water into ice blocks and wrapped them in towels for any injuries. Luckily, there were no severe injuries. "No thanks. This one

"Man, you folks do know how to enjoy life. What a luxury" Inside the treatment room, the official and unofficial members of the Silver wolves team were each soaking in separate healing springs. "I know right. Emperors would be spitting out their tea if they knew we were using healing pools for such minor injuries" Frederick chimed in. He had a relaxed and refreshed smile on his face as he soaked in the pool. Although their injuries could not really be referred to as light, no one refuted Frederick's words. On Zandor, no one- absolutely no one- would use healing springs for this purpose. Although prestigious royal families could afford the pools with almost no difficulty, enlisting an alchemist was the main challenge. They were rare and scarce. And those who were enlisted by royal families would feel insulted if asked to build a healing spring for a few bruises and fractures. Royal families wouldn't risk losing the service of an alchemist jus

What is chaos? Many believe that the world was born from destruction. Why? Because with death comes life. Seems like a pretty sound explanation but it has a major flaw. How can there be destruction without life? How can an inanimate object die? How can there be destruction in the first place, if there was no life? The plants wither, and the flowers fall. Eventually everything falls into the cold embrace of death. Eventually everyone, no matter how unwilling, would have to meet death. Whether you would be happy to meet the grim reaper or not, the reaper would definitely be happy to see you. Impermanence. That is what it is. The very simple fact that everything is temporary. The simple truth that nothing lasts forever. So what does destruction do? Destruction is unto life as a catalyst is unto a biological or chemical reaction. Better still, a biochemical reaction. Catalysts play a major part in life. They have several properties, the most common and important of them being their abil

"So what did you come here for? I keep saying this and I'll reiterate, you know that we cannot be seen together." Loki continued to swirl the liquid that turned sane men crazy in his cup. He still made no attempt to drink it. "You're not even going to take a sip?" Ares asked. "Not a drop" Loki replied, still swirling the ale. "You sure are one weird Asgardian. I reckon you're the only Asgardian who doesn't take any alcohol. Yet you are more insane than them all. Maybe it is a good thing you have this habit. You say it makes the sane man insane, don't you? I fear that if you ever got drunk, your insanity would be beyond us all." Loki smirked at Ares's words. "Now why don't you stop stalling for time and tell me why you are here? You have no idea how to cast the illusion leash. It's dangerous for you to be here." "It isn't called leash anymore. Apparently, it's called magic now. Ge