All Chapters of Retribution of the Roar: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The Discerner and the Chief were monsters in the battlefield. There were only a few of their enemies that were left standing. Jin pulled out a small sickle out of a random man who didn't resist. The man willingly embraced death like he had no regrets. On the other hand, Chief Raius was a demon himself. Three lunged at him but with a kick, an elbow to the nose, and a punch to the eyes, he was fearless. The chief then looked at the remaining enemies, silently asking them to attack him. But instead of aimlessly fighting him, they made the right choice. Their enemies ran. It was their third day to be able to defend the Rokohorta mountain again. In the first place, the battle should have not existed had their enemy not proposed to them. “Peace or war?” asked the representative of Hearth. The team that went to humbly seek an audience with them were composed of only two people–the bearer of the white neutral flag and the spokesperson himself. Both of them were half-naked like they were poor

Jin felt his anxiety die down. The chief’s presence and touch was a mix of power and comfort like an elder brother’s pat on his younger sibling. “While Ryder basked in the glory of his victories out in the sun for everyone to see, you only sheathed your dagger in the silence of the shadows whenever you won your hidden battles. You clean your blade like nothing happened like what you did to Lord Corzi the Crooked, Lord Alaster the Abusive, Lord Dishorai the Drunkard, and many others.” The chief even knew their names whereas Jin only knew them as the rich criminals who couldn’t be put to justice because of their money. “They were feudal lords who committed numerous sins in our village for the past years. They can’t be put on trial because they have their gold that’s keeping everyone out. As such, they didn’t need Ryder’s kind way of handling criminals. They simply don’t deserve the legal ways of prosecution, as what the city calls. Someone had to deliver the harsh sword of justice o

Maryan woke up with her sister Mishaela’s smile fading into the reality of the morning. It was always the same everyday ever since her sister was captured. It was like her consciousness was constantly reminding her of her reason. But something was a little bit different today. After thinking hard last night, she finally decided to embrace everything. Her boss told her not to worry and just focus on her own task. Her assistant advised her to rest even just for a day just for her to breathe and clear her mind out. Even Grey kept in touch with her, reminding her not to be distracted in her pursuit of revenge against the Rigiddin for what they did to her sister for Hearth had a bigger aim. But after reminiscing some memories last night, she was filled with determination to deny her feelings. She gladly welcomed the stress first thing in the morning. She acknowledged her hatred to her enemies and didn’t try to bury it. Maryan was not running away. She will carry out her mission and allow

“The new guerilla army of Hearth.” These people love to label them like they were naming another breed of animal. Hearth was really something else. They waited for five minutes. Ten. Twenty. When they had lost the time that they were waiting, Maryan had sat on a nearby rock, her face bored as she watched Lidon play his dagger in his hand. Lidon caught her staring and made eye contact but she immediately averted her eyes, suddenly interested in the horizon. If Chief Raius would ask him to describe this lady as the commander of Hearth, he would just tell him that she was too young. She might make a good leader but not the position of a commander, especially in a war like this. He felt bad about her sister Mishaela who is imprisoned at the Rigiddin village. If he would make an offer to free her sister in exchange for backing off from the war, would she accept? The sound of shoes crushing grass made Lidon unwrap the cloth around his weapon. “Lidon?” asked Maryan. She didn’t hear it.

“When all of this is over, make me the head of the Triad.” Lidon knew he was supposed to be natural. But when he heard Wayl’s demand, he couldn’t help but react and violently look at him. Wayl didn’t notice it because he was so focused on Maryan, waiting expectantly for a good answer. Lidon was confused. He had expected that Wayl will demand something bigger like abolishing the Triad, ruling Khenealm as the number one, bring back the age of terror, and other speculations of his, Wayl was actually considering to retain the Triad? Meaning, they were embracing the very system that pushed them to the darkness? That was something new. He had to take note of this Wayl man. “I believe we can talk about that when you meet our leader.” “I figured.” Wayl didn’t even hide his expression that he was unsatisfied with her answer. “Oh, that’s right,” Wayl added. “I haven’t formally introduced myself yet. I am Wayl Naronn, the last member alive of the old guerilla army.” The name Naronn was alw