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So many great forest fruits. Growing in the same place...

Enough to create elixir to sustain a whole campaign for a year. Enough to make a family rich for generations.

What's beneath the trees?

Below the lush trees grew blueish plants with spiky leaves.

Those herbs! They are used to make pills to shortcut aura channel training. This place is a fucking treasure trove. They force the Fenni to pick fruit when the real treasure is under their fucking noses.

Riw looked down from the ledge, pointing down at several collared Fenni. The Fenni were guarded by dozens of leather-clad adventurers brandishing their long aura riffles. Drac watched as a guard butted a young Fennon male in the face. They pull out a metal device, causing the fox to jerk and scream in pain. Not willing to feel any more pain, it scampered up to pluck the rest of the radiant fruit.

Drac stood. With his heart pulsing with rage, his aura flared wildly. But his mind was clear and calm, as he knew what must come to pass. It's been some time since that night.

“Kankraa, you haven't killed a human in some time, right?”

“Mmm, yeah. Since I met you.”

“Want to break the streak?”

Kankraa grinned slyly.

“Tell Riw to show me to his people so I can break them out.” A Drac spilt from him, gesturing for the Fennon to show him the way. Riw chirped in agreement and scurried into a new tunnel, with Elkan following him.

“Okay, green friend, wanna make some chaos?” Drac lifts his black mask. He put his hood over his afro, and a switch went off in his head. A cool feeling shivered through his body. Cold but clear, he knew his mission.

“Kill as many as you can.”

Drac dropped off the ledge, light in the breeze, with Levitation. Kankraa shouted in Fenni, then, with a craziness in his eyes, aura-jumped from the ledge. His golden axe hummed as he fell from a great height. He collided with the floor, shattering rock under him. The explosion chucked stones in every direction, bludgeoning bodies and heads bloody. Fenni lay on the ground, evading debris, with Kankraa's instruction.

“ATTACK!! WE ARE UNDER ATTACK!!”

Drac lands on the orc's shoulder like a leaf on a pond. He pulled out Heilong and another formed in his hand.

The slavers aim their rifles; their weapons pop as they shoot at the intruders. Metal balls flatten as they hit Murus. The guards looked at the man in black in shock.

“A Mage! Bring him!” a guard shouts.”

“See you later.” Drac pulse stepped off the giant's shoulder towards the ten guards lining up to fire. Five below and five above.

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“At my mark!” A guard directed. “Fire!!”

Five shots were fired from the men in front. Drac stepped with a pulse once again and his speed increased. Eyes glowed as the world slowed down. Aura condensed around his two blades. His muscles swell with electricity.

Within a blink of an eye, ten hemispheres whizzed past Drac. And before a second blink, he pulse-stepped again. The ground waved like a drop into a pond. Aura swelled into Drac's calf, and he soared forward, becoming a blur. He lunged back with two blades and stabbed a guard in the chest. Ribbs cracked as Drac pushed further in, skewing two more gunners through the guard's body. Heilongs were pulled with a flaring aura, splitting the body in half and two guards on each side of him.

Behind you.

A guard with an aura-imbued bayonet went for a stab at Drac’s back.

Thank you.

Drac spun, letting the bayonet graze him. A right-handed blade chopped into the wood of the riffle. A left-hand blade then stabbed into a neck. Blood gushed out from a terrified guard.

Your welcome. Oh, can I?

Sure.

Axton pivoted on Drac’s left foot, bending down under a swiping sword glowing with aura.

There were way more Aura users than I expected.

We are near Dew. You have to be an aura user to survive these parts of the forest.

A short pulse brought Axton close to the attacker. With a slice to the body and a head decapitated, he moved on to the next person.

Axton sidestepped past a bullet while cutting a guard across the body. A pulse step to the left dodged an aura wave.

If you don’t mind.

Not at all, brother.

Drac unsummoned his copy Heilong and flicker jabbed his Ignis-tuned left shooting out fire balls. A guard screamed in the distance and another surprised him. Drac put up his blade. A heavy strike fell upon him. Feeling his leg about to buckle from the power, Drac flared his aura, pulsing the assailant away.

The new enemy, clad in black leather armour, landed on the stone with a grin. Under greasy, wavy dark hair, blue eyes were alight with madness. A heavy slab of a sword tapped the ground.

The ugly sword he is carrying...

“Do you know a man by the name of Tristan Gladus?”

Mad eyes widened and the assailant laughed heartily. “Praise Gaia for not bringing me along with them or I would've missed a chance at revenge!.” The attacker pounced with his heavy weapon high above his head.

Bring along?

Drac tuned Loqui. “Kankraa, save one for questioning.”

If he is aligned with the bastard, then...

Drac turned sideways, letting a blade of aura pass him to hit the stone. Drac pulsed in and flicked his sword at a guarding attacker. A pulse forced the greased hair back, with feet scraping the stone.

“Of course, it wouldn't work! You did kill a Gladus.” The enemy sprang at Drac again with abandon, stabbing wildly with his extending aura.

Axton’s connection grew strong.

In smooth and swift form, Drac blocked and parried. Each time aura touched his blade, the easier it felt. Like a routine, he practised his timing, waiting for the right moment.

The Gladus stabbed low at Drac’s left knee. Heilong swooped in like a swallow, moving the aura blade aside. A pulse moved it out of the way. The one motion continued as if Drac’s body were a whip.

The air cracked and blood splurted on the cavern floor.

The gladus trembled and shook with blood leaking from his forehead. He looked up at a slim aura blade extending from metres away, penetrating his skull.

Drac pulled and the Gladus’s body slumped to the ground. White aura retracted to Drac's blade.

“I still don't know why you guys are so renowned.”

Aura sense felt something behind him. Drac flipped forward, and an icicle stabbed the ground. Hand on the ground, Drac pulsed to evade another ice shard.

Upon a Murus platform, a long-beaded man in purple mage garments floated down with a rune staff.

The first Mage I have faced—how fun!

The Mage tuned.