Eldoria, The northern Lake

[Year 30]

Part 1

“What even is that, Mari?” Shaka asked.

Kavo was interested as well, this was asked by the administration. Something that would ease their burden by removing more hands-on scribing.

“A Mechanical writer and a Mechanical Press, I call it.”

Mari proudly presented her creation, it was an abomination she had trial and error creating. Well- mostly for the typewriter but for the mechanical press? It was easy.

“This is how it works!”

Mari placed a paper in the mechanical writer. She started typing down by pressing the buttons with the corresponding letters and Kavo watched in utter joy as he understood what it does.

“i-its beautiful!” Kavo watched in amazement, his eyes shining.

“I'm telling that to your wife.” Shaka snickered.

“At least! I have a wife! A spouse, Shaka.” Came the immediate retort from Kavo.

Shaka grumbled before staying quiet. Once Mari had the demonstrations finished, she went to a pile of papers and gave them the drawing of the mechanical machines.

“These are the dimensions and how they're fixed together. I already have it all written down.”

“That's amazing.” Kavo took the paper that had the drawings of the mechanical writer.

“This will undoubtedly remove a lot of burden from the Consuls.”

“What does the press do?” Shaka asked, her eyes still on the press.

“Oh, that! Wait a second.”

Mari dipped ink into a circle plate, Kavo raised a brow at what she did, probably thinking how that's a waste of ink. Mari started to spin a crank, which made the circle plate spin, whilst a rolling pin started to spread the ink.

After the circle plate was fully covered in ink, Mari then grabbed a handle in the back of the plate which she pushed to a bunch of letters down below the plate.

Kavo and Shaka were still confused about the whole process but soon understood once Mari pressed a paper down to those letters, and it came out with a uniform article.

“What?! That will revolutionize everything!”

Kavo understood how significant the creations were. Shaka was also in awe as she knew how easy books were going to be to produce.

“Right!? At least we don't have to scribe it all down anymore!” Shaka screeched.

“I know right?! I don't have to write every single assignment for my students anymore if I have this writer!” Kavo cackled.

Mari looked impassively upon the two overworked people and was about to say something when she felt a head lean on her shoulder.

“Hey, Mari,” Lazarus called affectionately.

“Lazarus!”

“Uh oh, the two lovers are here, better scoot.”

Kavo immediately dashed away, still holding the schematics for the machines. Shaka dashed away from the door with a thumbs-up before disappearing.

Mari felt heat coming from her face; it was only one time when she humoured Lazarus a kiss in her workplace, and everyone started thinking whenever Lazarus came, Mari would have a lovey-dovey time with him, every time!

“So… Lazarus, what brings you here?”

“Can't I see you? I just visited Rei, Moyo and Kaina.”

“O-oh! I see. Then… Do you want to go out? I'm sure the bakery has some meat pie.”

“The pie I want…” Lazarus pounced, his arms wrapping around Mari's waist “... Is you.” he leaned in and nibbled Mari's ear to her surprise.

“L-Lazarus!” Mari yelled.

Smack!

***

Arkum and the Valovasoar looked each other in the eyes before focusing on the deity. The serpent glared at the two beings near it.

The serpent let out a guttural roar, water from the lake surging out of its place, rushed to the serpent, like a magnet, but the Valovasoar shot a ball of flame towards the waters, making it sizzle and then explode into steam.

“Th-This feeble creature!”

The serpent found its mistake, thinking it was only going to confront Arkum. It tried going back to the waters, but Arkum immediately thrust his spear, the blade of the spear connected to the wide body of the serpent.

The energy delivered made it reel to the side; the Valovasoar took its chance and released a point-blank ball of flame towards its scales.

The serpent hissed, it slithered abruptly, coiling around and hitting everything around it. Arkum was slammed backwards but he soon charged again.

The spear in his hand gets empowered with mana as he strikes the coiling body of the serpent. It did nothing but a nick on the serpent's scales, proving the toughness of deities.

“Dammit!”

It wasn't all; the mana raging around the serpent proved to be a tough defence for it as well. Considering its mana was denser than any living being around it, Arkum couldn't push back against it at all.

However, it was different when he was not alone. The Valovasoar roared at the serpent making it hiss at the intensity it let out.

The epicentre of its roar pushed away dirt and deafened whoever was close to it. The Valovasoar glared at the deity as it halted its movements.

“Damn you, you beast!”

The serpent hissed, more water surged from the lake but was stopped by a ball of fire sizzling it to steam.

The serpent hissed in frustration; it had two enemies at once, and they were strong.

The bridges between Tier 3 and Tier 4 are far apart. The deity had only reached tier four recently after devouring multiple tier 3 monsters.

The Valovasoar's mouth was glowing and the air waved around it. It was clear it was good for another attack. The serpent knew that taking on these two would certainly wound it beyond repair.

Even with its fast natural regeneration, it knew it wouldn't be able to take care of its territory if something strong were to attack it if let these two team up on it like this.

Though, it's not like the serpent could do anything about it, a ball of fire erupted between the serpent and the lake. The scorching floor was glowing red.

Arkum soon reached the serpent, he was smiling like a maniac as he swung his spear coated with aura. It pierced through, and the serpent's scale was crushed as the spear pierced through, rendering its flesh.

The serpent hissed in pain, it coiled up rapidly, its speed smashing everything that collided with it. The Valovasoar shot a ball of flame under it, and the soil and rocks melted, scorching the serpent.

It stopped coiling and hissed weakly. Arkum struck once again; this time, his attack pierced to the other side of the snake, creating a hole the size of a bear's head.

The Serpent hissed and lashed out erratically. The Valovasoar tried firing a ball of flame but was sent flying away after the serpent lashed its tail everywhere, desperate enough to go back to the waters that it scorched its scales, crossing the molten floor between itself and the lake.

Arkum, however, didn't allow it to go back; he pierced the spear on its tail as it was crossing the molten ground. Pinning it down in place.

It hissed, it writhed around the molten ground, it was being cooked alive. It tried calling the water of the lake but a ball of flame evaporated the surging waters. Another ball of flame soon hit the serpent's face, which stunned it momentarily.

The last thing it saw was a human running up to its body and striking its eyes with the spear before everything went black.

***

A Drakin led a group of humans in the woods, their scaled bodies more tolerant of the harsh nature. The group was tasked to bring back a beast as a rite of passage.

The Drakin, Zerkian was tasked to bring them along.

“Ga'dahn don't go too far from the group.”

“Sorry,” Ga’dahn replied sheepishly. This has been the fifth time.

Jean, a girl who was always on Ga'dahn's ear sighed. She pulled him close like an owner worried about her pet.

Zerkian watched with a curious eye but still focused on his task. The group soon found a boar, it was as wide as two tables and higher than two spears.

Zerkian felt nostalgic as he saw the boar. He was sure their breeding season ended, and by the looks of it, this one was a male, so all was good to hunt this one.

“Damn…” one of the three humans looked at the boar with fear and awe.

His name is Kars, he has been fiddling with his spear since earlier. It seems he is more nervous than the rest.

Zerkian brought out a horn. “Everyone ready?”

Ga'dahn and Jean glanced at Zerkian with a nod; Zerkian looked at Kars, who gave a reluctant nod.

“Alright then.” Zerkian blew on the horn, it created a loud screeching noise that caught the attention of the boar.

The boar turned its body around to face the group of young adults. Steam rushing out of its nostrils. Kars gulped loudly as he saw the beast's fear and apprehension evident in his eyes.

Zerkian couldn't blame him for the apprehension, he felt the same thing when he looked at the boar once. Zerkian patted Kars in the back which made the young man flinch.

“One thing I learned from a wise man. Do you know the difference between a coward and the brave?”

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Kars was confused, but he tried thinking of the answer. In the end decided to just ask for the answer. “What?”

“The coward runs away from his fear, the brave faces it.”

“...” Kars remained quiet. Ruminating about Zerkian’s words.

“Kars, I felt the same fear once. It's best to face it, I swear on my name.”

“I-I’ll try.”

Kars looked at the rearing boar, the trio prepared to take it down. Jean raised her palms, activating a skill a ball of mana gathered on her hand and soon burst into flames.

“Alright. Attack when you're ready.” Zerkian announced.

Zerkian remained on the lookout for the boar; he was there to supervise the trio, and he'd do it dutifully.

Zerkian moved away from the area; he used his innate power over the wind and dashed away. Taking a cautious look at his surroundings, making sure that the trio wouldn't be disturbed in their hunt.

Kars looked at the boar with shaky hands, he has to be brave! He isn't a coward! He repeated into his head like a mantra. Ga'dahn moved forward, raising his spear and pointing at the boar.

The boar screeched, its warning signs ignored; it soon launched itself towards the trio with a powerful dash, its tusks pointed to pierce.

Kars breath became shaky but he held his spear up, sweat sliding down his cheeks. Jean let her fireball soar into the air; it hit the boar's face, blinding it temporarily. It's momentum carried; unstoppable.

“Screech!”

Ga'dahn buckled, his knees screaming as the boar launched itself towards him, his spear creaking as its tip dug into the boar’s skin, not penetrating more than its skin.

“ugh…!”

Ga'dahn slid back, his feet digging a trail on the ground. He held his ground; the boar carried momentum that crashed into him, slowing him down.

Once Ga'dahn halted, Kars took this opportunity to strike the boar in the eye. Which did land, granting a pained screech from the boar.

“Careful!” Ga'dahn yelled at Kars.

Kars didn't manage to pull away before the boar swung its head left and right, trying to shake the spear off its face. Kars was sent flying back, the tusk hitting him in his belly, sending him reeling on the ground.

The boar continued its assault, using one eye to look around, its head filled with nothing but primal rage. Mana accumulated over its four limbs, an instinctive move.

“What—!?”

Zerkian's eyes widened, and he immediately dashed forward; the boar shouldn't be able to use mana unless it's already teetering at the edge of monsterhood.

The boar dashed, it was fast, way too fast for Zerkian to ever catch up. However, what Zerkian didn't expect was Kars to materialize at the side of the boar and drop a kick to the spear that he stuck at its eye socket.

The spear stuck out the boar's left jaw, the blade protruding out; somehow, it didn't hit the brain. The boar let out a soft pained screech before aiming its head to Kars.

He was trembling, his face was filled with conflicted fear and joy. That moment Zerkian realised what the young man was feeling. It was 'thrill’. The young man was trembling because he was itching to fight!

Zerkian watched in awe as the young man instinctively had mana coat his arms and punched the boar at its side sending it scooting a few meters back. The sound of bone being broken under flesh resounded.

Kars didn't give time for the boar to recover; he dashed to the boar’s head, stepped on its tusk and yanked the spear out of its head that pierced through its jaw.

The boar was reeling in pain, blood flowing out of its wound like a faucet; Kars had a manic smile; he got to stance and pierced the boar’s noggin, mana empowering him.

The spear dug into the boar's skull, piercing its brain, and the beast slumped to the ground. Kars was breathing rugged as he stood over the boar. He had blood dripping down his nose.

Ga'dahn watched in awe and admiration as Kars, a man who was thinner than him, somehow had more bloodlust than an experienced Hunter. Jean watched in awe and shock, she'd never seen this much bloodlust before than her father.

Zerkian walked up to Kars; he didn't try to touch the young man; it seemed he was still unstable from the bloodlust he was exuding.

“Kars?”

Kars slowly looked at Zerkian, breathing heavily. Kars blinked and he got off the boar's head.

“Sorry… I… I didn't know what came over me. I-It felt good to fight like that I—”

Ga’dahn wrapped his arms around Kars’ shoulder with a hearty laugh. It rang so loud that Zerkian and Jean winced; Kars had to cover his ear.

“Don't feel bad Kars! You're a warrior through and through! My tribe would surely adopt you if you give them a chance! Say, why not come under our family? Your name shall be Kar'dahn!”

Zerkian glanced at Ga’dahn, multiple tribes came in waves years ago and had now integrated with the Drakin. They live as a large and singular community but some tribe traditions didn't leave.

Ga'dahn and Jean are a Garlushan, a tribe that values warriors and mages, often relying on them to dive dungeons. Kars, on the other hand, was from a tribe filled with ritualistic shamans, the Irkifi.

While the Irkifi were filled with shamans, they also had their warriors. Though not as extreme as Garlushans, which would impose an extreme regime of exercise on their warriors.

Kars smiled and refused Ga'dahn's offer, he did not want to live like a Garlushan.

“Let's get home, you're the champion of this hunt, Kars.” Zerkian placed a hand on Kars shoulder tapping it.

Ga'dahn laughed heartily again, gaining him a slap from Jean. Zerkian and Ga'dahn (Who insisted) carried the boar with effort back to their growing village.

***

[Rei]

Rei thrust his spear, and the air whooshes, making him frown; he refrained from using mana because, according to the Alvons, using mana whilst practising their handling on spears makes them complacent.

Rei didn't understand, so in his own time, he practised. What he learned was simple: there is no challenge when using mana when practising. He felt the spear weightless; every move of him was powerful, but that's it. There was no flow, no fluidity, only brute force.

Whilst using mana to empower himself is awesome, he never used them whilst training again. Besides, mana control is one of the most basic skills out there.

He was already done with that, what's left there for Rei to master was the remaining skills recommended to his class, [Junior Spearman].

All that's left for him to master or even push to its limits is [Thrust Caliber] under the [Spearman] category of class. The skill is simple, whenever Rei would apply mana to his spear, he would release it, empowering his spear and shooting a shockwave the shape of his spear forward.

The problem is that true mastery of this skill requires doing all of that in chronological order with small pauses in between. Arkum does it on the fly instinctively, so he can't describe the feeling to Rei.

But Rei, who looks up to Arkum wanted to master this skill. The steps of the [Thrust Caliber] seem simple on paper, but each step is a conscious step.

Arkum does it almost instantly like he didn't even consider the steps. Rei managed to take his mastery to the point of activation in only half a second, but to him, that wasn't enough.

He wanted the skill to be like Arkum’s, a simple thought of activation, where it felt natural.

“Dammit.”

Rei cursed under his breath before swinging his spear again, a small trace of mana highlighting the edge of his spear.

“Uh oh, even if you're old enough, Rei. You shouldn't just curse.”

Rei turned around quickly; he knew who this voice belonged to. He saw Lazarus walking up to him with a spear on his back.

“D-dad? What are you…”

Lazarus walked up to Rei and ruffled his sweat-ridden hair.

“I'm here to visit you before going to the dungeon.”

“Dungeon?”

“Yeah, we're trying to gauge how far we could dive before giving it to the Arms of Defence for training.”

Lazarus mused, looking at his son with amusement. There's fondness in his eyes.

“Well, one thing you should know, Rei, once we determine the safety of our project, then you can go all out against monsters you can take.”

Lazarus took the spear off his back and took a few steps backwards. He aimed the spear towards his son. “Why won't we have a spar whilst I'm here?”

Rei’s orange eyes flared as he held his spear tightly before moving to a stance. “Sure, Dad.”

Lazarus smirked, he felt joy and pride looking at his son. Lazarus, being the realm of demigod made from Hadro’s energy himself, didn't have any trouble mastering the spear over the years; that would be different for his son.

But despite that, Lazarus knew that Rei was a prodigy amongst all of his peers. Lazarus knew how the system provided by his father worked.

The simpler the skill, the harder it is to reach its absolute mastery. Lazarus does not know the purpose of this but it goes along the lines of ‘fearing the man who has practised a single kick thousands of times than a man who knows how to kick thousands of ways’

Understanding the reasoning made Lazarus want more for his son, who is obsessed with a singular skill. Lazarus knew that if Rei ever reached the mastery he wanted, he would be stronger than Arkum.

***

[The Nefuti]

The Nefuti people asked the Aidens what to do for their god, but so far, the Aidens have not answered.

They have been protecting them so far. But one thing is clear, their god has told them to live, so his command is for them to obey.

A few days have passed since their god entered the cocoon of energy. And the tribe has found themselves living in houses provided by the most vibrant Aiden.

Agni has taught the Nefuti people how to use tools and how to dig the land to farm and has shared the wonderful snake meat for them to feast upon.

It's only been three days, but it seems that the future of the Nefuti people has been bright.

“I worry for them,” Mikhael commented, his eyes looking down at the Nefuti people, helping each other, arguing or laughing.

“Why so?” Agni spoke to her little brother. “despite our location, everything seems fine.”

“That is one concern, but not my main one.” Mikhael shook his head. “It's the fact that we're here that I'm worried.”

Agni tilted her head, slightly confused. “What do you mean?”

“Isn't Father’s ultimate goal is to guide them, and watch them grow?” Mikhael pointed out.

“Yes, that's it and we mirror that goal.” Agni urged Mikhael to get to the point.

“All I'm saying is, is our presence going to hinder their growth? Their potential?” Mikhael asked in a worried tone.

Agni and the earlier-born Aidens could parse fragmented memories of their father, Hadro. But now, they couldn't anymore; something happened after Hadro went into a metamorphosis.

Although, before he did, Mikhael saw some fragments. “The presence of someone could be a motivator, Mikhael.” Agni smiled.

“...”

“I don't have a glance at the future Father is building, but truth be told. We're within it, as with the people he took under his wing.”

Michael had confusion plastered on his face, and Agni chuckled. “All I'm saying is that our presence isn't holding them back. Look at the Nefuti.”

Agni looked ahead, Mikhael followed her gaze and they both gazed at the Nefuti who was working along the day. Agni pointed at a man on the side living near others.

He was crippled, his leg was bitten by a snake and had to be amputated. Normally, men who became useless were only fed enough to survive. But now, the man could help by foraging for fruits and vegetables.

“There's no shame in such a thing.” Mikhael looked at Agni, his eyes demanding an explanation. Agni sighed. “He’s not sad, depressed or even annoyed at what he’s doing. Do you know why?”

“Because…. “ Mikhael looked at the man again. “Because he could work?”

“Yes, that's one part. But most importantly he has a purpose.”

“...”

“Father… told me once, a society is judged by how they treat the vulnerable.” Agni paused, letting Mikhael digest her words.

“People will always view those who do not work as useless and will always think that the elderly are the only ones who can have these privileges.

But in truth, Mikhael. There's no more degrading to a person than them knowing they're useless. Father’s edict allowed them to change their views, even if they'd just known him for a week.”

“...” Mikhael's eyes locked on the man's figure a little bit more, and then he looked at Agni again. His eyes urged her to finish what she meant.

“What I'm saying is, our presence does not hinder their growth. We help it grow, that's our ultimate goal.”

Mikhael's brows furrowed and he sighed and walked away. Agni didn't stop him despite his attitude was being rude. “Is this why Father doesn't like Aidens being born with a complete ego? Hm…”

***

[Drakins]

Allie had never been nervous more than ever. She looked up at the Great Mountains, and she could see the dragon mourning. Allie knows she could get killed like an insect if she were ever to annoy the dragon.

But there was a gnawing feeling inside her; it only got stronger the more she tried to ignore it. In the end, she sighed and decided to fly up the plateau in the middle of the Great mountains.

There, the dragon rested; she felt its presence waning. In a depressive state. The dragon raised its head, looking down at the Aiden.

“What do you want?”

“U-uhm… I came here because… “

“If you're here to kill me, this is a bad way to show it.”

Allie, flinched and shook her head. “N-no! No! I was here because… I can't ignore it…”

The dragon huffed flames coming out of its nostrils. It was amused looking down at Allie. “Ignore what?”

“I-I don't know! I just felt… uncomfortable. The moment you attacked Father I couldn't help but you're mourning.”

The dragon growled for a second before laying down again, it incurred that the Aiden had no ill intentions.

“Every single one of my children is dead, that's why.”

“Oh… uhm…”

“It does not help they were a prideful bunch. I taught them everything I know. Magic and spots to migrate.”

Allie fell silent; she sat down in front of the dragon, eager to listen to its story.

“A dragon is rare, I know that much, my descendants in the other continents… I couldn't feel their presence anymore.”

The dragon entailed how it missed its descendants, its siblings and friends. It spoke in sorrow how, one by one, he no longer felt any draconic presence.

It soon spoke about its adventures, its accomplishments and achievements, and its breakthrough magic as it used mana fluently.

“... It was frustrating. I tried creating a clone once, and the next thing I knew, whilst focusing my flesh to multiply and grow its own body, a hundred years had passed. Yet the only trait it had was my useless pride and not my knowledge. I couldn't even replicate what that Monkey did with its hairs.”

“You seem to have lived long,” Allie commented.

“Yes, sometimes years would just pass by. I stopped counting after I turned a few thousand years.”

“You must've seen historical things happen.”

“That I did.” The dragon shifted itself into a more comfortable position, facing Allie. “I've seen the last city of humans on this continent. I forgot the name, but the god of creation’s last city of worship was destroyed after being killed by its children.”

“Huh?”

“It was thousands of years ago… but in the wake of that battle, was remnants of the god of creation's last creation. The dungeons.”

“W-w-wait!? But dungeons are aggressive! Everything that comes out of it is monsters!”

The dragon looked down at Allie and wagged its tail to the other side.

“Yes, after all, the dungeon core is the fragment of that God; one could assume that core is his pure will and if it creates monsters, then… hmm, it would be bad to assume that only monsters could come out of dungeons, right?”

“Right…”

“I'm sure there are treasures down there, too; the god of creation encompasses both treasure and traps.”

Allie nodded, it's true. Most monsters that Foreline could get their hands on are used with a purpose. The monsters having the mind of only killing anything sapient is just the hard way of getting those materials.

There is always something good to get out of those monsters. Allie couldn't deny that; a shame she couldn't go inside the dungeon and look.

“Do you know why the dungeon doesn't allow us entry?” Allie asked offhandedly.

The dragon huffed and considered Allie’s question. “I have no idea. Whatever happened between the war between the God of creation and its children which created that.”

Allie furrowed her brows; it was a shame she couldn't know the truth about the dungeon more, but at least she could now see the dragon in better shape.

“Did you come here because you're worried?”

“Erm… maybe?”

The dragon chuckled, amused by Allie. “Thank you.”

“Eh- uh…” Allie didn't know how to react to gratitude. Especially from a creature whose the power of a deity.

“If I were a few thousand years younger I would've concluded that your worry is pity and your attitude is insolence. I guess being soft isn't a weakness.”

Allie remained silent at the Dragons’ comment.

“Can you keep visiting me for a while?”

The dragon asked for Company; Allie looked up at the dragon and nodded. “Sure, I don't have that much to do anyway.”

The dragon expressed its gratitude by nodding; since she got what she wanted, Allie flew away back to the Drakin village.

The humans of the Drakin Village have six tribes, the Garlushan, Irkifi, Fauthili, Aamuka, Sahangili and Raamont. The tribes, out of gratitude for the Drakins, decided to adopt their way of life without letting go of their cultures.

Their cultures, however, blended. One thing is the Smoking rotation which welcomes a young man to the ranks of adulthood. The other was currying favour from the Drakin.

The Drakin didn't view the humans differently; they viewed them as a fellow, but the humans didn't view it the same way. The Drakin was their benefactor, so having a Drakin as a spouse is viewed with the highest honour.

In the last three years, there have been at least six couples that managed to have a child, which is half Drakin and half-human, though there's no difference, visually and talent.

But having someone's family from a tribe with a Drakin is akin to raising their prestige. The Drakin were a bit befuddled by this way of life at first, but when they adopted the way humans think, they thought of this as natural.

Though, thanks to that way of thinking, they developed more close familial bonds. Through the process of socializing with the humans, Drakin has regained a sense of purpose and greater kinship, almost forgetting the time of oppression from their Guardian Dragon.

“Zerkian, how was your first guiding experience?”

Zerkian raised a brow, it was his older brother, Delaskan. He was bigger and lean, also better with a spear.

“I'm good, Delaskan, some strange kids then and there but everything else is good.”

Delaskan laughed, patting Zerkian on his back. “Good to hear! Anything that would make our kin strong is always welcome!”

“Right, what the matter? There's a reason you came all the way here, right?”

“Ah!” Delaskan's eyes brightened after remembering something. “Right! Listen, Zerkian. The elders had a message from the Guardian our Patron God.”

Zerkian’s eyes widened; a message from a Guardian was a significant thing; after all, their Patron God was their benefactor and someone who let his kin know the word freedom.

“What is it?” Zerkian Asked with seriousness.

His demeanour was mirrored by Delaskan, his tone shifting from cheery to serious tone. “We will meet with our Patron God's other followers. So be ready to seek beyond the Long Mountains.”

Zerkian gulped; the long mountains were a ridge continuing from the ocean to the south and the north; it was a long barrier between the plains and the Great Mountains.

“We've never ventured beyond the Long Mountains,” Zerkian muttered a tad absentmindedly.

“And soon, We will!” Delaskan laughed heartily.

Zerkian winced. “You enjoy those Garlushan company so much you're becoming like them.” he rubbed his ears.

The response earned another laugh from Delaskan. “Hah! We have to live along them humans anyways! Besides! Their training speaks with me!”

Zerkian pursed his lip, right, Delaskan had a big build, his shoulders wide and chest much more developed, his thighs as wide as his head and his calves robust. This man has been training with the Garlushans so much his body developed like theirs.

“Yeah, yeah. Brother, I’d be there when we travel beyond the Long mountains.”