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Avrin's supplies consisted of a melon pan, a military standard water bottle filled with water he had formed, some protein rich jerky, and fruits and vegetables, all in one large sack he could hold over his shoulder. He was whistling as he continued to pack his things. He felt as if he was freer than ever to decide for himself. No military, no prison, just a world that gave him a new start.
Although he was sceptical of his true intentions here, which was to entertain god, he had no intention of letting himself be used in such a way. Then again, god probably knew this but it didn’t seem like he interfered. Avrin started to think that this was also something god predicted, but he shrugged it off.
Avrin had intended to leave in the afternoon, but something uncalled for happen. Thunder began to echo around the area. It shook the earth and a downpour of rain began to engulf the landscape. "What?” Avrin held his hand outside of the entrance, only to be welcomed by the cold water that slipped down from the sky. I see...it can’t be helped. I’m not god – I can’t stop it from raining," he jokingly said, before heading back into his shelter. He began to practice his ability. He was engulfing his hand in the aura he tried before and would strengthen the aura while willing it to change.
Unlike his prior augmentation, now that he was forcing it to modify itself into claws, it gave him a sharp pain and he clenched his teeth while watching it form the very claw he had seen before. "Five seconds instead of several hours, accompanied by a sharp knife like pain. Hopefully that side effect will vanish once my body is used to this sped-up augmentation." Avrin began to repeat the process several times with both hands. He would start by keeping them normal then let his aura flow around it, waiting for it to change the colour of his skin before willing it to augment quickly.
It was a disturbing sight, seeing a normal hand turn into something considered an abomination. He wondered if there were creatures that looked more hideous than his own hand that were considered normal and accepted into society. He pushed the thought aside, thinking there was no way the humanoids on Seleria were that forgiving. After all, from what he could tell, the gods of this world didn’t seem so perfect.
Avrin decided to spend the next few hours working out. For some reason, he was able to do double the amount he did last time. Was this an effect of his body? The ability to quickly grow and adapt to physical need and stress? If that was the case, Avrin welcomed such a useful ability it would only mean that he would get stronger quicker. He also pondered if this applied to his own dark matter ability.
While continuing to work on improving himself, the rain continued on in a violent torrent. He wondered if this was the natural weather of the planet. If so, it would prove bothersome, especially considering the rain droplets managing to get through the cracks in the shelter. Avrin was doing a set of chin-ups, making sure he had removed his clothing and replaced it with something fit for exercise. He contemplated what would work well before realising gym clothing was obviously the best.
He decided to wear tracksuit pants with white lining that fit well. It was something that he created using dark manifestation. But he would leave the top half of clothing off his body as he wanted to see the effects of physical stress on it to see if it grew or changed. From the entrance, looking into the cave one could see a elven-like creature with weird pants and no shoes or socks, using a piece of metal stuck on the caves ceiling hoisting himself up before letting himself down. Although the very same person who would think this would also see the creature had incredible muscles that no elf could surely have, not to mention the arm strength. If they had watched from the beginning they would know Avrin was on his 21st set of a constant rep with no breaks that consisted of 50 chin-ups and increasing.
Avrin was surely improving. He wasn’t sure why he didn’t notice the difference when he had exercised before but every time he felt pained in his muscles, he also felt a feeling inside his body, as if something was changing or adapting. The pain would vanish a few seconds after the feeling, but then come back as he pushed himself further. If it was like this, he would be able to exercise forever, but for now his body had reached its limit. He reached 34 sets of a constant rep consisting of 50 chin-ups before he felt exhausted and hungry. It seemed his body's supply of fat or energy or whatever was used in this world was exhausted out.
He placed his hand on the ground and began to absorb the matter into himself. As he did, he gazed at the wall and heard a large pitiful roar outside of his shelter. It was faint, but it sounded clear to Avrin’s sensitive ears. Avrin got up after he’d finished absorbing the matter of the ground and gazed outside. He widened his eyes, stunned, as what he saw was indeed more pitiful then the last time he saw this creature.
He stepped outside in just his track suit pants and his long silvery hair waved around in the heavy wind. The rain water itself cleaned his body somewhat of the sweat formed from his workout, the water trickling over his abs and toned muscles, but his sight was focused on what was in front of him.
It was the Nemean, his first enemy, its fur ruffled greatly and its body covered in wounds. Its unchanged hand appeared broken, while its other was covered in blood and pieces of flesh that did not belong to itself. It was also holding an object. Avrin judged this cautiously as the lesser dark claw of the creature clasped tightly the fingertips digging slightly into the eye sockets. What shocked Avrin wasn’t because it returned, it was because the owner of the head it belonged to was one of its own kind. Avrin gazed at its wounded body again then at its demon arm before putting the pieces together. He chuckled softly before approaching it.
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“I see. So that’s how it is. They saw that arm of yours and figured you were no longer one of them, even you at first hated that arm. So it makes sense they wouldn’t let you off with a goodbye. I’m sure they saw you as an enemy and tried to kill you. I wonder how many of your own people you killed. That arm is strong enough to effortlessly break double layered steal which your other arm can’t even budge an inch."
The creature’s eyes seemed dark, as if it was listening to Avrin talk, even if it didn’t know what he was saying. This made Avrin feel even sorrier for the creature. Avrin watched as it bled steadily even in the torrential rain, it didn’t stop. The large puddle of blood under the creature grew. Avrin knew it was his fault. Maybe it would have been best to kill this creature and save it some face in front of its race. He clicked his tongue again before turning away to walk back to his shelter. Then he stopped and gazed back.
It seemed the creature had gone silent. Maybe it had died from blood loss or had fallen unconscious. He raised a brow as he noticed rustling in the bushes. Without hesitating, his left eye augmented to see what it was. So obvious and common the figures were. There were 18 Nemeans who slowly shuffled out of the bushes. They didn’t seem to be in an attack position towards Avrin, they were walking casually and surrounding the immobile Nemean covered in a puddle of its own blood.
Avrin watched as a larger than usual Nemean stepped forth, its mane was thicker and it had healed scars across its body as well as a necklace of what appeared to be Hecate skulls. It stood behind the fallen Nemean and held its hands in a fist tightly as if waiting for the kill. It completely ignored Avrin, knowing that he knew they weren’t there for him.
Avrin watched for a moment as the Nemean raised its hands ready to strike. It then struck down quickly and stabbed the motionless Nemean in the chest towards its heart. The nearly dead Nemean let a pitiful, whimper-like groan before growing silent. That was when certain things dawned on Avrin.
He spoke in a stutter to himself. It seemed something had dawned on him after hearing the pitiful whimper. I am responsible for how it was persecuted. Not only that, it came here fleeing from them, asking for my help.” Avrin’s body began to shake slightly. “And when I thought it was dead, and then realized by some glimmer of hope, it wasn’t, I still ignored it and let it die by the hands of those who persecuted it. After it sought help from me. Does that mean I have not learned from letting helpless die? "
The Nemeans left the motionless corpse of their fellow former tribesmen and slowly headed off. The rain at that moment, as if on cue, stopped and before they had gotten even close to the mines that they knew were definitely there since the rain had washed the soil on top of them away and those who lived definitely informed the others. Avrin spoke out in a double tone as if possessed by a sort of demon. His face darkened as his eyes turned a deep crimson red and black smoke emitted from them.
"Not one...."
He bared his teeth, which seemed to have sharpened, giving him the appearance of a being dedicated to evil. One might think he was the devil himself as his skin began to change into a reflective black.
"Not one of you...."
At this point the Nemeans felt the intense bloodlust emanating from Avrin. If they could see it, it would form the shape of a blood red aura that would engulf ones soul. They looked nervous and took a battle ready stance the head Nemean that struck the motionless one looked frightened, but still kept face to its other followers as they watched the creature they couldn’t comprehend in front of them. A creature that was filled with a frightful vengeful rage.
"Not one of you...is leaving here alive!!”
His body burst with a powerful, pitch black aura that seemed to completely engulf his body, revealing only his crimson eyes with half purple, half black patterned pupils in the form of spheres with thorns growing from them. It seemed that, instinctively on a rage, he engaged a full body speed augmentation. Meanwhile, several miles deeper inside the forest, in a large city built into trees that would put redwoods to shame was a large hut in the centre where two creatures sat in comfort.
"Gah!"
The fairy creature fell to her knees and clutched her staff that resembled the moon. The creature shivered with a face full of fright. The other, a beautiful elven female was wearing what appeared to be leather armour that adorned her body well while showing her perfect natural curves and complimenting her pale complexion and white hair that slid down her back. Her hair, tied with two ribbons in a sort of braided style, reached the curve at the bottom of her spine. She seemed to care deeply for her fellow sylph and was already helping her up before the fairy spoke.
"W-what is this feeling? A monster...a true monster. I haven’t felt such ferocity in many ages. It resembles that of Tiamat's awakening. S-Syrana, we must go to its location. We must try our best to stop this creature. I’m not sure what sort of disaster it may bring."
"Myra, surely such a thing cannot be possible. That is to say a dragon slumbers in this forest?"
Syrana grew intensely nervous at the thought of there being such a powerful creature in their haven of peace. Even though they would both be capable of fighting the dragon, their weapons were two halves of one power. They would need each other to be able to fight it and Syrana had not seen a dragon ever – not since Tiamat’s awakening. The mighty creature had killed her father the herald and former leader of the sylph people. At that point, she was still a child of 67 years of age, but now she was more mature and had experience under her belt.
After recalling her feelings, she wanted revenge on a dragon and wanted to show she wasn’t weak. She helped the priestess up while calling out to the elf who looked worryingly at them both. He was adorned in plate armour, tinted green with blue hues.
"Summon our strongest hunters....” she grinned, before speaking in a hushed and vengeful tone "We have a dragon to subdue," she said, flashing a mischievous grin.
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