Chapter 68, The Sacred Beast Lumoof!
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"I'm once again ashamed to say that we were of no match, my lord." Turloc, the Minotaur that encountered the strange furless men, relayed.
As the strongest of those in the small group, he was forced to lead the king himself to the site. He had no complaints of course, he was given time to converse with the king!
Time to personally experience the presence of the man appointed by the Sacred Beasts to be their ruler.
"It is understandable. If this is truly the furless man I imagine it to be, this might be the end of an era my son..." The King said, a conflicted expression on his face.
All Beastkin were aware of the prophecy divined by the sacred beasts.
That one day, the furless demons would find us, and it would be our duty to ensure all the sacred beasts are awakened immediately. For there would be disaster if we allow them to settle and reproduce.
That is what the Beastkin prophecies says, and the King is the one to ensure this prophecy is followed.
No one is completely sure of why this exists, but there have surely been rumors over the ages. It is said that man once overheard a conversation between Sacred Beasts when they still wandered the earth.
One that spoke of Sacred Beasts in another land being mercilessly slaughtered left and right. A war being fought every day, one that the Sacred Beasts wearily fought in.
Beastkin could only dream of another world, where their all-powerful, nearly indefinable Sacred Beasts were warring. Battling small furless men that held the power of titans in their bones.
Creatures that could jump so high it was as if they flew. Punch so hard they that they could gut Sacred Beasts...
It was a story for naughty children, telling them the Furless men would come and kidnap them if they did not listen.
All Beastkin wondered if the day would ever come. If the prophecy of the Sacred Beasts was truly, true.
And it seemed today was the day they would find that out...
The king parted the foliage, the claws on his wolf hands easily scattering the leaves.
Instantly, they rounded the ridge before them, and the king locked his eyes onto the scene beneath him.
There was one furless man, relatively large and intimidating enough to make him fear for his life.
Off to the side, just a little ways from him were two more half furless men. They wore clothes that were clearly not apart of their body, but one of them had traces of fur on his arms. Not any like the Beastkin, but enough to shield him from weather maybe?
Were they too, furless men?
The king could not tell, but there was one thing that was sure.
There was not a single piece of hair, or even fur, on the sitting mans body. Only on the top of his head.
He was nude, so it was easily to tell there wasn't a single piece of hair anywhere else.
"Oh! Our second party has finally arrived!" The true furless man shouted, making the King falter.
He knew what to do.
He could feel, the power behind this creature.
He knew what to do.
Swiftly, he reached into his back pocket, pulling out a horn.
"What are you doing?" The furless man asked, but he did not care.
The horn was brought to his lips and, with zero hesitation...
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*BLARE*
A loud sound was made, causing the two questionably furless men to falter and cover their eyes, while the sitting one simply tilted his head.
*BLARE-*
The king had been continuing to blow, when the horn was taken right from his hands.
Somehow, the furless man had appeared directly in front of him, standing just a little taller.
He had the horn in his hands, twisting and turning it, thoroughly examining.
"This small thing can produce such a loud sound?..." He questioned, lifting it to his mouth.
*BLAARE*
This time, the horn was dozens of times louder, yet the horn could not handle it.
*Shatter*
It broke after not even a second of withstanding the furless mans pressure.
"I think I understand... The hole is small and narrow so the sound gets trapped, prolonged, vibrates and bounces around. The vibration creates more pressure..."
The furless one rambled on for a few moments, before he was rather rudely interrupted.
The land started to vibrate, trees threatening to fall from their positions in the ground, and stray rocks jumping up and down.
"This is out of my hands, O' Sacred Ones." The Beast King muttered, bringing his hands together and closing his eyes, giving a slight bow to the sky above him.
"Oh sacred ones?.." The furless one muttered, his facial expressions fluctuating.
"You called in the big guns already?... You didn't even hear me out first!" He chuckled, dropping the broken pieces of the once intriguing horn.
"Vitarian scum. Return to where you belong!"
Out of seemingly nowhere, a large foot was crashing down upon them.
All those within its area could only lament...
"We are collateral it seems..." The Beast King reluctantly muttered, closing his eyes and accepting fate.
"HAHA! I'VE ONLY BEEN ABLE TO FIGHT ONE OF YOU IN MY LIFETIME. TO KNOW THERE ARE MORE HERE IS A BLESSING!" The furless man, or Vitarian scum, as he was called, crazily shouted.
There was a sound of impact, and a shockwave that knocked all those around to their butt.
The Beast King opened his eyes to see the small Vitarian man driving his body into the titanic foot that had threatened to step on them.
The creature said foot belonged too, was being driven back completely, forced backwards into an off balance position.
*BOOOOM*
With just one move, the small man had toppled a SACRED BEAST.
An ancient power, that existed for dozens, even hundreds, of thousands of years.
"DISGUSTING! YOU DON'T EVEN HOLD A CANDLE TO THE GODKIN!" The Vitarian man screamed, a crazed look on his face as he rose into the sky, defying the laws of the world.
The Beast King could hear the other furless man in the crater spew some words of astonishment, and he couldn't help but agree.
"Flight?... But he has no wings?"
The Vitarian cupped his hands together, bringing them behind his body as the Sacred Beast arose, shaking off the trees on his back.
This was when all present were able to get a good look at the titan before them.
"That's Lumoof." Turloc, the Minotaur muttered.
They stared at the ginormous, bipedal creature. It was built, with thick arms and huge trunk legs. It had thick wooly, grey fur that covered the entirety of its body. It's hands were huge, have four long and thick curved claws for fingers.
Its face was covered in fur, only two holes that had yellow light in them being present. Atop its head were two horns that protruded forward, curving up at their tips.
It indeed was Lumoof.
He was one of the more known Sacred Beasts, as there had been many times in history that he appeared. Even some of the eldest Beastkin alive today were still alive when he was last spotted wandering the lands.
Though of course that was nearly two hundred years ago.
Alas that was not of any importance.
"Ba'ema." The Vitarian spoke, throwing his hands forward, as a blue beam of light shot rapidly, and violently toward Lumoof.
"Such a tempered Kreus control..." Lumoof muttered, easily loud enough for everyone to hear as his voice was loud in itself.
He raised a hand before he was struck, letting it impact with his hand. His arm was pushed back for a moment before it regained it's stability.
"To think your people are as powerful as my kin have said... I can tell you are not one of the ancient ones..." Lumoof tilted his head, rather worried.
"I hope this is the extent of your power."
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"This will be a battle that goes down in the history books." Lokreum said, a hand on his chin as he levitated in the air.
"I wholeheartedly agree." Amon said.
Surprisingly, Amon had descended in a location near by Adam and Lokreum, and they had coincidentally met in the same spot when Lumoof the Sacred Beast revealed himself.
"I didn't think a creature of such size would be able to control kreus so well that he could completely hide himself from the gaze of the world." Adam commented.
"Of course he can. It is not an intricate process. He rearranged the kreus in his body to match the composition of the airborne kreus. In simple terms, he melded with the world... If I were to quantify this ability..." Lokreum spoke.
"If we use the Mortal Realms Alexandria created, that would be a level 3 ability? Correct?" Amon finished.
"Indeed. But a being of such size... It would be equivalent to level 5 control from a creature your size... Considering level 7 is the max for mortals, I'd say that's an accomplishment." Lokreum nodded his head, honing in on Lumoof.
"Still... He is only level 4. Sirft is level 7, they are worlds apart! Even Goteka is level 3 and he is only two hundred years old..." He finished, a smirk on his abstract figure.
"Aahh... This will be a feast for my eyes! Such a battle will surely be beautiful!"
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