Chapter 70, Eight Hundred Years Pass
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"The Communis Hostis Actus of 1301 Post Marcadonia marked the start of a new age.
The Beastkin, Human race, and even the Novakhin were forced into comradery by the indisputable power of the Sacred Beasts.
Lumoof the Benevolent oversaw the signing of the Contract of Companionship, tying the three species together.
The continent was finally titled, being named Alacore, by Lumoof himself.
A new calendar was adopted, history advancing.
In the early years of Sacra Societas, humanity and beastkinship did not see eye to eye.
The Beastmen saw humans as demons, made in the image of the Vitarians. Cursed furless men that were weak and not worthy of protection from the Sacred Beasts.
Humanity on the other hand felt similar.
Why did walking beasts feel so superior? Was it because of their physical strength? The fact they had walking deities to back them?
Humanity was prideful, but incredibly intelligent.
They understood they did not compare to the Beastmen physically, but why were they so belittled? They were on the same end of the stick as the Beastmen.
They had a common enemy.
Vitarian's were powerful creatures.
Sure they looked quite alike, but that did not warrant hatred, nor did it mean they were at all the same.
Humanity was looked down upon, and they did not appreciate it.
The outlier, the Novakhin just stayed to themselves. They were strangely the most gifted of all.
It seemed they inherited the skills and abilities of the ancient humans, and the physical prowess of the Beastmen.
With trade routes being created and opened upon the ushering of the new era, all the species were able to mingle.
The Novakhin took the chance to observe the technologies and societal structure of the two other races, taking them for their own and improving themselves greatly.
The Novakhin migrated to occupy the spaces as far from their opposing species, settling in the center of desolate deserts, the peaks of towering mountains, and even the depths of isolated caves.
They went into seclusion, focusing on perfecting themselves.
They realized they would not fit into either societies, and being a race of creatures that only wanted to exist without trouble, they knew that one day there was bound to be conflict.
So, they hid away, chasing the power of the Sacred Beasts, and even the fabled might of Vitarian's that they were not privy to observe.
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Like that, time moved, and the world continued to grow.
Strangely, the Vitarian's did not rebel. The Sacred Beasts were on guard, a large number of them becoming visible to the world and standing ground on earth.
Over the years, they were counted, the inhabitants of the continent coming to discover nearly five hundred dormant Sacred Beasts, idly waiting for Vitaria to strike back.
No one would ever know what had happened to the fabled Goteka... For he would not see the light of day for nearly 800 more years..."
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The streets were bustling, man and beast walking the roads alike.
An old man closed the small book he had been reading.
"Things are completely different aren't they? Things may change in an instant." The man spoke, the young teenage beast next to him nodding.
"That's for sure... But, what year are we in exactly?" The boy asked, the man leant against a metal lamp post rubbing the beard on his face.
"Hmm... Eight Hundred Forty-Six Sacra Societas... So, nearly nine centuries post the Communis Hostis Actus!" The Old man smiled, the white tiger next to him slowly nodding his head.
The two were obviously out of place.
A medium sized, 6 foot 7 man, with dark, nearly pitch black skin. He had pure white hair, showing off his age. It was tied back into a small pony tail, perfectly fitting his white beard that blended into it.
There was a small tattoo above his eyebrow, not clearly readable to the naked eye.
Of course that wouldn't matter, there was nearly a zero percent chance of there being anyone capable of reading ancient languages these days...
His eyes were a pitch black sclera, with yellow vibrant pupils.
He was built, buff and highly intimidating to the average human and even the weaker beastkin. He wore a skin tight shirt, hugging his body. As for his pants they were camo, fabric, baggy, and with many pockets.
He gave off the same vibe that the militia did.
The small bipedal animal next to him wasn't as intimidating....
A white tiger, with long hair strangely reminiscent of humans.
He wore metal armor pads, connected to a white shirt. His waist was wrapped leather bands, wearing more traditional pants below. Around his waist, there were countless more straps, with ornaments attached to them.
The shoes he wore were burlap, and there were even burlap wrist wraps on his arms.
If one were to analyze the two, they would all come to the same conclusion.
A Master and his protégé.
"In this day and age, kreus is more widely studied. Despite most not being able to truly tap into it, and use it in supernatural ways, it is still prevalent within the world." The old man spoke, turning to look down the street.
Where they were reminded him of relatively modern times.
There were cars, powered by kreus itself, carrying naturals throughout the town.
More uniquely, there were imprints on certain parts of building walls, where one could put their hands or feet and intertwine their kreus with the building, using it to climb up to the second floor with ease.
"Smart..." The old man mumbled.
"The world has heavily advanced... Though, at this rate, I still give it roughly half a millennia until they hit true modern ages." He muttered, hand on his chin as he examined the world around them.
"Really? But, wouldn't all the super power stuff shorten the time it takes?" He questioned, tilting his head.
"Quite the opposite. There’s not as much of a demand for electronics when you have super powers to replace them." He responded, moving from his position against the wall and turning to walk down the street.
"Understandable..." The tiger responded, following close after.
"So why are we here anyway? Last I checked, Goteka was utterly obliterated by Jefyu..." The tiger chatted, clearly being a talkative one.
"Well... You are not that powerful... My duty as... the Leader to say the least, is to make you stronger. So, I have jumped time, to the optimal moment of improvement for you!" The old man spoke, confusing the one following behind him.
"Uhh..." He hummed, confused.
"In a few days time, there will be a world wide event, and you will become a major player in history!" The old man smiled, "Don't worry, I won't let you die!" With a chuckle, he lifted a finger, as if that was going to reassure the young tiger.
"One day, they will look back on history and read the legendary story of Adam! Or... perhaps, Adamas is a more appropriate name for this era." The man pondered, turning back and smirking at the frozen tiger.
"What in the hell are you talking about!"
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