The Prologue of Volume 3 (Patreon)

The Prologue of Volume 3 (In editing-v2)

In the middle of a dark forest, three furtive figures could be seen sprinting forward, their movements silent and sure. These warriors bore dulled, black metallic armor that covered them from head to toe, accompanied by a slim mask that hid their identities.

Two of them were obviously male, with lean, muscular physiques visible even when hidden by their armor. Their masks were colorful, with animalistic, wolf-like features painted onto them, unlike the plain, black mask of the third figure. This last warrior was a female, one that moved in graceful leaps, exuding a tangible Aura of bloodlust. This Aura was visibly wrapping around the other two warriors, somehow helping enhance their speed as they sprinted forward.

“How could they know we were coming?” One of the two armor-clad males spoke aloud, his voice holding a hint of anger.

“I don’t know. We got past their sentries clean, I’m sure of it. Damn Farian Magic.” The other male grunted as he replied, shrugging in mid-air.

“Perhaps-“ Before the first warrior could finish a reply, however, the female warrior interrupted him.

“Boys, boys, it doesn’t matter. Your jobs aren’t to think, merely to kill.” As soon as she spoke, the other warriors instantly shut up, giving her their full attention.

“Their system of Magic is rather odd, it wouldn’t surprise me if one of them found a way.” She clapped her hands together in delight as she spoke, as if this surprise had become an amusing challenge.

By this point, they had covered an enormous amount of ground, crossing 4 miles in roughly 20 seconds. Their pace was extraordinarily fast.

“Still, that just means we have to find that person and kill them.” While her face was hidden behind a mask, one could practically hear the smile she now wore.

“We are the caretakers of reality. It’s our job to guide the world onto the right path.” The blood-red Aura that surrounded her seemed to grow darker and more intense, visibly quivering,

“The Great War cannot be stopped. Destiny awaits.”

Immediately after, the two warriors accompanying her replied, as if by habit,

"Destiny awaits."

"Destiny awaits."

Their words vanished into the night as the three figures fled, leaving behind only a promise of swift retribution...

Swift retribution and death.

Destiny awaits.

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