In the unfathomable depth beyond the abysmal perimeter of the outer region, a forest stood silently buried with cries of the tortured souls. Somewhere deep within the forest inside, 10 people were now profusely perspiring from every pore of the skins as the heat forcefully invaded their expensive hunting Kevlar. Each of the 10 people had a scarlet-phoenix insignia carved on their fabric right above their biceps. Surprisingly, none of them were making any movements. They stood still like dumb statutes, muddled within the ghostly silence of the vicinity, gobsmacked through and through.  What's even weirder was that every one of them had their eyes popping out of their sockets by the incomprehensible scene that was in front of them. The air was congested with the stench of burned wood, whereas the ground was drenched with blood and gore.

Both Maira and Falco had their berserk skills open, their reaction speed was better than everyone, which put them in a position to watch out for the fastest and deadly sneak attacks. The trickiest part about fighting this Malaka was that he was aware of the weakest links, so they had to watch out for his every movement.Agenor, despite being so injured, was dealing the highest damage with his axe. His ribs kept making sounds cracking tinder every time he made an attack, but his pain receptors seem to shut down during the crisis. Creed was using every chance he got to injure the beast with his arrow. Amidst the attacks, the others also made sure to pluck every arrow out of his body, since they knew he only had a limited number. Rain and Phantom were using their Rapier and Trident respectively to as many b

The sneak attacks on his back and persistent struggle made Malaka truly lose his mind. He reached out to his back. Creed realized he was about to grab Rain, so he kicked her away. She even failed to retract her rapier from his back. Though he saved her, he couldn't avoid the beast's grapple against his thigh. A deep chiseling claw mark appeared, flooding out blood all over. Fortunately, Creed could pull out his own saber and sprung away from his back. Malaka's painful grunts were still echoing in the air, prompting his fury. Phantom's trident was still impaled to his chest, so he kicked him to throw him off. Soon he pulled out Rain's bloody rapier that was sticking to his back. Phantom's trident was a soul Armas, thus it returned to his mind palace. Unfortunately, the Rapier wasn't one, so she could not call it back. They soon noticed that the Malak

~Into the dense misty night sky of the blissful evening, a chattering raven flew to the throne of an ancient war god and reported about the existence of a man with an unknown origin. In the eyes of the raven, this man's archery skills have transcended beyond the level of any mortal on the face of the earth.The chattering raven, bound by his habit, did what he knew the best. Seeing that his most loyal scout couldn't stop singing, the praises of a mere human intrigued the ancient war god.Almost immediately, the Ancient War God slid to the edge of his throne. Now he wanted to see the skills of this man. However, he soon found out that Kvoth does not indulge in battle because he made a promise to his little brother that he would never indulge in any kind of battle.Agitat

Phantom stood in a daze for a few seconds and murmured in a sullen voice,'Arghh! Crap… 'The tension brim in the surrounding. Agenor immediately noticed the animosity and blurted out."We are not bandits. My party members are injured right now, and we are leaving the forest. We have absolutely no intention of creating any problem for yo--"Before Agenor could even complete his sentence, Maira cut him off in the middle and limped forward. She gazed towards the feminine voice that came from a figure wearing blood-red Armor. "Never really thought the prodigies of clan Phoenix Gods would grace us with their presence!" She limped a step forward and spoke as clearly as possible, "Lieutenant Grisha Fowler, would you mi