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I outburst in frustration. Damien chuckled. "She'll be fine; she's just afraid. She's awake, Sage, maybe not mentally but physically. She needs assurance that she's safe before she can heal completely and wake." My brows furrowed in confusion. "She's an Afsrid wolf." I didn't say a word yet, but I digested what he had just said.

I added "Besides I'm doing this because I could see how your people aren't afraid of you anymore. If that happens then they would be confident to steal your place away from you. You're the Berseker Read and I want you to retrieve your berserk self. Well, be Berserk on your enemies of course." He sighed as he wrapped his arms around my waist, engaging me with his warmth. He buried his head through the nook of my neck as he tightens his arms around me. "I could still talk to you, right?" He whispered and I hummed in response "Yes, Read." I assured him He sighed one last time before letting me go, missing his warmth yet didn't let it show so that he wouldn't change his mind. "Fine. As long as I

She nodded knowingly once I was done. “You have heard of berserkers right?” “The mad Viking warriors who fought without fears and from which the work berserk comes from?” “More or less,” she said. “There are a few ways to make a berserker, one includes a potion including hallucinogenic and painkillers, but there are other ways. One is to summon the spirit of a predator, often bears or wolves, in a form of controlled possession. The spirits heighten stamina, pushes limits and the pain threshold too. Pain is there to limit us so not to hurt ourselves. Your nerve endings are there to stop you from tearing your muscles. Which is why berserkers don’t have a long life expectancy, but werewolves ar

I'm already bleeding and losing blood, I've a few broken bones, I doubt I even have ribs that are still whole, but there's no pain anymore. That's the thing about going Berserker, most senses become dull or numb, focusing on only killing the opponent. The senses in use, become sharper, like the fact that I can hear the slice of his claws through the air as he comes at me, using my front paw to pin his arm down.

The bloody army flow so fast, leaving the flashing afterimages to fill the glowing darkness. These afterimages are bloody, and while it spreading, the glowing darkness is shaking miserably. The bloody army's united voice mumbled, “Berserk, head to the order... Search the priestess!” In an instant, the berserk flash their eyes open, and the bloody eyes slowly engulf with glowing gold. They vanish in their position, causing the repressed golden flame to burst into open!

Only beasts can do this to their owns. Eren's hand is trembling as those dark memories are flashing in his head. He quickly rubs his eyes and speaks again. "They thought that after all those beatings, I've finally understood and changed into one of them. They changed my name to Erden Roar, just like the surname of their fake one. So their last issue was my face. They didn't want anyone to recognize me and would not risk that I could go back to my life with you." I sniff, swallowing down this sensation climbing up my throat. They are definitely inhuman.

Tyr asked as he felt a chill down his spine. In reality, even if he did not ask this question, he already had guessed the answer in his head. It was terrifying. Professor Mark replied carefully, “This is just my guess. If the berserk blood manages to devour all the normal blood cells, you may turn into another person. A crazy person, a berserker type of monster!” Hiss! Even though he had already predicted this, Tyr still took a deep breath after Professor Mark’s confirmation. “Then, what can I do now? Is there any medication that can control it?”

Aegeus's eyes flashed with inspiration. His mind was a mess and his reasoning was clouded, yet he could feel the spirit of war bubbling within him. His power as a Berserker filled his bones with strength and made them tougher than the most precious of stones. His muscles were akin to the thick hide of an Ascension Beast - a beast of divinity - and the blood that run through his veins were as precious as gold. The rubies lodged within his eye sockets gleamed as a great thirst for battle filled his bones. His arms ached, but he was a Body Wielder! Pain, persistence and endurance were his bread and butter! Unless his bones were crushed to dust and his muscles torn to bits, he would still fight!

"What?! How can Berserkers be in this place?" asked Tristan in a bit of a panic, knowing that there were Berserkers in a private place like this. Bersekers were wolves transformed by a witch's curse, and they tended to never transform into humans at certain times like other werewolves, but they were still able to maintain their rationality. They tended to hide in the middle of the forest, along with their pack, and had very little familiarity with humans. They almost never had any contact with humans unless a human intruded on their territory.

"Berserk, your arm… It's…" Berserk smiled. "It's just an arm, it’s fine. I'm just glad you're okay." Ridge took a deep breath, his eyes becoming slightly red. Lena said, "Berserk sacrificed an arm to protect you, Ridge." Ridge lowered his head and felt a lump in his chest, not knowing what to say at that moment. Berserk patted him on the shoulder as Adrian asked, "How are you feeling?" "I'm all right, sir. I'm sorry for troubling you guys."