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If you thought life outside the wall was hard then you are correct. Was it impossible? No, if it's impossible there won't be a single settlement standing out here. Why is it hard to live outside the wall? The Creatures of Grimm of course. Those foul creatures has been living with mankind since the day of creation, from a time way before the reign of the false gods. Today, after the arrival of the Twilight Brigade, the Grimm has been lessening but not to the point of extinction, still even though there are less Grimm it was still dangerous here.

Reason why settlements could survive and grow into a more prosperous home were varied. Location of choice, grimm density, number of warrior, luck, etcetera etcetera. Padi-Kapas was an example of a settlemen-- village-- which supported several of those factors.

Firstly it was situated at the base of a hill, making a natural defense line againts the Grimm and a natural resources spot. Also the village was built in a way that gave the illusion to attackers that it was more advantageous to attack from the east directly opposite the hill on the west. This was because of the three layers of nature, as the first chief named it, built around the village. The first layer was a land for cultivating fruit trees, the second layer was a land for cultivating rice, and exclusive on the east was planted a third layer of tall grass for aestethic purpose. That is why attackers will always target the east since the north and the south don't have anything to cover the third layer, but don't worry the village has a way to counter that, but it will be explained later.

Padi-Kapas has a relatively low Grimm density. This was because the first chief with his ragtag group of mercenary had destroyed all Grimm spawning points near the village and throughout the years every wandering Grimm were slain before they could build a nest.

Like every other settlements, Padi-Kapas has a good number of full fledge warriors in their ranks. Consisting of 42 faunus, seven can use advance aura manipulation and ten can use greater aura manipulation; 78 humans, exluding their aces, six can use advance aura manipulation and fifteen can use greater aura manipulation; then there are their aces, three humans in which two can use greater advance aura manipulation while the other one can use advance aura manipulation and has invisibility semblance. All of those don't include their trainees.

Because of the reasons listed above Padi-Kapas had survived, prospered, and made good reputations among mercenaries and traders alike in this wild world. In the last few years this village also undergone some expansions, now it is more appropriate to call this place a small town rather than a village.

And this small town will be the place where two soon to be heroes begin their journey.

--Remnant(World Above), 12 Tuo-Juh (7th month) 377 ADW--

--Near Padi-Kapas--

Harok was an ambitious man. Everyday he woke up, training, hunting, maintaining weapons, sleeps, and repeat. Break times he has between his activities were used to deepen the bond with the woman he loves, and he had been doing these since he was but a little weak boy. Again, Harok was an ambitious man, for he has a single dream he wish to achieve.

To become the greatest bandit, even surpassing Raven Branwen.

That dream was definitely very hard to achieve. Raven Branwen has reputation of undefeatable battles, that alone had put her in a high pedestal amongst bandits. Rumor claimed she was the one and only partner and equal of the second Grimm Reaper whose strength was comparable to the heroes from the Saga of the Twilight Crusaders. But, that rumor actually gave him hope and make him double his effort, if White Knight from Twilight Crusaders was once a weak farmer boy then he who come from a harsher life can accomplish such feat.

And his efforts paid off.

He, in a fairly young age, managed to use greater advance aura manipulation, even if it's just the basics such as strengthening his muscles a bit. Now in the age of 30 he can manipulate aura outside of his body.

You see, normal peasants won't know the difference between all of these aura manipulations, but there are differences. The basic aura manipulation only allows manipulating the movement of small amount of aura inside one's body and in extension one's equipment, like moving a small portion of your aura to your arm, but it won't strengthend the arm it only add another layer of protection.

Greater means one can manipulate high amount of aura, more than 60% at once, and freely move it. Extensive understanding of one's body and focus are required for this, thus if the user loses focus the aura will spread evenly throughout the body.

Advance means one can manipulate aura into it's user organ without damaging them. If one's were to move aura inside their eyes they could strengthened them for greater visions; equal to the faunus if the user was human, but put too much aura and the eyes will pop. This of course applied to all of the organs or any body parts in general; skins, bones, muscles, everything in the body can be manipulated. This also extended to equipments.

Greater advance means one can manipulate aura outside their body. This type of manipulation depends greatly on the user's imagination. For example Harok can create an invisible field with a radius of three meters around himself and within that field every information were made known to him, from the flow of air to the body condition of his enemy. Combine with his semblance, 'Battle Continuation', he became the deadliest amongst his tribesmen; for reminder semblance is not the same as aura manipulation of any form; it was categorized as a unique ability of the soul.

Today he was very excited for his skill will be used today.

The target was Padi-Kapas, an everyday agricultural town with lots of goods to take, if the raid succeeded Harok's tribe won't be bother with rations for months and in that time-frame they can train to their hearts' content. What makes Harok really excited for this raid was the reputation Padi-Kapas has, the Bandits Slaughterer, even bards sang this tale across Anima. If he could defeat The Champion of the town surely his goal will be closer to achieve.

"Son! Get to the front line, we'll attack soon." His father's called out to him.

Harok put down the whetstone and seated his katana. As a close range fighter he wore a leather armor and metal gauntlets while letting his legs bare of protection, only consisting of baggy pants and boots. Some of his tribesmen questioned his choice of protection but let it be since he could defeat all of them.

Harok exited his tent, heading for the front line, but stopped himself when a woman voice shouted his name. He turned and saw his lover approaching him. A woman in her mid-twenty with a perfect hourglass figure and hair as dark as night; the angel of the tribe, Devi. Her beauty was off the chart that if someone said she was blessed by Lord Macha they will surely believe it.

"Darling~ Be sure to return early okay, I made your favorite dish."

"Of course, my love. After the village champion fell, we will spend a good time with beer."

"Fufufu~ I'll be waiting."

--A few minutes walk later--

"Are there any changes, father?"

"No, we will attack as planned. I actually wanted to surround the town but we're short on men and only the east side has a perfect cover to get closer. With that our only option is to sneak from the east. You will lead 50 men armed with explosives--"

"Destroy the wall, kill as many as we can, and loot."

"Precisely. Also, son, since our catch is big today you can play with the woman there."

"...Father, Devi will always be my one and only love. I will never condone such act behind her back."

"Oh come on, you will succeed me as leader of this lively bunch soon; we're bandits, barbarians, ignore your dream for a single day and enjoy the pleasure of the flesh and be one with our nature, I am pretty sure Devi won't mind. Also, for someone who will succeed me and consider himself a true bandit, you surely lack the essence of one. First we must fix that tongue--"

"Father! Brother!" The rambling of the old man was cut short when a boy, no older than 14, approach them, but this boy was not an ordinary one for he was the son of the chief's third wife. He was not a part of the raid group since he didn't carry a single weapon on his form and also a lack of combat capability; his worth for the tribe was his semblance.

His name is Helang, and his semblance is 'Aura Vision'. He can perfectly monitor someone's aura as long as they're inside his field of vision even thought they were covered or has invisibility. Furthermore there's only a single condition for his semblance to take effect, the one he wanted to observe must have their aura activated, but who's idiot enough not activating their aura in guard duty? If a comparison were to be made Helang's semblance was like a snake heat seeking ability but sensing aura.

"Four marksman, two on each watchtower, two guards armed with spear in front of the gate, and five guards waiting behind the gate. I sense no person hiding in the tall grass. There's a 32 maderaka gap between the gate and the tall grass."

"Uhh... Father? Brother?"

"I thank you for the info, lil bro. But, why maderaka? People stopped using it as measurement years ago."

"Because it's funny."

"...Haaaahhh, do what you want. Thirty two maderaka, so it's around 10 meters? Well, it won't be a problem."

Filled with confidence, Harok stepped forward; his men following. They emerged from the forest and straight into the rice field. From this distance they were confident for not being seen and since the torches only illuminated the wall they won't be seen even in the tall grass. They advance slowly as per Harok's command.

Since they were bandits the majority of the raid group already fantasise of the women in the town. What face will they make when they're broken in body and soul? The bandits can't help but shudder in delight at the thought.

When they already crossed half of the rice field, someone joined the marksmen in the left tower. The humans can't see them but the faunus can. With their enhanced vision they saw a beauty, a beauty comparable to their diamond, Devi. They will break this woman and made her theirs.

When the raid group almost entered the tall grass, a wave of unease washed over Harok. Since he could enhanced his eyes, he could see both the woman and the marksman always gaze at their general direction. Could they perhaps have a similar ability like his brother? Or it was just coincidence? His instinct told him to retreat, and he really considered it since his instinct saved his life countless time, but he ignored it and pushed forward.

When they entered the tall grass, his fear was confirmed. The marksman raised his rifle, aiming right at him, and shouted his command, "TAKE AIM!"

Harok saw people burst from the edge of the grass, 20 fauns he noted, all wielding rifle. With a flash of colors he saw their aura come to life.

He knew the raid group was at a heavy disadvantage, if they retreat they will be gunned down, if they charge, well they will be gunned down. So he make his command, "RAIDERS CHARGE!"

"OOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!"

All of his men charge at once, completely neglecting their own safety and head straight to their death, still feeling confident of victory despite the disadvantage, yet Harok knew they will die today, his instinct told him so.

The lead marksman second order came, "FIRE!"

The storm of bullets felt like a rain of fire. His men, even if they have aura, were dead by the first second. A stray bullet hit one of the explosives and it create a chain effect of explosion.

Harok stood at the front, the explosion did not reach him. He couldn't look back; he doesn't want to look back, these men are his comrade and family he doesn't want to see their face contorted in agony of burning alive.

Deep in his mind he thought;

How could mere bullets pierced aura coated skin? His answer came when a bullet entered his 'Field'. Made of lead, enhanced with aura from the inside out. Conclusion: this town was a home to a very talented smith, like the one only founded in a kingdom military, or so the bards sang.

He could retreat by hiding in the smoke, incoming bullets can be evaded or deflected as long as he kept his 'Field' active. So he choose--

"Ba-dum."

His heart beat in excitement. He didn't know why but it just did. His eyes trailed towards the lead marksman. He saw it. The marksman eyes were glowing, as if beckoning him.

At heart, Harok was a man who seek challenge, that is why when there is a challenge he shall accept it with glee.

This marksman must be the town's champion, on one hand he wanted to charge there and confront him, while on the other he has a family to warn about the Bandits Slaughterer. The choice should be obvious, but he hesitated. The excitement felt surreal, unrealistic, his family should have come first, but why his first thought after knowing his group defeat was to charge there head on?

He felt confused, and finally gave in to his desire.

He charge alone.

--Remnant(World Above), 12 Tuo-Juh (7th month) 377 ADW--

--Padi-Kapas (Earlier that day)--

Despite the prosperity of Padi-Kapas and it's increasing fame amongst the frontier towns, most residents of this town kept themselves humble, that's what the bards and merchants said. They were actually the same as a normal town can be; children running around, eldery partaking in story telling, even people who plotted the downfall of this town exists. The houses were made from wood while some already using bricks. A pretty normal town that just stood out a bit.

"Yawn~"

And this morning one of their ace had awaken to live another fulfilling day on this wild planet.

Her name was Dyea Alran Rosaline.

She lived in a well made brick house installed with plumbing system that was a luxury in this frontier town. There were reasons of course as to why she has this luxury. Firstly, she was one of their ace who constantly defended the town, managed training, and basically become the unofficial vice mayor; secondly, she was too damn kind for the townsfolk but ruthless to the bandits, a trait that was share unevenly amongst the aces. Thus while also considering the fact that all of the aces were orphan the townsfolk gave the aces this house.

This house actually belonged to the former ace who died on a confrontation with Sharjana bandit tribe, so the house is technically ownerless why not give it to the current aces?

Like always, when she appears from under her blanket she's wearing her birthday suit. Her snow white hair is a mess and her crimson eyes are unfocused. Then after approximately three seconds after she sat up she slapped herself and instantly the drowsiness of the morning completely gone from her form.

In the past her mentor was a sadistic trainer, thus even if a small amount malicious intent were directed at her or when her brain registered pain in her sleep she will instantly awake. Furthermore due to her mentor...unorthodox method of aura training, her aura had somehow become passive-active, which is weird. It didn't help that her mentor didn't bother explaining the details.

First and second thing she does after waking up, morning rituals and getting dressed, not something extravagant just average t-shirt, pants, and duster with the sleeves rolled up; minus the duster if she's working on the field, but not today. Third, search for her team. Little Jack was easy enough since she always sat near the chimney while munching on snacks every morning.

Jack or Little Jack was the weakest amongst the aces based on physical strength alone, but her abilities could make her the deadliest depends on circumstances. Reaction time on par with the last ace, extreme stealth skill, invisibility semblance, and flexible body like a King Taijitu; she's perfect for assassination.

Normally that description would fit an adult woman with years of experience, but no, Little Jack was only 15 years old. But, she had been broken once, thus she bears no remorse killing someone she considered enemy, a past full of torture in hell surely will shape an individual in an interesting way.

"Big sis!"

She's also adorable by the way.

She looks like a mini Dyea with yellow eyes but her white hair was due to her trauma, not like Dyea whose white hair inherited from her parents Atlesian blood.

"Morning, Jack. Where's Todd by the way?"

"Big bro? I dunno, still in the kingdom?"

"...Jack, he's already back three days ago. Where were you-- wait don't answer that, you were scouting the bandits and he's rarely seen around. So any new development?"

"Well i'm pretty sure they're going to attack tonight. Few have rifle but i don't think they will waste many bullets and they have fireworks! Do you think we'll see fireworks tonight?"

"I'm pretty sure we'll see it."

"Yay! Fireworks!"

"Okay, okay, have a good morning Jack, don't forget to come to the meeting soon. I'll be searching for Todd then."

"Bye bye~"

Okay, if I am Todd where is the first place that comes to mind? When he got back three days ago he was bragging to me about stealing some good quality Dust... The smith then.

The last ace, Mahatma 'Todd' Rufus, was probably the best and problematic amongst the aces. If that man focus on his duty and try to be nicer he would probably bested Dyea... Seems unlikely since his charisma is lacking compared to Dyea.

His tendency to steal was also not leader material, at least he put it into good use by stealing some quality materials from the kingdom. It was something approved by the chief and warriors but not by the clerics, pretty understandable since the clerics were the most devoted follower of the Knights. But, his stealing tendency does indeed brought complications for the village.

There was this big-name merchant resting in the town two years ago and he was escorted by team STRQ, a team of huntsman from Beacon nearing the realm of heroes, minus the R. It was legit team STRQ. What did Todd do? Discretely stealing the goods of course, and was spotted by Qrow Branwen. After that they spent a good hour of discussing (bullshitting) that he didn't stole anything, it was fortunate Qrow were drinking alcohol back then.

Padi-Kapas had dodge a bullet there.

"Ah, good morning captain."

Without even realizing, Dyea had walked straight to the forge. Masterly crafted weapons hang on the wooden wall and some materials, mainly metal, were scattered on the floor. In the middle of it was a single person with messy brown hair. He was shirtless, showing his lean but decent muscled body, a trait of a warrior focusing on power and agility. But, his core talent lied in marksmanship and smithing, yet if situation calls and he wants to he can be a fearsome spearman, proved by his mechashif weapon being a combination of rifle and spear. When Dyea asked for it's name he simply called it 'Rifle-Spear'. Indeed he sucks at naming so Dyea was still thinking for a decent name for his weapon.

"Good, you're here. Come to the meeting later and don't be late," Dyea paused in her words and took a deep breath, "You. Better. Come."

Todd casually waved his hand like it was the usual thing to do; knowing their relationship it was indeed the usual thing. "You already know me De. I won't miss an import--"

"Three months ago; selecting candidates for our successor, five months ago; discussion about mass producing mechashift weapon, a year and three months ago; preparation for expanding our territory. Must I list other meetings you missed?"

"FIRSTLY these are Trick-Weapons. Mecha is referring to something metal while many of my Trick-Weapons aren't fully metal, and for the meetings I've-- uhhh... ehhh... okay you're right... at least I stole many materials, all high quality too..." the first part was loud enough for Dyea to hear while the last was mumbled.

Dyea nodded, a satisfied grin etched on her face, "Good. I'll see you later."

"I will repeat the plan. Team Striders led by Rufus will be the main guard on the East; twenty of you will hide on the edge of the grass, aura off, while the remaining four including the lead will be stationed in the watchtowers, aura on. Galliard's team will be waiting behind the gate in case something goes wrong. I will join the East guards as a single man unit as usual. After the attackers are repel we'll launch counterattack with Team Rippers led by Jack. The other compass points will have the usual composition. Any question?"

None were delivered.

A smile full of pride made itself known on the face of the eldest ace. These warriors were the results of her hard work as a trainer and their own hard work to be stronger. Jack and Rufus did helped with the training but both of them normally operated outside the town, such as Jack's extended patrol and Rufus's looting spree.

"Good. Now go and make me proud!"

All warriors in the room roar in unison, a roar full of determination to show their progress to their aces. The bandits won't even know what hit them. With discipline visible in their gait they left the room in a moderate pace, not too slow and not too fast, like what their aces had drilled into them. With just a quarter an hour wasted the warriors already positioned themselves at their designated post.

Now they play the waiting game.

Fortunately they didn't require a lot of time waiting, only three hours, before the first raider entered Rufus's vision, "The first has enter our rice field followed by... fifty, we have fifty-one targets." Rufus himself had almost master the arts of advance aura manipulation to the point it became natural reflex to him, right now he's enhancing his eyes equal to a nocturnal hawk eyes with the added benefit of measuring his opponents active aura. This was a feat only two faunus could replicate in the town since advance aura manipulation towards the eyes was a very risky move and even if the faunus had night vision it was still too far away to properly see the raiders.

"Shall we reveal ourselves now, sir?"

"No, wait until they enter tall grass."

With the help of Benkan, one of the warrior, all warriors in the area could communicate without hitch. His semblance was 'Mass Telepathy' which made him one of the most valuable member of the town.

Someone joined Rufus on his watch and he absolutely knew it was Dyea, "So... fifty-one, huh... I'm assuming all of them have aura since you could spot them easily."

"Aye captain, all of them have aura with the front one, presumably the leader, equal to you. The rest is mediocre at best while those on the back is severely lacking, thair marksmen perhaps?"

"Hmmm... Focus fire on those behind while you focus on the leader."

"Understood. Second line, focus fire on the back of the raid group; first line, focus on the front but leave the single man on the head to me."

A chorus of understood was all he got.

Ten steps...

Five steps...

Two...

One...

...

With the deepest breathe he could muster he shouted his command, "TAKE AIM!"

All of his men sprung from the cover of the grass with their rifles in hands and aura activating. At the same time he saw the bandits leader show himself with his weapon drawn and like him he shouted his command, "RAIDERS CHARGE!"

All raiders abandoned their stealth approach and rushed to the gate without care of their own well being. It was as if they were assured of their victory. Rufus could accept that, the raiders have the numerical advantage and their sheer confidence practically radiated from their skin, but his men has the equipment and terrain advantage.

And so, his second command came, "FIRE!"

With high quality bullets it only required two or three shots to fell one man and added with explosives going off the massacre lasted only for a few seconds. There was only one man left standing, the bandit leader.

"Rufus, end him."

"That's my intention, but I've wasted four bullets and that man deflect all of it."

"Hoooo... Interesting. Use your semblance."

"... Do I have to?"

"Use it."

"Sigh... Okay." With trepidation, Mahatma Rufus closed his eyes and reopened them with a crimson glow. They watched the man froze, definitely thinking of running away and gave Rufus the opportunity to end him, yet he did something out of their prediction, he charged forward.

"Hey, aren't your semblance scare people away?"

"Have you forgotten? My semblance enhance the concept deeply ingrained in someone's subconsciousness. That man is not a survivor, he is a predator who march towards every challenge, even if it leads to his death."

"Well, all of your victims desperately flee from you..."

"Hm... They were survivors, not beasts. I'll confront him, you attack when I give the go. Oi, Benkan keep your semblance up."

"Why reverse the role?"

"Trust me on this, my gut tells me so."

"Okay, if you say so. I'll order Jack to start counterattack. Jack the Ripper, your team is clear to go."

"Okey dokey big sis. I won't disappoint."

He ran. Sword poised to strike. His sense focused on that single man. He wil reach that man and these fauns will die if they stood in his way.

He knows a fact, if he defeats that man surely his path to the realm of heroes will be closer to his palm. He began fantasizing the fight; sparks of metal light up the dark night, adrenaline pumping to his whole body, the proud smile of Devi when he returns. Truly, an experience worthy of a lifetime. And it seems that man had the same thought as him.

He approached the battlefield and the fauns stepped aside. He was wielding a spear and has a degree of confidence in his gait. This was definitely a worthy opponent.

"My name is Mahatma Rufus," the man, no, Padi-Kapas's Champion began, "State your name O Proud Warrior."

With a voice full of pride, Harok stated his name, "I am Harok of Bahaya tribe."

"Hmmm... Well then, Harok of Bahaya tribe, may the best warrior wins."

There's no more word to be uttered. Now, actions will do the talking.

The Champion dashed straight, the tip of his spear aiming for Harok's right leg. He entered Harok's field, Harok deflected it easily. "Hmmm? So his weapon is a hybrid between spear and rifle. Troubling. But it will be more exciting."

The Champion retracted his spear and plunged again which he deflected again. This continued for several seconds before The Champion retreated.

Now, it's Harok turns.

Harok delivered a horizontal slash to the abdomen that was deflected. Using the momentum he followed with another slash to the opposite direction which was deflected again.

This bout repeated for awhile.

Sparks light up the darkness, weapons weaved through the air, both seeking for their opponents blood.

The Champion lowered himself and made a sweeping motion to Harok's legs. Harok jumped while simultaneously swinging his sword down to the Champion's head. "First strike!"

The champion released his weapon, a risky move for every warrior, followed by raising his right hand projecting a shield of pure aura that deflected Harok's swing and followed with pulling a flintlock and firing hot lead to Harok's abdomen.

Of course Harok's aura tank all the damage while leaving him unscathed, all of his aura were focused on the front body and weapon after all.

"Dammmit, i forgot his flintlock!" Harok did sense a flintlock under the champion's clothes but he forgot it in the midst of battle. An amateur mistake.

Both of them retreated with The Champion picking his weapon.

"I understand now, Harok of Bahaya tribe." Harok knitted his brows, did he found out his trick? "You have a field around you, roughly three meters in radius. It's ability is either information gathering or precognition and I am completely sure this field is a result of aura manipulation and not a semblance." He did. He recognized and deduced the function of his field in just a few attacks, The Champion was more dangerous than he previously thought. "This might be a foolish question, my fellow warrior, but will you consider aligning yourself with Padi-Kapas? We can use strong man like you."

"...What? Was this man serious?" Indeed that was a foolish question. Harok was a bandit. He raided settlements, he hungered for challenge, he seek power. Knowing that his answer was obvious, "I refuse!"

An expression of relief appeared on The Champion's face, it seems he didn't favor for Harok aligning with Padi-Kapas. But, if that was the case then why offered it in the first place? This confused Harok, "Well then, Harok of Bahaya tribe, you will die in the next move." Wait what?

The Champion grabbed something from his left pocket and channeled his aura into it before throwing it upwards. What, what was that? He only sensed normal bullets and rocks in his pocket before. What did he do with it? The Champion was outside his field denying him the knowledge of what the Champion did with it. So he looked up a bit, trying to see the rock or bullet only to be interjected by his opponent's spear.

The Champion's attack intensified threefold forcing Harok to give all of his focus to the Champion in front of him. They both attacked, parried, blocked, and countered. What feels like hours of trading blows for them only lasted for a few seconds in real time.

"An opening!"

-CLANK-

Harok's blade met the shaft of the Champion's spear, a complete block. "Got you."

In this position the most reasonable option for the spearman was to push the opponent away and retreat. Harok was aiming for this since it will create another window of attack for him.

Hmm?

With a push and sleight of hand the Champion pushed Harok away while revealing a piece of paper from his sleeve, "Are you pulling another gun!? Naive!"

The paper was a magic item developed in the kingdom named 'Storage Paper' (Definitely expensive but Rufus stole it anyway). Like it's name implied it was used to store items. Weight limit varied based on quality.

A blunderbuss appeared with a puff of smoke, muzzle aimed at Harok's face. At that very moment Harok focused all of his aura for reinforcing his four limbs, weapon and face. Regardless of what the Champion's do Harok will come out with the less damage.

Then the thing entered his field.

It was a rock, reinforced to the point of exploding by the slightest force. Now, the Champion's plan made sense. Yet Harok will still received less damage.

Harok slashed. The Champion's fired.

The edge of his blade was coated and reinforced to the utmost limit, strong enough to bypass the Champion's aura leaving a deep wound on his outstretched hand and rendering it useless for the fight. At the same time Harok tanked the full brunt of damage from the blunderbuss but can't fully negated the burst of aura from the falling stone. At that single moment his focus over his field shattered...

...and that was enough for his defeat.

Suddenly Harok was lying down.

"Wha--"

His body was paralyzed.

He cannot feel anything from his neck down.

Yet his eyes were still functional.

He frantically searched around... and saw the horrifying truth.

His body lied there, blood flowed like a river from the stump on his neck.

And beside his body he saw it.

That wicked scythe gleaming under the pale moonlight.

He saw the Grim Reaper.

"--HAAAAAAAAAARRGG--" yet no sound came.

A.N. writing your own OCs and diverting from the main story is fun. Next update might be around middle february, i think?

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Next chapter will be telling about events on 9 Tuo-Juh 377 ADW.