WARNING: This chapter contains blood and a bit of gore. Do not proceed of you don't like this kind of thing.


Chapter 2

[ My name is Fenturial! ]

The treetops could barely contain the raindrops, sliding on the leaves and falling onto the city below. The ground beneath the streets quickly turned into mud, painting her green boots brown. It wasn't a heavy rain, thankfully, so only her boots got dirty.

Her companion, covered by a gray raincoat, walked ahead of her, not caring at all about the wet trail of mud. The blonde-haired woman followed closely, trying to avoid stepping in the muddy puddles as they navigated through the city.

The Primeval City is known for its beautiful flowers and natural diversity. Rain here is a rare thing, and when it does happen, it's usually just enough to water the plants. This is a unique occasion of heavy rain, which only happens once a year, if it even happens at all.

Being honest with herself, she doesn't like the rain. That makes sense, considering she's from an extremely hot region. However, duty calls, and who is she to refuse a visit to her younger sister?

Fortunately, they reached the end of the muddy trail pretty soon. Then, they crossed a wooden bridge over a large river, its current fierce below them. After that, they climbed a set of steps carved into the side of a small mountain. At the top of the steps, they found a pair of double doors made from wood, leading into the thick stone walls beyond.

The other figure knocks on the doors a few times, walking back a bit to wait with her companion. Some short seconds later, someone comes to open it for them—a young lady in fancy pink clothes, clearly of noble birth.

"Sisters! You came!" She stepped back, allowing them both to get inside, clean their boots with a piece of cloth and leave them in the corner.

"How are you doing, Dacidea?" the first one asked, taking off her raincoat. She was an older woman wearing a green coat over a very similar fancy cloth to her sister, but yellow instead of pink. On her waist was a long sheath with leaf designs, containing a sword.

"Well, I was really excited when sister Midturial told me you two were coming." She said as they both briefly hugged, with some tapping on their backs.

Meanwhile the third, apparently the oldest of the three, wearing her clothes in orange and brown with curly hair, hanged her raincoat and walked up to the other two, holding her hands covered by black gloves behind her back. Her sword was also visible, one with brown handle and orange sheath.

"Let's cut the cordialities for later. Now the focus should be on your training. Have you mastered the Art of Spring yet?" With the look of superiority, she looked at Dacidea, taking away her smile.

"Oh... Right, sister Midturial," she whispers. "I haven't, not yet..."

Midturial sighed audibly. "Then we shall train immediately... and later we may drink a cup of tea together." She then smiled herself, eliminating the serious look from before.

The younger sister's smile returned immediately and energetically; she guided them inside her large house in the mountains. Behind the place was a side double door, which she opened to enter a small training area. The floor was made of rocks, but completely covered by training mats. There was no roof, as it was located in a lower part of the mountain, only multiple glass panels protected the interior from the rain.

Once in they saw some training dummies aligned on the corner, basically untouched, and a large cabinet full of different kinds of bladed weapons, coming from simple knifes to huge swords the size of a person, all of them also untouched. Midturial immediately knew what has happened in this room just from the state of the equipment here.

"You've been avoiding your training. Sister, as someone bearing the name of the Turial family, you need to dedicate yourself to your growth; to your lineage."

"I-I know, but..." She tried to explain herself, but was quickly interrupted before another word came out of her lips.

"Come. Show me what you can do, if more training isn't necessary." The veteran sister didn't wait for her younger one before stepping onto the mat, drawing her sword on her right hand.

Dacidea looked over to her other sister, reluctantly. Nocturial could only shrug and try to convince her to go along, so she did. Her sword is very different from her sister's smallsword, as it's a rapier. She drew it and retracted her arm, aiming her pointy weapon at Midturial.

Starting with a quick horizontal strike, the older woman began the duel. Luckily Dacidea managed to block the attack at the last moment, but the impact made her lose her balance and walk a few steps back.

Without waiting for her to recover, Midturial attacked her chest using her elbow, trying to make her fall. With a simple and straightforward attack she made her sister land on the mat and drop her rapier.

In the end she only needed two basic attacks to defeat Dacidea. She sighed, clearly disappointed with her performance, and helped her get up while Nocturial returned the sword to its rightful lady. "Train." She said coldly.

She nodded, looking down. So that's what all three of them did. They picked the training dummies and trained together to help make the young lady somewhat stronger. As difficult as it was, with multiple accidents caused by her, not much progress was made with the "Art of Spring".

The Turial family has a long and ancient tradition of mastering four different techniques, called the Arts of the Seasons. Four powerful magic techniques that only people who share their blood can ever use, which made this lineage very important to the island they now rule.

When a descendant of this bloodline master one of these special techniques they gain the right to change their name. It's the same as accepting the role of a Turial lord, like what happened to both Nocturial and Midturial, whose original names were respectively Nocturna and Midna.

However, Dacidea has never shown signals of her technique, which should've already happened by her age. For years the older sisters tried to help her to no avail, but also never giving up. Though, she does feel like she's only wasting her time.

She has always admired her sisters. Midturial being ever so responsible and noble, and Nocturial being the strongest and most agile of the family, surpassing even the oldest of the three with such a gap of power and skill. But her... She's just a weak little girl with nothing to be proud of. She has no skill, no art, and specially no incentive to get any, not since... him.

Meanwhile, mysterious figures headed toward the house in the mountain, swift and quiet like shadows. Under the blanket of darkness given by the night they are practically invisible, except for one of them, most probably their leader, whose silhouette is the only thing visible.

"I found you..." They whisper.

Soon they jump off of the roof where they stood, making the mud splatter with their landing on their feet. With very slow steps, the leader follows the trail through the city, stealthily accompanied by two other figures coming by the roofs.

After a long time of simple training, the three ladies paused and sat together for some tea cups, as they promised earlier. It was Dacidea who prepared and served it for her siblings.

The drink is hot, but delicious, just as they always enjoyed it. "It's so good!" They praised her, the summer lady taking bigger and longer sips of her cup.

"Thanks, Noc. The people of Primeval come here frequently to share the best tea leaves, so I naturally learned to make the best tea I could."

Midturial slightly raised her head, looking at her from the corner if her eye. "If you continue like this you'll need to give up being a lady and open your own business." She smiled.

This small joke made the young lady's cheek somewhat red of shyness, but also of happiness that her sisters are enjoying the tea she made. "Heh heh. I could never, I can barely cook anything edible." She sat down with her legs crossed, holding her cup with her hand below the saucer.

"There's no need for modesty. Your cooking was always worthy of many praises!"

During their earlier days as ladies of Glasde, it was always Dacidea who gave them delicious dishes. Not just basic ones, but also exotic specialties from all around the world, all perfectly cooked, tempered and decorated, as if made by a true master chef.

"Always...?" She asked, confused.

"Yeah! Remember when mother had to leave early and you made a traditional Akibata sushi? I still remember the rice's taste." Her eyes were shining while looking back at that moment.

"And the pepper sauce? Not too spicy, however still hot."

"Oh, and the juices! Her grape juice was so incredible!"

The conversation turned to something she didn't expect it to, and now both of them are talking nonstop of her days as kids and Dacidea's marvelous cooking as if it was the best in the world.

"But... I never cooked for you before." They silence themselves. The room now was completely silent for various seconds. "It was–"

"Don't you dare say his name." Midturial cut her immediately, standing up after speaking with such a deadly cold voice, one neither of them ever heard.

That scared Dacidea, who jumped back a bit and found herself unable to move her lips. At the same time, small streams of tears formed on her eyes.

"We've agreed. His name should never be said ever again. Never." She sat down once again, drinking her tea like normal.

The younger lady looked over to Nocturial, waiting for some kind of help, any help. But she kept silent. She now couldn't contain her tears after seeing the elder sibling's attitude. She stood up and ran away, leaving the front door open and crossing the bridge to the city under this never-ending downpour.

Nocturial quickly stood up too, dropping her cup to the floor. "Dacidea, wait!" She ran after her, putting on her boots and raincoat as fast as possible. Meanwhile, the responsible for the situation hasn't moved from her place, without even looking away.

On the outside, the rain persist as strong as before, the ground of the city even muddier than when they first arrived. Thanks to that there is a vision path of Dacidea's footprints going deeper in Primeval. If she's not fast enough, the rain might erase this path.

The city isn't that big, so the spring lady couldn't have gone too far. She quickly followed this path, soon arriving at a bifurcation near the center. With the rain now making the footprints disappear, she had to make a quick decision.

Nocturial knelt down, searching for them while they are still there. Fortunately she managed to identify a single mark pointing out the left path. "There!" She screamed, running down said path.

There she found herself in a small plaza with a fountain; a small, round monument with water inside being squirted by a hummingbird statue.

Dacidea was sitting in fetal position at the fountain, hiding her face in between her legs. The older woman approached slowly, placing a hand on her sister's shoulder and sitting beside her.

"Dacidea... Why did you run away like that?" She asked, evidently worried about her wellbeing.

"He was my brother too... And you act like he never existed at all..."

She stays quiet for a moment, thinking carefully what to say to help her sister. Only then did she speak up.

"As lords, we can't let emotions get in the way of our duties. He tainted the family's name and purity. We had no choice but to punish him." She said, gently stroking her hair.

Dacidea curled up more, audibly hiccuping. As much as the elder sister wanted to hug her, she knew she needed space, as Dacidea was the most affected by 'that day'. The day they gave their older brother his sentence: the exile.

Still, Nocturial remained close by, sitting just a few centimeters away and looking up to the sky, hearing the crying of her sibling.

"WATCH OUT!" A sudden voice echoed, followed by a sharp metallic object flying at Dacidea. Thanks to the warning, the older lady was fast enough to draw her blade and knock said object to the ground.

It's a shuriken, a sharp throwing weapon used mostly by assassins. What's strange is that there are no such kind of assassins anywhere in Bloom, which means these are foreigners.

She stood up and took a defensive stance, keeping her eyes on the houses's roofs, where the shuriken came from.

"Dacidea, hide yourself!" The younger one looked up, seeing the weapon and her sister's stance. She also stood up, drawing her own weapon despite being ordered to hide. "Reveal yourself! We know you're there!"

Both of them keep their backs together, waiting for the next attack. Suddenly two figures jump from the roofs, wielding two katanas to strike them from above at the same time. Together they blocked the attacks successfully, while the assassins used their defense to throw themselves back some distance.

They're two men with black suits and masks covering their faces completely, just as anybody would imagine a ninja. However, these masks are made of a dark metal, such as the blades they hold. When preparing for attack both of them took an attacking stance, crouched with open legs and arms crossed in a X, a swordsman style both ladies instantly recognized, for it is very familiar...

Nocturial knew her sister wouldn't be able to fight trained ninjas like these, she had to deal with them alone. "Dacidea, protect yourself behind the fountain. This is a fight you can't win."

This time, differently than before, she nodded and crawled behind the hummingbird monument. Since she was safe for now, Nocturial cracked a short smile.

"Now that I don't have to worry about Dacidea... I ask you two to make this challenge worthy of my time."

All three stood there in silence, anxious to see what happens next. The assassins seemed ready to strike, but Nocturial also seemed ready to deal with whatever comes. The area is silent, except for the sound of raindrops falling on the city.

The first move is then made when both ninjas threw themselves at the woman with the impulse of their legs, readying their blades to attack her from both sides. Still, however, Nocturial smiled unworried.

"The one coming from the front isn't holding his sword firmly. He won't attack, it's a bait. But the other one... His blade is straight and in height of my waist. He's the one attacking."

She awaited for their distance to close in, knowing exactly what to do. The instant they came near her, she quickly turned around and attacked the Ninja's swords, blocking them and doing a follow-up attack, slashing at the man's clothes and drawing some blood.

At the same time she blocked and attacked, she raised her leg backwards to kick the other assassin on the chest. With these quick actions both men were knocked away at the mud before standing once again.

Then she immediately advanced towards the one with a slash on the chest, using multiple fast attacks that gave him a hard time trying to protect himself and made him walk back step after step. Whilst the attacking sequence, the lady kicked the man's leg, destabilizing his balance and opening a breach in his defense for a lunge at his thorax.

The second ninja charged at her, throwing a vertical slash from behind. However, seeing his advance, she grabbed the wounded assassin's arm and made him block his partner's attack with his own weapon.

When trying to grab her in this position, she simply deepened her thrust into his body, making him scream in agony.

Once again Nocturial landed a kick on the attacker, sending him away and allowing her to pull her blade from the ninja, who then fell to the ground, dropping his katana.

"That wasn't nearly worth the effort." She said, taunting.

She turned her gaze to the assassin who was only kicked the entire time, who is now raising to his feet once again.

"And you, think you can beat me by yourself?" She pointed her sword at him. Knowing he'd never win against such a skilled swordswoman, he dropped his katana and knelt in rendition. "Clever boy."

Just to be sure, she hit the man's head with enough strength to make him blackout before walking to her sister, hugging her with a sigh of relief.

"You're incredible...! How'd you know he wasn't going to attack?" The younger lady asked, clearly impressed.

"It's an amazing magical power called observation. It's very useful, I recommend it." She winked and chuckled. "Anyway, we should come back home. There could be more assassins around."

Dacidea readily nodded and followed her sister through the same way they came to this place. The entire time they held on to their weapons, just in case of another surprise attack. Those two from before wouldn't be a problem, as one is heavily wounded and the other is unconscious, so they should serve as an example, Nocturial thought.

Soon enough they reach the bridge separating the lady's house from Primeval without any other enemy appearing along the way. As they approached, they could see the silhouette of the third sister, standing at the door with hands on her blade's hilt.

Midturial also seemed deadly serious, even more than before when scolding Dacidea. That's when she opens her mouth: "I guess you also found a reason to draw your swords."

"What do you by that...?"

The older sibling sighed, taking a defensive stance with her blade drawn. "What I mean is that there's another enemy to be faced..."

"Another enemy..." Suddenly they felt cold. Not just a shiver down their spine, but an actual freezing temperature. A gust of winds came from behind them, drawing their attention back to the wooden bridge, and there he was...

Standing completely still, covered by a hood and cape going down to his knees, was the last of the four Turial lords. He isn't a human like his sisters, instead he's a creature immensely similar to an insect, or more precisely, a prayer-mantis. An anthropomorphic species with a light blue body and eyes, four arms, the lower ones having hands and fingers while the top pair is two long, deadly blades folded into his shoulders, only partially visible. But just because he has two scythe arms doesn't me he doesn't have his own sword; a long katana with a dark blue hilt.

With very slow steps the mantis came closer, talking to them with a cold, sarcastic voice. "Been a while since we last met, my beloved sisters. I see the past few years have been good to you, hm?"

Without thinking for a second, Nocturial dashed at him and made a horizontal slash, which was easily blocked by his katana, drawn before she could realize it. He then used all his insect strength to throw her away, back to where she was before attacking.

"Is that how you treat family? I thought mom had taught you manners." He sheathed his blade and opened his lower arms. Dacidea was frozen in place, incapable to even open her mouth.

"You shouldn't be here. You're exiled. The family's tradition states–"

"Tradition this, tradition that... Can you say something else for once, Midna?" He cut her words, inclining himself from side to side as if staggered, obviously mocking her. "I know the traditions. If an exiled returns, they must be killed. But... do you think you can? DO YOU THINK YOU'RE CAPABLE OF KILLING ME???"

Immediately after he took a battle stance, his own signature posture exactly like the ninjas: knelt down with open legs and arms crossed in a X. Both ladies also took their own defensive stances, waiting for his move.

"W-wait! We don't need to fight, we can just... talk." Dacidea begged, shaking of fear. But nobody heard her pleas.

"You may be the strongest of us, but don't get cocky. We're two, and you're alone, Fenjor."

This name... The mere mention of it annoys him, filled him with rage. He abandoned it a long time ago, not because of the family tradition, but because of the memories it carries. And now that he heard its mention, these memories came like lightning.

"My name... is FENTURIAL!!!"


Character introduction.

Name: Fenturial

Gender: Male

Species: Mantis hoibu

Main weapon: Katana

Faction: Turial family


The hoibu rushed for the kill, advancing through the stairs and jumping over Nocturial, reaching Midturial with a horizontal slash. Even after blocking his blow perfectly, the force of the impact still threw her back a bit.

In this position she could only hold the powerful strike of his weapon, but was still completely vulnerable for when his two scythe arms raised and attacked her from above in sequence. The scythes made two larges gashes at her arm, forcing the lady to retreat to a nearby rock on the mountain side.

Drops of blood come out the gashes, falling with the rain on the ground. The cuts are only superficial, so the pain isn't too much of a problem.

Now it's Nocturial's turn to strike her brother from behind with a lunge of her blade. However, his scythe arms reacted quickly and blocked her saber between them, allowing Fenturial to land his own blade on her torso.

Like her sister, she's forced to retreat, trying to cover her wound. This time the wound was much deeper than the ones caused by the upper arms, enough to destabilize Nocturial's balance. The lord turn around, placing a hand on his hips.

"You think that's enough to defeat me? I'm not even using my Art!"

They both glare at him, Nocturial even letting out a growl. Truth be told, they didn't want to use their Arts, they're extremely powerful magic skills that could cause several damage to the area.

"I guess you won't use them... Oh well. I won't be traditional like you." He said, once again taking his signature posture.

However, this time something's different. His body is covered in a glowing cyan aura, cold and forming ice on his feet and weapon out of nothing, as if made by magic.

They knew exactly what this is: the Art of Winter, Fenturial's strongest technique. Both of them took a defensive posture, while the younger one ran to the other side of the bridge, where she'd be the safest she could, muttering to herself "Please, don't do this, brother..."

The mantis lord finally attacked, jumping high into the air, enough to cover the moon's shine with his body. He began spinning his katana in the air, facing the ladies, and with his Art activated he transformed the small, harmless raindrops into sharp, lethal ice daggers raining upon them.

With this deadly rain threatening to slice them, the sisters could only struggle to protect themselves by blocking, destroying and slicing the projectiles. Of course, with this many some managed to slip past their guards and deliver both small and deep wounds to their flesh. Their blood began soaking their clothes and their strength began to fade, little by little.

Thankfully the sharp rain soon stops, as Fenturial lands exactly where he was before this move. He thrust his sword on the rocks with ease, creating a long line of large ice spikes going after Nocturial.

This time she didn't try to defend, instead opting to throw herself to the side, rolling and sparing her body from further wounds. These attacks aren't like their Arts, they were supposed to power-up a single attack with magic properties, but Fenturial's were much more than that... It's like he strengthened the Art itself.

"Are you surprised? The power of external magic is great to amplify the internal ones, including our Arts." He pulled the sword, ready to continue the fight. "Now, are you going to take me seriously?"

Midturial's response was an immediate, non-verbal 'yes'. She activated her own Art, the Art of Autumn, and dashed straight at him with inhumane speed, throwing a gust of wind behind and lunging her saber to strike. However, the winter murderer managed to avoid the stab at the last second.

After the last second dodge, he tried attacking her with his own lunge, only for her to crouch down and do a horizontal slash. Fenturial once again successfully saved himself by letting his sword's weight push it down to block her movement.

Next, it was Nocturial's turn to leap forward with her Art, making her speed just as impressive as the autumn lady's and her saber to emanate fire. She flew over her sister, delivering a vertical lunge to the enemy.

With his katana already busy holding off Midturial, he had to defend using his scythe arms. When the blades made contact, Fenturial had to use much of his strength to keep the saber away, even if this contact made them burn.

"I see you perfected your teamwork, haven't you?" He stared the younger woman in the eye, showing only a prideful grim. "How lucky I am to have four arms... and no limit of uses to my Art."

Suddenly, the floor around him began to freeze and his body to glow with the cyan aura from before. Both sisters, sensing imminent danger, jumped away right on time to avoid being impaled by ice spikes.

Midturial was the first to recover and resume attacking. She once again dashed at him headfirst, this time with a sequence of fast blows, none of which landed on the male's body and only sliced the air.

"You know... The amount of times I can use my Art is not the only thing external magic improved in it..." He then did something unexpected: he threw his sword in the air and let himself be stabbed on the chest.

However, at this moment, his entire body became black as the night, made of a strange, shadowy substance. Instead of the blade penetrating his heart, it just phased through him as if attacking a ghost.

The shock of what she just witnessed left Midturial vulnerable. She knew she couldn't do anything against her brother's next attack, and in this moment time seemed to slow down. Every raindrop, the opening on the brother's body regenerating, and even him returning to flesh, she saw everything.

While time was slowed, Fenturial still moved around her at normal speed. He stopped right behind the autumn lady, grabbing his sword while on air, and with a single strike of his blade, he sliced her right arm off.

Impossible... She thought. After all, how could he move so normally when everything seemed to almost freeze in time? Is this some kind of superspeed, even greater than their Art's?

Doesn't matter, not now. All she could think about is the insufferable pain of having her arm separated from her body. Everything returned to normal speed while she tried in vain to stop the blood streams leaking from the stump of her arm, soaking the floor, her other hand and boots in an endless sea of red.

"Do you understand now? I'm far beyond you." Though he's right behind the lady, she barely heard his voice as a muffled sound in the distance. "Your traditions... They make you weak, limited... But not magic. It improves us, makes us stronger!"

The other two are terrified. Nocturial felt an unimaginable anger flowing through her veins, wanting desperately to save her dear sister. But the moment she tried running, a black tentacle emerged from her own shadow and wrapped around her leg, holding her in place.

"Don't worry, dear sister... I'm a merciful lord, I'll take all your pain away." With very slow steps he walked to face her eye-to-eye. He then raised his sword high above his head...

... and decapitated her.

A single blow, clean and quick. With it the deed is done.

Midturial's head fell forward, rolling up to her killer's feet, who looked at her with a large smile.

"This is just the beginning. You're next... Nocturna." His blade is raised once again, directed at the summer lady. But first Fenturial crouched, grabbing the saber that once belonged to his now deceased sister. "Surrender while you can. This doesn't need to be painful."

The tentacle is gone, now that it's not necessary. But still, she found herself unable to move a single muscle. She's petrified, seeing her older sister's dead body falling on the ground. There's nothing in her. No sadness, no anger, nothing...

The same can be said about Dacidea, who's shaking and crying uncontrollably. She just witnessed the murder of her sister by the hands of her once beloved brother...

As for the winter murderer, he didn't care. An obstacle was destroyed, but there's another one in his way. So while Nocturial was completely stunned, he took his attacking stance and leaped at her with a double horizontal slash, using both his katana and Midturial's saber.

His intention is clear as crystal: he wants the death of Nocturial, quick and painless. She's his objective, the last enemy to defeat before victory can be claimed.

"Nocturial, be careful...!" Dacidea called for her amidst tears. Her voice, and only it, could bring her back to reality on time to see the incoming attack.

Without enough time to ponder what to do, her only option is to throw herself to the side in an improvised attempt to avoid death by the blades of her renegade brother. Although his sword still made contact, slashing at her breast, she survived.

Being hit with such strength, she lost her balance and fell off the stairs, rolling the mountainside's rock surface until she fell in the river, sinking deeper than anyone could see from outside, thus disappearing under the deep waters.

The winter murderer watched the fall until the moment the lady vanished in the water. Since this possibly didn't kill her, he waited for a moment, just eyeing the river in case Nocturial appeared alive.

But that doesn't happen. In this case he could only suppose she really died, or at least fainted and will drown.

"In the end, I couldn't slay her myself." He sheathed both his katana and new saber. Then, he calmly approached his last living sibling. "As for you, my dear Dacidea..."

Watching as Fenturial, the Winter Murderer, killer of the ladies of summer and autumn, got closer and closer, the young woman's only reaction was to draw her rapier, pointing at him filled with fear. "S-stay away!"

"Don't be like that, dear sister. I just want what's best for you." He stopped, already inches away from her. Without barely any effort he stole the rapier from her hands and plunged it in the mud. "I won't harm you. After all, you're the only one who understands me. Don't you remember the old times, when we played together, when I cooked for us, when you taught me to dance...?"

No, she didn't want to remember any of that, not now... She refused to believe it; her brother and best friend has become a cold-blooded murderer. She tried to distance herself, but the hoibu grabbed her arm firmly.

"I was always the strongest of us four. According to the family's tradition, that makes me Glasde's regent. The Turial bloodline will continue through me with my future children. But, I still want you to be there for it, sister."

"No... You're not... You're not my brother..." She whispers, her voice serious, but scared.

"Be reasonable. I can protect you, I can care for you. We can be together, just like before..." He looked down to her. It's subtle, but he's sure he saw it; a faint pink aura flowing through her body, shining upon her clothes, and a single white flower blooming on the mud. "... Be with me... Dacturial."

[ • • • ]

The group kept moving through the tunnels if the sewers. She was always on guard, as you can't be careful enough with monster looming around.

Her three companions, however, didn't seen worried at all. Well, there's nothing wrong with it, they made this hideout, they knew it's safe and that nobody would find it so soon. Not to mention all of them are powerful heroes, few could ever hope to stand a chance against them.

Still, she couldn't be certain. If she learned something in recent times is that even the most powerful and numerous can kneel down to a prepared foe.

Now they only needed to restore their energies, rest their bodies and polish their weapons. Her saber, sheathed in a case with leaf design, truly needed a new shine to it.


Character introduction

Name: Nocturial

Gender: Female

Species: Human

Main weapon: Saber

Faction: Turial family / Table of Heroes


Author notes

Ok, that sure took a while. Translating can get hard sometimes, thanks to the need of adaptation.

Now, why am I here after the ending? Nothing special, just wanted to give a short insight into Fenturial's species.

"Hoibu" are an original species created by me for my stories. They're anthropomorphic arthropod creatures, which means bees, mantises, spiders, even crabs. And this is just one of the various original species I created and that will be shown in the future.

Anyway, if you have any doubt, just DM me with your question and I'll try to respond as soon as possible.