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The legendary beast hunter

There was a time when humans abused too much of the world. A time when Nature decided to turn against them. A time when the sentence for their sins and crimes finally came. It was called the Great Curse. Some would say that it was a blessing since it gave humans the mysterious energy called Mana, which made them capable of using magic. However, most saw it just as the name said: a Curse. The mana invading the world brought consequences way greater than magic. Soon, beasts called Ancients began to appear, and that's when humanity's future would change forever. Those beasts were born to annihilate humans, after all. Nonetheless, humans are selfish and stubborn beings. They would defy the Gods, Nature, or any supernatural being that opposed them. No matter the curse, no matter the blessing. That's when the Beast Hunters were born and the eternal war for the survival and supremacy of humanity began. Little did they know that their reaction would be the start of a tale, the tale of the Legendary Beast Hunter, the Apostle of Wrath; the man of crimson eyes and hair. A human whose hatred would break the earth apart... **** That is my first book for this account, so thank you very much for reading this. It may have many plot holes and mistakes, so I am sorry may any of these appear. As you might notice while you read the first dozens of chapters, my English is not perfect, maybe worse than average since it is not my native language. If you see any grammatical mistakes, please scold me so I can get better and better for the next chapters and books coming ahead xD **** I do not own this cover, though I made some changes. If you are the artist, kindly send a message and I will take it off right away and apologize.

Ahealm · Fantasy
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Each of these drops... remember them

The boy felt something soft under the back of his head, as if he was lying on a pillow. It was a very comfortable sensation, the type you wouldn't want to move not to ruin it.

'I think... I just wanted to rest a little bit,' he thought. And, just allowing himself to have such a thought made his eyes slightly teary. Tears of relief, not sadness. 

His entire body was in pain, especially his left arm and chest. His eyelids were heavy. His mind didn't want to work anymore. Just having that internal monologue felt like solving an entire notebook of math problems. 

Nonetheless, the image of Melissa standing on top of that wall appeared in his mind. Then, the image of those Ancients assaulting the Guardians of Goliath. Finally, the scene of the walls of that mighty fortress being ruptured by them. 

His memories of what happened a few minutes or hours ago were returning bit by bit in a messed chronology that he was struggling to fix.