Soul Of The Primordial Remanent

Immediately jumping up, they waited for an order from the Ensign Officer.

"Scouts, quickly uncover everything that happened. Immediately report back to me, also avoid Lieutenant for now."

"As you command, Officer."

"Officer we should report to the Lieutenant, let him do something insane, he seemed extremely pissed off just sitting on his arse."

"Something so absurd that the entire Platoon gets transferred," stated the cabin boy remembering the young Lieutenant.

"If we can transfer, I say we tell him, I am getting tired of sea pussies around here, they all smell of salt and fish."

"What the f.u.c.k you babbling about, all pussies smell like that."

"Does it? Here I thought, they had the smell of exotic flowers," a stern voice echoed from behind them, carrying an unyielding aura while immobilizing them on the spot.

Starn blood like eyes opened while the golden hair touched his sword-like eyebrows. Leaning against the ship's railing, a tall, Imposing, yet young figure, glanced at the unit. Similar to his crew, he wore a blue and white coat. Though his one had golden embroidery around the sleeve and the collar.

When the hands slid against the railing, it created a screeching sound from an enclosed red crystal on his hands. Seeming as if a physical part of him.

"Lieutenant," once the aura retreated, they all respectfully bowed.

"Sink all of them, now we have an excuse to interfere."

"Lieutenant, the higher-ups won't be pleased if you begin another conflict."

"I will make the goats f.u.c.k the higher-ups. I already watched enough people die, I will not just sit here and be humiliated."

"Please reconsider, If we fire the magic cannon so close to the shore, it will create a tidal wave harming the injured."

"Since half of you, learned water magic, find a way to stop it and also send a report to the western headquarters about their mysterious disappearance with the children." Without even glancing at the Ensign Officer, he ordered his crew.

"Assure one reaches grandfather Westwall, I will need some assurance on my a.s.s to survive this," he transmitted a message directly into one of the crewmembers he completely trusted.

"Lieutenant, I already had planned to."

Without delay, about thirty men approached the crowded shore, planning to redirect the incoming tidal wave by the combined strength of a formation spell. Marking the dominant ray, approaching the tribes' vessels, they immediately summoned their runic wheel. Though they stood frozen since the wave they expected, never arrived.

All the sh.i.p.s intact while a massive transparent barrier enclosed them. Swallowed their saliva, they unconsciously stepped back, noticing crimson lifeblood veins creeping through it.

The translucent barrier flowed down, acc.u.mulating into a blob while a hideous mouth grew in the center.

"Lieutenant, what the f.u.c.k is that?" It consumed the energy from the cannon."

"Daaamn it! Jump off the ship now!" the lieutenant shrieked without glancing back.

"A sinister smile formed while the energy ray expelled out of its mouth."

Although mountains of ice formed in front of The Restorers' vessel, it still blew into smithereens. Half the crew members immediately died while the prices of their bodies sunk into the abyss.

Stopping the tidal wave, while screaming into a fury, crew members shot towards the tribes' vessels.

"Noooo! Retreat! Take care of the injured!" The lieutenant growled at them, while he sped towards the tribes' vessels leaping from one piece of ice to another with a just small cut on one of his hands.

The shallow sea retreated, while the force reached the bottom of the sediments, slicing through every ship.

A tribe warrior sprang towards him while he grabbed his neck, immediately tearing out his thyroid, while a blade pierced through his left ear to protrude through his right.

Shooting from one piece of the ship to others, he dismembered half the tribe's head before they had a chance to grab their weapons.

Though an ominous feeling caused him to retreat backward, he felt the blood leaving his body. From piercing pain, he immediately sliced off his arm while halting the blood flow. Quickly splitting, several clones of the blob crowded surrounding him.

Grinning, It picked up his arm while peering at the red crystal-like mass in the center of the palm. Continuously staring at it, the blobs grin grew wider.

"Such decisiveness," he stated, looking up at the red reflection, on the young lieutenant's eyes.

"Slicing of your arm without a second thought. Casyer mortal, truly the most un mortal like of the mortals. I didn't think your kind still existed in Ranatelia or maybe even Illipra."

"Illipra is too immense for you to comprehend, though I am the last remaining one in Ranatelia," while observing the blood of the dead tribes' members, crawling inside the translucent blob, he pulled out a talisman to escape.

"So you are his grandson? I made the right choice not killing you. Since magic isn't your strong point, I will crystallize the arm for you. Once you reach Grandmaster Westwall, he should have plenty of treasured medicines to reattach your arm."

"Give him my deepest apology. Notify him the tribe will send him an eight petaled elemental flower as an apology."

"What the f.u.c.k are you?"

"I am still finding out myself, just remember the only reason you survived today is that I don't want to offend the Grandmaster. Don't forget it, child."

***

Without noticing anything, Ludos and Rais sped towards Ludos house, to deliver several manuals to his elder sister Illma. Dinna had given it to Illma to aid in her cultivation.

Though she didn't understand all the steps, thus Rais draw all the ill.u.s.trations and diagrams to aid her. He also generously included some of the manuals he used previously.

Located just behind the string port city, they entered a small rundown town. Despite being close to the forest, the place laced any significant vegetation. Only a few small trees and shrubs while the different fruit trees didn't grow anything. Infertile soil made it difficult to produce fruits or vegetables; moreover, excessive rain and fierce winds ruined them most of the time.

The houses in the town were put together with a few planks of wood, and dried grass and straws secured their roof. The door made of worn-out items and a few pieces of rusted metals. Some houses deformed and others destroyed. Few of the houses had a woman's skirt hanging on a rope as their door.

The rainwater acc.u.mulated on the streets and yards, turning the unpaved place into mud ponds. Children's took a shit on the road, and while others ate foods right beside them.

A woman grabbed hay and straws from the roof and collected the shit between to flung it behind her house. A boy pissed through the window while dancing, humming a song. From the previous repeated action, the iron rod rusted in the middle, splitting into two pieces.

While getting closer to his home, few ladies gossiping called out to Ludos. Glancing around Rais noticed, lovely red lanterns hanging on every house. Accompanied by the reddish sky, they looked enchanting.

"Who is he?" Seeing Rais for the first time, they asked Ludos.

"My friend."

A girl pulled Rais's cheeks, "Hey, isn't he cute?"

"Hmm, If I have a boy, he will look like this."

"If he baths in the crystal river of Rup."

"Show us your face," a girl curiously called out.

"Boy, you don't know, girls will eat you up, once you grow up."

"No, I don't want to be eaten."

"You will," they all laughed at him, while he stood there embarrassed.

"Leave him alone," Ludos also laughed at Rais while pulling him away.

They finally arrived in front of Ludos' house and saw a little boy of two sliding in the mud while having fun. Stomping his foot on the ground, he smiled at Rais and Ludos.

"Big bro," he raised his arm wanting to be picked up.

"Little monkey."

The boy had mud stain all over his face. Ludos held him with one hand like grabbing a frog and stepped inside the yard.