Chapter 3: The Fauna that Resides Within (V)

A thousand hues of green shook violently as if each branch of a tree clashed against each other trees fervently. The foliage began to shred each apart as if the crisp winds were gnawing at its ankle. A deep rumble as more trees shook vigorously in sync with the resonating cavernous sound. Each rumble felt as something heavy was slamming down a ground as it re-iterated more and more.

And soon the dreadful thrashing and rumbling was too much for the tree, as the tree tipped to the point where a thunderous thud followed suit. The land jolted once again, this time in sorrow.

What in the world was that?

Again, the rumbling, the stomping continued as more birds was set aflight into the air as more of this madness went on repeat.

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 3: 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖆𝖚𝖓𝖆 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕽𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖘 𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓 - Over

Another tree, which was supposedly larger than the others, too couldn't withstand the force as it too became timber with a deafening thump. The whole land, the trees, the lake everything jolted vehemently as a cacophony of cackaws could be heard as a pair of beaky brethren flocked away.

Soon, I became curious at what was the cause of the commotion. It might be an large beast, but the funny thing was that there was no beast capable of this commotion here as this was the first time I had heard this, from the moment I set my foot here.

Leaping off the branch that I balanced on, I through a tumble mid- air to crash land my fall. With a burdensome thump, I was back on my feet, and racing through the northern wolves.

Though the forest, flashes of an rustic vanilla scent wafted through the air. A hodgepodge scent of a mixture of an oak tree scent along with the scent of desiccated grass that had was being trampled with every step.

Subtle cracks and crunches as I stepped as they crackled in the latest dry spell. Yet they were blocked out by the jolting and rumbling of the land as it jarred the land. Louder and more intensely, the knotted branches of the trees were gnawed as if a maw of pressure tore the leaves from there roots— as they fell slowly towards the ground.

Running through, the boulevard of trees, I saw a fallen tree tipped over. The whole tree even the roots that still held grime and gravel, had been tipped over as my earlier premonition of something sawing at the tree was wrong.

Along the tough bark of the tree was an charred ashy substance. Electricity? That was strange and what was more peculiar as that there was traces of mana on the ash that fell between my fingers.

Like grain, as it fell through my fingertips, I had come to realize that there was a lot of mana on the residue. The simple residue that the creature had let on was overwhelmingly powerful— and paramount. The power that had came from just the simple residual ash was enough to create a set in of despair.

Still, I was curious and determined to fight this beast, despite knowing the strength that it wielded.

Abandoning the tree, I set out towards the subtle rumbling, as the 'winds' started to pick up in speed. The more I bolted through the forest, the more scorched and fallen trees I saw. Some had been scorched while some stood like a fortress in a battle. While other trees who had been less unfortunate and sat in between where, only its leaves had scorched into a dust. Stripping the trees of its verdant cover.

The blackened trees laid solemnly on the ground as they were starting to become charred to the point to have parts of it pour out ash from its pores. A smell of an ember - like smoke dawdled in the air, as I could feel scenes rewinding itself.

Closer, I ran towards the left as the sickening sound became more distinct. Sounds of howling and certain sounds passed through the air.

My premonition was confirmed when I passed by something. A familiar brobers of aura. Wolves? I was entering in the territory of the wolves. And yet the aggressiveness and grimness of the aura still lingered as if the wolves had reset up the border.

In the end, beasts could not leave there own instincts in disdain.

Moving past the border, I disregarded the border as the aura no longer fazed me as much as before.

Stepping through the threshold, the air felt different as the lush overgrown bushes and untrimmed trees had began to wilt. Looking up, thick clouds of furious ashy clouds had began to cover the sky. Blackening the sky, everything about today felt grisly. As it cocooned everything in dreadful gray clouds, it felt like it was going to create a percussion of rain.

Drooping, the air felt sickly and gaunt. Moving further, recognition poured through as the air felt as if it was invaded by a thick metallic stench of blood. The sickeningly acrid smell wafted through the air as it was everywhere. Every pore, every hole that was confined the area had the rust like stench malodor. Though I didn't need to follow the sounds to find what was going on.

I instinctively knew where the battle was going to take place.

Taking a few more subtle steps, a serene howl bursted through the blood - ridden air as could feel the rumbling up close, walking through the boulevard of corpse-like trees, I could finally sense a large variety of mana seeping out into open.

In just a few more steps later, I finally found myself at a massacre.

- (3) Omniscient View - Sargon's Army [Army Corp 6 - The Crow ] -

The cold winds blew along with whale bone white flakes of snow pounded vehemently against the tainted glass panes as inside the chilly winds couldn't quite break free. Outside, the lacerating winds that brooded against the southern skies screeched leaving a terrible coldness.

A hovering ship that was shaped in similar natured to the crow, swam through the glacial blizzard as it maneuvered through the bleak night skies. It had thick coils and beams that overlapped each other at different angles— that twisted and turn in ways to move the shuttle, towards there destination. While it had black wings that glowed with a perilous darkness. Towards the front of the ship, it curved inwards in a similar manner of a glossy black beak.

In the main control center, there was a glass table followed by a single sheet of paper and a clay flower pot that housed a spirit of an elegant violet orchard. At the center of a desk was a drab colored notepad that was completely blank.

A man sat in a leather chair that was seated at the desk. He had a pale blonde hair that was spiked up subtly. Along with that, he wore a black jacket that was formally all black with a silver color that striped into the middle. His pants were also incrediblly formal as he also wore a black loose pants that allowed for much flexibility. His face however was covered by his newfound notepad that he held up along with a gleaming fountain pen.

On the other side, stood a mundane but recognizable man. Leone. He stood proud and resilient as his hands was clasped behind his back. Though he felt like if he tried hard enough, he could be accepted.

"Your age, would be?" The man inquired as he did not look up from his notepad.

"16" Leone replied smoothly as most of the process had already been finished. There was only a few more questions left.

"What motivated you to apply for a Division 3's formal unit?" The man said once again not looking up from his notepad as he continued to scribble down as a lines and streaks of ink flowed from the golden tip of the fountain pen.

"I felt as if Sargon could accomplish my dreams and in return I would serve him."

Simplicity was key. Everything he said would be as simple as possible. It was necessary. The man nodded as he scribbled more on his notepad as his wrist flowed along with the charcoal ink that came out of the pen.

"A simple tragedy won't ruin it all." The man commented while perking an eyebrow. A statement that wanted to garner a reaction, a notable reaction yet it's comment came out from nowhere. Leone understood what it mean't.

"It won't."