Ahealm

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... 

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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

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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.

The legendary beast hunter

"Let's go! Don't fear anymore, just unleash all your power and see the fruits of what you gained out of all these years of training and battling!" Hera shouted.

The Retaliation troop, including Ares, Amelia, and Arwin, roared in response, preparing themselves.

They ran towards the edge of the ship, jumping afterward. While they were on middle-air, a specific trainee poised behind them, making some quick gestures with his hands and chanting a spell.

"Mystical Art, air element: Falcon Wings!" The air began to change its direction around him, forming a whirlwind for a brief moment. Then, a strong gust of wind moved towards the eight warriors that were in middle-air, about to fall on the water. That wind shaped itself into artificial feathered wings that made them float into the air.

The assault on River Droumon (4)