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

Amelia didn't have any choice instead of poising her two rapiers in front of her body and defend one of Borok's attacks. She was very tired, so her legs weren't working as they should. Since she was getting exhausted due to the constant pressure on the captain's onslaught, she couldn't rely on her reflexes anymore as well.

The collision between the scimitar and her rapiers sent her flying. Her body struck against the flagpole and the air left her lungs.

Borok didn't lose time and followed suit on her, swinging his scimitar once again.

She couldn't dodge that one as well and needed to block with her rapiers another time, defending the vertical attack coming towards her head. She felt like her blade would break apart at any time. Nonetheless, she was more concerned about the snapping sound of her knees. She didn't know whether her rapiers or her legs would break first.

Fulfilling promises