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

Hera's troop went directly to the gates of Goliath. The massive gates of that place were made of steel and reinforced with a special technique of earth Mystical Art. The walls were thoroughly enhanced with different techniques as well, which was quite impressive for a fortress that was so old.

'They conserved this place very well, huh... It seems like it is new,' Hera thought as she limped forward, her arm around Julius' neck.

She glanced at Lancelot for a while, admiring him.

'To think that the old man worked in this place and reached the rank of a General... I wonder how much strength he had back in his prime. His Mystical Art is amazing if used with intelligence. Maybe he just holds himself nowadays because his body can't bear the pressure of using such a powerful technique anymore. He even needs to use Cristalized Mana shards to be able to use it for some seconds.'

The ruckus on the walls