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

"So, what about we talk to each other before anyone here dies and we never get the chance to do so?" Julius suddenly asked. He was the most extroverted member of that troop of Relievers and was always trying to talk with everyone. Some were more receptive to Julius' approach. Others were just... well, all the efforts were to no avail.

However, no matter how many times Julius' proposals got turned down, he would ask them every single day.

The troop was sitting on the ground, dirtying their clothes with the clay of the fields they were fighting in. Those fields were before a beautiful place filled with green. The grass was like emeralds, the solitary trees had huge branches full of leaves in a slightly darker tone of color compared to the grass.

Now, it was just clay, ashes, mud, and dark soil. Exactly what you would expect of a battlefield.

"I am tired of it," someone said, getting up and walking towards Julius.

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