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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

'Things are going to break apart soon... They will if I don't do anything to prevent it to happen.'

Hera squinted her eyes slightly as she looked at the battlefield. If they kept going in the same way they were taking from the start, that battle was bound to end in a dissatisfying way.

Lancelot was doing his best to maintain his force field, but it was not so simple. He was an elder, his prime was gone long ago, and Mana Crystals wouldn't help him forever. He already pushed himself far beyond his limits and only God knows how much harm he would get in his body for doing so.

A Mystical Artist's life is quite short. They can only fight to their limits during their prime or youth times. After that, they are bound to get weaker and weaker, until they are completely useless.

It's your time to do things right