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

Ares' axe drew a vertical bow in the air as he delivered the final blow to one of the crows.

Corpses of those beasts were once again scattered around, all of them killed brutally.

The little girl was behind that scene, at a fair distance from where the battle was happening. She watched without blinking as those Beast Hunters slayed the crows easily and with no mercy. They were relentless and ruthless, even cruel. At times, the pain of the crows, their blood spilling around, and the agonizing caws seemed to please them.

There was a sadistic and sharp cold terror mixed with the heroism and selflessness of those soldiers. They were different from Guardians or Knights. It was hard to consider them military, even. There was no discipline, coordination, or ethic behind their actions. Only an obsession to kill and fulfill... something.

I never said I was going with you