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... Just the five of you came, huh? That was to be expected, though," one of the veterans said.

"Since there aren't many of you here, will you give me your names?"

"No," the black woman said, then turned her gaze to another direction.

The veteran just shrugged. He wasn't in the mood to argue about something like giving names. Besides, this was not that important.

"My name is Mark Redpine," the bulky guy said.

"Sean Grandwall," the tank followed him.

"Áurea Goldplain," the other female said. She was the last one to arrive there, when nobody thought another person would join the group.

She was a very mysterious person. Nobody ever remembered to have seen her on the battlefield. She didn't have any bruises and wasn't hurt. However, her uniform was dirty with the crows' blood.

Graduating