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

Mark Redpine ran across the corridors of that building at full speed. His strong legs propelled him forward like a rocket, his heavy steps echoing through the place and certainly drawing the attention of more enemies. The heavy sword on his back increased his weight by several kilograms, but it didn't seem to bother him at all.

'I can hear their steps as they enter this place. I hope they don't decide to continue together and hunt us one by one. Otherwise, everything will be for naught.'

When he got to a dead ending, he turned over, clenching his fists tightly.

'Well, I am hearing that these lizards are nearing this spot. I don't know if all of them, but a large number is coming.'

He got more aware of the sword's weight on his back as he looked to the sides. It wouldn't be possible for him to fight with that huge sword in a narrow corridor. He would need to resort to his fists.

Twisted personality