Fear

• Far off the Nedveded Region

• Black Wyvern Mountains

"Nyx! Hurry!"

Hermoine yelled from a distance while standing next to Gallus. Meanwhile, I was exhausted from the long walk to gather materials for my sword. Walking long distances is not my forte.

We ventured into the mountains in search of Dragonite, a highly durable metal that can only be melted by dragon acid. Our mission was successful as we were able to obtain both the metal and acid.

I was exhausted from the journey, despite not using any magical enhancements as suggested by Gallus. He believed it would improve my physical abilities, but I was confident in my already well-developed physique. After all, I made sure to work out every day.

"Yeah.. Yeah.." I answered her underneath my usual audible voice. I was too worn out to be any louder.

...

It was thanks to Omyujin that we got this information. Since I'd already helped him make all thirty longswords, he was free to make my sword.

I kept the original longsword he made as a souvenir. He already had a precise amount to deliver to the military so he gave me the original for keepsake.

In order to craft my sword he made only one request, and that was to travel to the Black Wyvern Mountains and acquire some certain items. It was a coincidence but the Nedveded Region was in very close proximity to these mountains.

In fact, so close that one would clearly see it in the skyline when watching from the Wymarc Manor.

...

We continued to journey through the mountains. It was an ardruous one but we could survive. All we had to do was return back to Scandrag.

I was sure Lord Dreward and Miss Lerna would be concerned as it's been three days since we were last at home. I'd barely learnt much during my time here, it was more spent discovering myself. Then again, I enjoyed the experience.

"Nyx! Look!" Hermoine pointed for the skies.

As Gallus and I looked up we saw small Dragons that flew across the skies.

They weren't exactly small, but compared to Dragon Gods, Queens and Kings these ones were much smaller. I'd never personally seen any of the high breed Dragons, but just seeing these ones brightened my mood.

"We should keep going, as small as those Dragons might be... they could put up a fight if they wished it.." Gallus urged them.

She didn't know this, hence, the reason for her gasp "Wait really? Dragons are that strong? But what do you mean these ones are small?"

"I think he's talking about the fabled Dragon Gods and Kings.." I may have told her that but I knew personally that they weren't fabled.

In Lumera, Lync told me Zaratros was hailed as the Chaotic King of Dragons. The leader of the Black Trinity. But this didn't make him the strongest, actually, that title belonged to Greerheart a War Dragon. The thought of it scared me.

"Wait! There are Dragon Gods?!" that's right, Hermoine wouldn't know since Dragon Gods and Kings were part of Endlaveʼs history and not theirs.

"Yeah, they're pretty popular in my continent's history.." I told her.

We could've spoken more but then, something happened. There was silence from them both, leaving only the soughing of the wind in the background. Their faces were paralyzed with fear.

"Guys...?" it felt uncomfortable and awkward at the same time.

The way they looked at me prompted me to check if there was something on my face. But no, that wasn't enough to inspire this much fear in them. As such, I looked behind and that's when I found out what had been so bothersome to them all this while.

Two people were approaching us. A man dressed in a regal attire and a girl around my age who walked behind him. I didn't know who they were but if I did maybe I'd be more amazed than scared.

It was Greerheart; the Dragon Prince of War and Natia Cromwell a girl who assisted him on his occasional journeys outside Anur.

I noticed the manner with which Gallus' hands vibrated, he was actually scared. Genuine fear was the worst kind. "Both of you, don't move a muscle... and breathe sparingly." Gallus whispered to us. Who was this person that made him so scared that even breathing was out of the question.

Even Hermoine, I'd never seen her this scared before. She was sweating profusely and vibrated like an anemic person.

Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, I noticed the Dragons in the skies had all disappeared. I didn't look directly to see for myself, as I was told not to move a muscle. But I could no longer hear their sounds.

We didn't move all this time, allowing the two of them to pass us by. I didn't feel fear of any kind, so what exactly made them feel this way.

...

Maybe we could walk now. They were already six meters away. And just when I exhaled, Greerheart noticed my presence.

Apparently, the best way to survive being in the same place with Greerheart was to pretend you were an inanimate object. For beings of his caliber who have great spiritual power he would rarely notice the presence of a person if they kept quiet and did nothing.

I wasn't aware that was the case. So the moment air escaped my mouth his ear twitched. "Boy, who are you?" he asked me.

"Oh? My name is Nyx Besimios.." I bowed my head.

The looks on their faces when they saw me greet Greerheart made me feel like it was a mistake. They were furious and at the same time worried. Most especially Gallus. And after all his warnings.

"House Besimios of the Endlave continent?" Greerheart inquired.

"Yes... may I know your name?" I asked him, there was a mild stutter in my words.

Calm as ever, he responded "My name is Greerheart."

Immediately I heard his name, I knew my mistake. And in that moment, I lost a sense of hope. I was speaking with one of the five Daseins of War. And even worse, he was one of Black Trinityʼs members.

The five Daseins of War were powerful beings. They were the nature of war. Its existence, presence, hereness, suchness and essence.

[>> Notice, to the nearest physical and magical degree his strength is incomprehensibly higher than yours. Use of external magicube was factored into this equation. No notable skills may succeed. <<]

'This is crazy, his strength is that much higher than mine?' I didn't want to engage him any further, I preferred leaving. "Okay then, it's a pleasure to meet you.." I turned back on our designated path, "My friends and I will be taking our leave now.." I don't plan on doing anything stupid.

Greerheart thought to himself, 'I should know everyone I ever speak to. But this child, I've never once seen him, he isn't recorded in my memories, and even now I can't perceive even a fraction of his future..'

His five divine senses allows him comprehension of a person and their abilities unless they were close in power level to him. Or were higher dimensional beings that his three-dimensional eyes cannot perceive.

What bothered him more was that the House Besimios should have only one son, and by the common knowledge of the people that child went missing on the day of his birth. He'd never seen me in his vision nor did he know anything about me.

To him, I was an anomaly.

To confirm if the rumors Greerheart had heard of in the Black Trinity concerning the current target of Lord Spriggan was true, he asked me a question as I walked away.

A question that determines the rest of my existence in this world.

"Tell me... boy, are you the Revenant?"

I don't know why, but in that moment I hesitated. And when I turned I saw Greerheart charge for me. He could feel my loss of calmness and traced that to the answer of his question.

[>> Attention! Incoming attack, likely outcome: Death. <<]

[Oracle Engine] may have possessed the sub-skill [Though Processing] but it didn't matter if my body was unable to react to this level of speed.

Greerheart moved at a velocity beyond the speed of sound, and the moment he appeared in front of me even before I could blink an eye he extended his right hand forward. His aim was to tear a hole in my chest.

In that moment, I knew I was dead.