Nekoman

"Wh-what? My element is... void?"

In a world filled with sorceries, miracles, and knights, Young Hubert found himself immersed in struggle, trauma, and tragedy after joining the watchman. Deemed as a deserter turned slave, he tried to survive by learning from the greatest teachers, friends, and experiences. 

Fighting corruption from internal conflicts of nobles and politics inside the kingdom of Creopia or the threatening dangers of the northern barbarians, indigenous tribes of the southern kingdom, pirates of the east, and the mysterious creatures of the western mountain range. Where even the helmsman of fate has corrupted. He soon realized his greater duty in the world was to protect it.

Empathy And Wrath

Chaos Hero: Void Master

The floggers faced the duke after Aadish's last scream, mere plaything, an entertainment, in the middle of the clearing.

"Carry on!" the baron of Soondi shouted with a loud roar, his eyes watering and his fingers shaky. All around him could see, even the knights that watched like blank statures trembled upon such objective cruelty.

The night was young, the forest dampened all sound, the cloud gathering as if watching, and the owls too enjoyed as their sharp round eyes blinked upon each flog. Each flog, another after another, then another.

Each causing a howl of a wounded dog, blood curling and bone chilling. Yet, the nature and creatures watched with a blank stare filled with sympathy.

"Let's enjoy this," Dareon said, tilting his head to Hubert, while smirking wide and crossing his arms.

The whip cracked the air. Hubert flinched.

I Wish You Safe Travel, My Lord!