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ratasum · 11 months ago

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The Lost Asuran City of Rata Cautis

The destruction at Quora Sum was chaos. Lives were upended, families were separated and destroyed, and thousands of asura went fleeing in every direction. Most wound up above ground, founding the capital city of Rata Sum in Metrica Province.

But not everyone wound up there.

A much smaller contingent of those that fled wound up on the border between the Straits of Devastation and Mount Maelstrom, in a cavern high up a cliffside overlooking the Unending Ocean.

It was here they would stake their claim, slowly rebuilding from the ruins of the homes they'd lost. Far fewer in number than the group that found their way to Metrica Province, they were forced to eschew their cultural values to take a more community-forward approach. Gone were the days of inner-krewe fighting, shoving responsibility off on someone you didn't like.

With so few of them left, barely enough to sustain a breeding population, they had to find a way to take care of one another. They're uniform, close knit, and while their population has grown in the years since they fled Quora Sum, the cultural shift required by their founding has not left them. There is a deep sense of obligation to the community, and the foundations of helping their fellows through knowledge and invention have formed the basis of their small, branched off society.

(The actual city looks a bit like this concept art of Quora Sum, just without the dragon in the background)

The city is focused on three colleges, the deans of which form the Rata Cautis Arcane Council, led by a single elected member from the alumni of each of the three colleges. An opening in the cliff face, too high up for the city to be seen from the water, provides natural light, and light pipes and arcane crystals absorbing solar energy provide light and energy through the darkness.

The asura of Rata Cautis still speak old asuran, and most have not bothered to learn New Krytan, as only recently did they even witness any other races and survivors during the occupation of Fort Trinity. In the years since Icebrood Saga, as they continued to observe the world around them changing, some scouts took tentative trips deep underground to the ruins of Quora Sum.

Since the end of End of Dragons, some scouts have started to gather information to learn the languages of the outside world so they can begin to scout, reaching out to their distant cousins in Rata Sum and reconnect the descendants of survivors of the exodus separated centuries ago...

Coming later: the three colleges of Rata Cautis. I'm having a lot of fun working on this, but please feel free to use Rata Cautis for guys of your own if you'd like as I hammer out more details!

#rata cautis #gw2 asura #quora sum

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draw-you-coward · 5 months ago

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in the middle of the street grove

set late pact days :)

“Remember, your star charts are due in a month,” Malomedies reminds them all as they begin to pack their things. “And do something interesting. Keep in mind that your task is not to track the path of the stars, but rather to read the story they have to tell.”

Roza pauses to jot down, Stars – story not path, in his notebook before he gets up. He thinks he knows which story he would like to tell; the stars over Orr are watching the land without the black haze of an Elder Dragon blocking them for the first time in centuries. And perhaps he can solicit some aid from a certain someone who knows its skies well.

The other students, mostly night blooms, file out of the hut. Some of their persons are waiting for them, despite the hour—less so friends, more so family, partners, beloveds. Trahearne is waiting for Roza.

He extends an arm as the distance between them sews itself closed, gloved fingers wrapping around Roza’s shoulder and pulling him in. He smells of nighttime, of crickets and darkness.

“Good evening,” he greets. “How was your lesson?”

Roza raises his head and inhales deeply, taking in the outside air and letting it percolate through his vines. “Informative,” he replies. “We are learning how the phases of the moon align with the rejuvenative cycles of magic. Did you know we had a full moon for nearly a week after Zhaitan died?”

“I am sure that information is somewhere in my paperwork.” Trahearne half-smiles at him. They begin to walk their usual scenic route home. It is after hours, and they prefer to take their time returning to Fort Trinity. “Here, I brought you some food. Didn’t want you getting hungry on the way back.”

Roza takes the gift—a savoury pastry—and gives it a sniff before nibbling at it. “What would I do without you, my Marshal?”

“Have an intensely boring life, I am sure.” Trahearne leans into his shoulder, and Roza rolls his eyes and pushes back against him. “No one to constantly pester, no one to test the bounds of authority with or socially experiment on… you would be miserable.”

“Alright, smart-arse. You are speaking about me as if I am a pet suited to a particular environment.”

For a moment so brief as to be nearly unnoticeable, Trahearne’s gaze flits downwards. Then he says, “I doubt anyone could tame you.”

“You could,” Roza suggests in a way he does not quite know how to define, in the private tone they use when they are alone.

Trahearne’s mouth curves, and he responds in a similar manner, “I would certainly have fun trying.”

They are walking close together, as they always do, but have to move into single file as they duck underneath a branch at the end of the narrow passage behind the mentor huts. Trahearne lifts it for him, ever the gentleman, and Roza steps into the meadow beyond.

Which is not quite empty yet. A few sprouts are chattering amongst the flowers, youthful and bright in the Dream. Night blooms, most likely, although some dusk blooms distract themselves with their scholastic undertakings well into the evening (current company lovingly included).

“Summer will come soon,” Roza catches as they walk by. “Do you think Secondborn Laranthir will drop by this year?”

“He must,” another says hopefully. “I’m going to see if I can get him to paint my porch. On a hot day, when he doesn’t need all that armour.”

“Perhaps it is you who needs cooling down more than he!” their friend replies, and the rest of the sylvari in the circle begin snickering.

“He’s popular here,” Trahearne says directly into Roza’s ear. “He is judicious enough to gain the respect of the older sylvari, and amiable enough to gain that of the saplings.”

“And exclusive enough to be in high porch-painting demand, apparently,” Roza returns without moving his mouth. They walk by the sprouts without much notice, wading through the knee-high grass.

“We shall get him to paint our porch, one day,” Trahearne says. “That is how we will know we have made it.”

Our porch? Roza peers at him from the corner of his eye, and sees a queer expression, as if he has caught himself in a trap he’d forgotten he had set. Then Trahearne gives him a tight smile, the one that means Drop it, and ushers him onwards with a gentle grip.

Roza swallows down a sudden swell of grief and lets himself be led. He stays quiet, his humour now a shelled husk, and Trahearne shoots him a few guilty glances before putting on a comforting, ungenuine smile.

“Let us take a bit of a detour today, if you don’t mind,” he offers. “I, ah, have something I’ve been wanting to show you.”

He leads them back the way they came, which means it wasn’t a particularly planned detour, but Roza does not protest, gazing at the soft glows of the Grove’s nightlife and letting them soothe him. Trahearne’s hand in his is warm.

They stop in front of a small hut secluded from the rest, overgrown vegetation softening its silhouette and merging it with the surrounding landscape. A brightly coloured sylvari stands at the entrance, raking away dead leaves.

He looks up as they near. “Trahearne,” he greets in surprise.

Trahearne inclines his head. “How grow the grounds, Kahedins?”

Kahedins? That sounds vaguely familiar. Roza smiles at this sylvari blandly. A friend of Trahearne’s, perhaps? A former lover? Is Trahearne taking him here to show him that he—

“Quietly, Eldest Brother. The life here slumbers in your absence, but sustains itself still. It knows you return to it sometimes, though your visits grow increasingly rare.”

Eldest Brother. Firstborn. Oops.

“And you, Commander!” Kahedins raises his head and gives Roza a beaming smile, which he returns at crooked half-mast. “I have heard much of you from our brothers. I suppose this is a long-overdue initiation, hm?”

He winks. Roza, puzzled, looks at Trahearne, who stammers for a moment before saying, “I just—er, I brought him here to see the house.”

“I see. And have you told him whose house it is?”

Trahearne scratches the back of his neck. He mumbles to the ground, “It is, um, ou—Mine.”

“You have a house?!” Roza says perhaps a bit loudly.

Kahedins laughs—a rich, warm sound. “Indeed he does, not that you would have any way of knowing! He more or less abandoned it years ago. But I am its groundskeeper, if Brother dear ever deigns to pay it a visit.”

Trahearne mutters something unintelligible at that, but to Roza gestures stiffly towards the front door. “Would you like to, ah, go in?”

“… Sure,” Roza answers, trying to read his body language. Does he want him to go in?

“Come on in, come in. This was before we had keys.” Kahedins beckons to him and pushes the door open to a dark interior. “You’ll be meeting the family next, I suppose, hm?”

Trahearne makes a muted noise, but only smiles when Roza glances back at him. Roza steps forwards cautiously, looking around the interior of the hut. It is barren, save the vines twisting out through the open windows, and the air is musty and lonely. He sniffs.

“It smells like you,” he notes.

“Do you hear that, Brother?” Kahedins sounds delighted. “It smells like you. Isn’t that a wonderful observation?”

Trahearne pinches the bridge of his nose. “And you wonder why I do not visit often.”

“You certainly never visit with company.” Kahedins smiles at Roza almost suggestively. “What are your favourite kinds of biscuits, Roza? May I call you Roza?”

“Yes. Um… the sugar ones?” Roza looks to Trahearne for aid. “I don’t really know…”

“He hasn’t had much opportunity to eat biscuits, Kahedins, considering what our duties demand of us.” Though Roza does not understand the second conversation the firstborn are having underneath this one, he does recognize Trahearne’s I’ve had enough of your bullshit tone, having been the recipient of it many a time.

Kahedins clasps his hands together. “Then a little family meeting is a perfect opportunity to try all of them and discover which ones are your favourites. You know, Aife has been dying to meet you.”

Roza’s alarm must show on his face, because Kahedins chuckles before remediating, “Perhaps one at a time, then. We may begin with the nicest, which would be me. Have you met Dagonet?”

Roza nods shyly, but Trahearne steps in front of him—literally—before he can process how to respond to the invitation. “I am not parading him around for you lot to gawk at—”

“Clearly.”

“—before he even reaches a decade! Grant him some peace.”

“A decade?” Kahedins whines. “Come on, Trahearne. That is years away.”

Roza’s face is bright lavender. A decade? Trahearne thinks he will—they will—a decade? Will they even remain alive for that long?

Kahedins is bargaining with Trahearne. “Teatime with Malomedies,” he pleads, pressing his hands together. “They have already met. Let him try biscuits, Eldest. Please.”

Trahearne draws in a breath as if he is about to protest, but stills when Roza lays a tentative hand on his arm.

“I… would like that,” he ventures. “I think.”

Trahearne’s hackles visibly come to rest. “Very well, then,” he says softly, to Roza, and then in a firmer tone to Kahedins, “A short visit next week, before your class, when you are not inundated with saplings. He does not like crowds.”

That look of delight has crept back onto Kahedins’s face. “I swear by Mother’s roots it shall be perfectly curated. We will have flowers, even. Afternoon sunlight filtered in through the leaves. Deer. Perhaps a moment alone for the two of you.”

“We already do that,” Roza informs him as Trahearne opens his mouth. “Trahearne takes me somewhere every week.”

“Does he? Thank you for letting me know, my dear. Young sylvari such as yourselves are such refreshing conversationalists.”

“We are leaving,” Trahearne announces. His glow is holding now as well, and Roza touches the tips of his fingers to his dotted cheek to catch it. His marshal glares at Kahedins warningly, for what he does not know, and Roza ends up getting his wave goodbye returned to him with considerable enthusiasm.

“He is nice,” he declares as they walk away, swinging their hands together. “Much nicer than Niamh. I still do not know why she wanted to fight me.”

“Nice is one word for it,” Trahearne mutters. “If they so much as let the tea steep for too long next week, I am whisking you away.”

Roza gasps. “My hero,” he says, pressing his fingertips to his chest. Trahearne looks at him with warm cheeks before muttering something and facing away. His hand is a comforting pressure in Roza’s, making him nearly forget the question that has been nipping at his mind for the past five minutes.

“Um, Trahearne? How does he know my name?”

~*~

“You did not get the sunroom.” Roza blinks at him owlishly.

Laranthir pauses, his paint roller hoisted on his bare shoulder. “The… sunroom?” he repeats.

“It is Trahearne’s favourite room.” Roza tucks a delicate bit of hair behind his ear. “It is warm in there, of course. Perhaps you can paint all the coats today. Or you will have to come back tomorrow.”

Whatever game he is playing, Laranthir is too weary to dissect it. “Point me to it,” he sighs, and Roza smiles, sweet as poisoned wine.

Trahearne is in the sunroom on a lounger, next to a small table holding a book and a tray of drinks that he notably cannot consume.

“Lemonade?” he offers, holding one up now. “For your services.”

Laranthir feels as if he is Tyria’s first exotic painter. “Thank you,” he accepts, gulping the beverage down.

Trahearne is eyeing the discarded shirt draped over his arm. “You know, it is quite warm in here. You don’t need that.”

Laranthir throws it at him. “Make me dinner,” he demands.

“We need to supervise your work first,” Roza says from the doorway, and Laranthir certainly does not jump.

“When did y—you know what, I will take it. Help speed this along and move the furniture, at least. Show me that your martial lessons have been paying off.”

Roza preens and flexes his non-existent muscles, and Trahearne presses a hand to his cheek as if it is the most charming thing he has ever seen. Laranthir gets started on the wall.

~*~

#writing #drabble #roza #trahearne #kahedins #gw2 #not gonna post these on ao3 anymore! they dont rlly get a response there anyway and i dont like the clutter #so share this if u like it! hehe

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starsstash · 28 days ago

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thinking about Khozzak & Zojja throughout the story, plus a little on his sisters Lihllo & Inkii.

He doesn’t become the Commander in the traditional core story way. In fact, he drops out of college long before he even meets Zojja, and his relationship with her is very distant at first.

Inkii becomes the Snaff Savant for 1325 AE, and it’s through her that Khozzak even meets Zojja. He’s only in to check on his sister, and it’s a brief meeting; more like bumping shoulders on his way out than an actual hello.

He doesn’t meet her again until Fort Trinity. They’re both busy, they have no time between her inventions and his missions, but they start to wave at each other. They don’t know each other but they certainly know of each other. Inkii talks to them about the other all the time, but they still don't quite interact.

Eventually they get a mission together, on Orr, and they have a little time to get more acquainted. Khozzak isn't the mindless oaf that she first assumed him to be, and she's not as stuck-up as he was expecting. They get along a lot better than they expect to, and Inkii takes the opportunity to take them both to eat in Lion's Arch. Their other sister Lihllo gets dragged along as well, and the dinner hangout goes great.

Orr and Season 1 go along as scripted (so far, actually haven't played Season 1 yet, lol,) until Heart of Thorns. They're both with the Pact fleet when it goes down over the jungle, and she's on the shortlist of people he's looking for in the chaos. She's quite important to his little sister, so she's just as important to him as Inkii would be.

Khozzak is the first person to her Blighting pod. He wastes no time in cutting a path to Zojja and cutting her down, instinctively ordering Phoenix to go for Logan's pod. Getting the two of them out becomes his top priority; he trusts Phoenix to rescue Trahearne alright on her own. The team is there to back her up, and she's already gotten this far on her own, so he encourages her and turns his attention back to his family.

He checks on Zojja as regularly as he can while she's in hospital care. Inkii checks on her even more, and despite her best attempts, her older siblings pick up on what's going on. But regardless, they realize that they've kind of unintentionally adopted Zojja into the family, and it's a sweet thing for them to notice.

They keep contact with her, albeit sometimes shaky contact, for as long as they can. Inkii sees her the most often, and even when Zojja goes silent she still gets visits. She never gets invited to visit Zojja, but it's alright as long as the elementalist still comes around every now and again.

Until the visits trail off, and Zojja doesn't come by the shop anymore.

#was not expecting thinking abt their relationship would grip me #and Yet. here we are BSJXND #also the end of this is. (handwave) SotO moments but no details. still deciding what im doing with things there! so no info yet #ch:Khozzak #ch:Inkii #ch:Lihllo #gw2 #/oc info #ch:Zojja #<- going to use ch: tags for canon characters in my writings n stuff; since it's going to be *my* interpretation of them anyway!#so keep in mind that they won't be entirely 1-to-1 with canon <3

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gozine-translate · 1 month ago

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Terminally-ill Genius Dark Knight - 160

160: Joint Martial Arts Practice [2]

Next up is [Black Blade Chain of Flashes]. Now that it’s been upgraded to the advanced level. Naturally it's quite different from when I spar with the head of the family, Theo.

Swoosh—! Swoosh—! Swoosh! Swoosh—!

The crossing black sword slices not only through flesh but also cleanly cuts through the enemy's bones. Before Eleanor’s eyes, the black blade dances gracefully. It was a beautiful sword, as if it stole people's hearts, slowly leaving them in a daze. It was the scene where she figured out why the black sword of the Reinhaver family was considered immense.

"Beautiful…."

Therefore, Eleanor unintentionally blurted it out. It was irresistible.

With each step the sword cut lightly, it carved shallow, and sometimes deep, scars into the enemy.

And who was wielding the sword?

Second to none in bringing bad luck, but a man who lives off his own sense of superiority. Nox von Reinhaver. His appearance naturally fit the word beautiful. His snow-white hair and mysterious lavender eyes enchanted people, and his sharp nose seemed like it would slice through. Recently, his features had become even more striking. Even the sight of his breath turning white in the cold seemed like an art piece. Eleanor realized for the first time that swordsmanship could be so beautiful like this.

"Finished watching? Then we should get out of here. If we stay, more dangerous foes will come."

"Huh… That…"

Eleanor snapped out of her daze and quickly returned to her senses. She spoke curtly. Quickly assessing the situation and predicting the next move was one of her forte. Her title as [Genius of Acting] was well-earned.

"This seems to be the north. Near Winter Bridge, I’d say."

"Fortunately you recognize it."

"What do you see me for"

"More specifically [The Frozen Frostwood Forest]."

"Yes?"

"That’s the name of this place."

When Eleanor asking back, Nox calmly explained as he finished off a troll still writhing on the ground.

Squelch! Blood spurted up. And a drop trickled down his face. Nox wiped it off as if it were nothing and turned away.

"Follow me. I’ll find the way."

As if bewitched by his words, Eleanor followed his back while stealing a sideways glance for a moment. Why is it?

'What is the reason he's not leaving me behind, even though I'm clearly much weaker than him?''

Even in moments like this, Eleanor couldn’t break her habit and thought like that. In this place, if we borrow Nox's word [The Frozen Frostwood Forest]. She was nothing but a hindrance and couldn't be any help. As a merchant who always pursued profit and never allowed losses, she found his actions puzzling.

What was Nox’s intention?

Eventually, she sorted her thoughts. There's no doubt he's going to get his share from me later. Eleanor kept repeating that to herself, just trying to hide the strange and difficult emotions within her. A white snowstorm engulfed the two of them.

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Noah von Trinity and Astrid von Kaliud. Not many people knew that two of the four sages were in here at Eldain. If you had to count, perhaps just one when Lars found out by accident? Other than that, no one including the professors, knew that Astrid had come here and taken Nox as her disciple.

Aleph was also the same.

'Sure, Nox von Reinhaver has been involved in various incidents, from Paimon-nim, Jagan-nim, to Gremory-nim. That's a fact. But if asked is it a big deal? Naturally not. He’s just a rookie who still reeks of her mother's milk.'

Basically, Aleph is arrogant. While he only served demons, if they weren't Grand Duke class, he considered them beneath him. That was Aleph von Dastein’s true nature.

He didn’t acknowledge Nox’s existence. Though he did recognize Theo von Reinhaver's strength, as for the family’s disgrace and youngest son? Aleph dismissed Nox von Reinhaver's deeds until yesterday as nothing more than showmanship.

'Maybe, the family head, Theo von Reinhaver thought that the position of the heir was shaken when Garen joined the demons. That’s why he’s pushing Nox out into the public, making him seem like a genius.'

Theo’s actions likely had an ulterior motive, probably aiming at the elder's councils, and his in-laws, the Aurel family, to whom Priscilla belonged. It was no secret that the two didn’t get along, and rumors were rampant even in social circles.

Still, no matter the reason, it was surprising.

"Not the second son, Grain, but instead making the youngest, Nox von Reinhaver, a hero? It’s all just for show. I am surprised there are fools falling for such nonsense."

Aleph clicked his tongue.

He believed that the reason Theo was raising Nox, the youngest, was to keep his wife, Priscilla, in check. All of Theo's other children were born from Priscilla, but Nox was the only one born from a different wife. In some ways, it made sense.

Even if the reality was different, Aleph was convinced that his deduction was spot-on.

"Besides, Dean Noah von Trinity doesn't care about trivial academy matters like this. There's nothing here that really threatens us. Rick… that guy is just too much of a coward."

Wanted things to progress quickly, and to be handled firmly. This was all Rick's deeds.

Rick had quite a position among the demonic humans, so Aleph didn’t say anything, but inwardly, Aleph completely disregarded him. He was only noticed by the Grand Duke first.

Hadn't Aleph been with them from the beginning? Though born in a human body, the blood of demons flowed within him. He was a life that had been conceived and born with demon blood.

He was on a different level from him, who had no origin.

Crunch. Aleph realized a bit late that he had unknowingly clenched his fists. He was irritated.

"Sigh. I got too worked up. Anyway, everything will go smoothly, and I’ll climb to a higher position. That won't change."

Regardless, Aleph trusted his own intelligence. Not only he had infiltrated Eldain, taken the top spot as a demonic human, he even gained enough magical abilities to threaten a professor's position was proof of that.

As he opened the best-selling Introduction to Elemental Studies, he looked forward to the future. The day when the demon realm would manifest on earth, uniting the divided continents under the ArchDuke’s control. He believed that all his ambitions would be realized.

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There is a place called Winter Bridge in Inner Lunatic. Located in the north, it’s home to some of the worst monsters and uncontrollable demons. Later, as the main scenario proceeds, this place opens up as a new monster hunting ground. Because it's always winter here, this place is also called a hell where a lot of monsters and demons live. Almost no one lives here, aside from a stationed military force.

'Even so, that military isn’t handled by Arkheim. it's controlled by an alliance of nations…'

The Arkheim Empire pays gold to the northern alliance, they form armies and put a bridge, preventing the monsters from crossing into the center. That is precisely the secret of Winter Bridge.

However, the problem is that maintaining such a bridge itself is difficult in the long run. The biggest issue is that most of the northern small cities have already fallen. There is no hope for a strong, centralized monarchy, and even the small republics that existed have crumbled. Naturally, this led to the neglect of Winter Bridge’s management. Moreover, the monsters are growing stronger.

Eventually, this bridge will collapse, while meeting a somewhat rough situation.

'And that beginning is exactly in this place [The Frozen Frostwood Forest]'

The name itself doesn't sound particularly dangerous. But in reality, it’s different. In this place, monsters that are rarely seen and stronger than Trolls, like Ents, or if you're unlucky, even dragons might show up. Though dragons were said to be extinct at the beginning of Inner Lunatic, like in any game, they still exist. Astrid or The Ice Dragon rumored to be lurking here are cases of that. Of course, whether that’s true or not is uncertain, anyway, the fact it was still frightening. If you're unlucky, you’ll die.

Unfortunately, in most cases, I’m not lucky.

With a luck stat of 10, it's only useful when I enhance, otherwise, it’s usually quite useless.

"Let’s rest in that cave over there for now."

"Yes? But it looks too small…"

"Even if you don’t like being in the same space as me, there’s no choice. It’s an emergency. Besides, it’s not like we have any other options."

"…I get it."

Luckily, Eleanor was listening to me.

She still seemed worried, but it was fortunate she hadn’t summoned Shane yet. Of course.

[You’re following me, right?]

[Of course.]

[You really need to protect me properly. Then no matter what, I’ll figure out to reward…]

[I already told you, I don’t need a reward.]

[But…]

It's a bit annoying how she keeps sending telepathic messages like this. It’s like trying to text someone while fighting. You can imagine how bothersome and distracting that is.

"We can’t even use our spatial pouch right now. It feels like someone intentionally dropped us here with hostile intent."

Eleanor shivered slightly as she spoke. As expected, she has sharp instincts.

I stepped into the small cave, barely big enough for the two of us, only fit if we were glued closely, and used [Ignite]. The flames lit up the interior, illuminating the space. Next, after putting the sword with my opposite hand, I condensed my mana into a small orb, tossing it inside. It was a kind of small fireball, meant to check if there were any monsters inside the cave.

Unless I’m really unlucky, it should only be small wild animals or little monsters…

[What the…? You are…?]

Crap. Crazy. I knew it. It's obvious that I am unlucky.

The questioning voice that echoed from inside the cave continued.

[Human… yes, humans!]

"Damn. This is the worst. Get ready."

I said, drawing my sword. I had already dispelled the fire magic. Then, with a rough roar, what appeared before us was none other than a monster with a large build.

…it was still pitch black, I wasn’t able to confirm what was right in front of me clearly.

I had already sensed their size and identity through my magic though.

"But I can’t see the front clearly…"

"Feel it with your magic. Don’t say you can’t. Unless you want to die here with me."

Then, a giant with brown skin revealed itself. Each of them had patches of green here and there, giving it a somewhat grotesque appearance. I could explain easily what they are.

Ents.

People usually think they’re just big trees, but that’s not the case. Ents are actually giants who protect the trees, and over time, their appearance changes to resemble the trees. So, not only do they have the strength of giants.

'They have regenerative abilities, like trolls.'

On top of that, they have high intelligence and a long lifespan, they live for a long time. Therefore, they are mainly forming groups to fend off enemies.

[There is a human who has invaded our home! Everyone listen! Eliminate the intruder who threatens the trees!]

[Eliminate the intruder who threatens the trees!]

Damn. Things just got a lot more serious.

I sighed.

Then as I blocked a massive fist headed for Eleanor with my sword, I shouted at her.

"Focus"

Eleanor quickly responded to my voice, nodding. She then started casting magic, creating a wall to keep the Ents away.

It probably wouldn��t hold for long, but it would buy me enough time to think.

Now then, I'll have to think again.

How to deal with these damn giants.

#terminally-ill #terminally-ill-genius-dark-knight

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