Requiem Of A Failed Hero

Chapter 41 Dungeon Raid (4)

?Bathed in the Moonlight was an art of bloody battlefield worth a corner in the most prestigious and renowned art gallery in the entire world.

A war between monsters and humans.

Where humans defended their empire and ravaged the monsters with everything they've got.

Just like the brilliant red prince predicted —bombing the mountain caused massive tremors that sent the monsters packing.

They poured out of the caves in full force. From the beginning, they were going for a full frontal assault.

The only miscalculation was they might have looked down on the numbers of this monster –and as if that wasn't enough, the monsters expressed tremendous strength.

For example, just a common one could slam a human on his head and the force of that attack will smash the human's head unto the ground.

Their fists broke shields.

Their claws cut deeper than a breakup.

But the humans still put up with it regardless.

Fighting...

And fighting.

The monsters were defined by fangs, claws, furs, and howling. Right, anyone would have thought they were wolves but seeing their size and strength annulled this thought pattern.

Although they were four-legged, their size was enormous. The least tallest of them was standing head to head with a soldier, with its teeth gnarling with drool into his eyes.

And the tallest of them would need about five soldiers to climb themselves for them to see eye to eye.

And there were several of those.

The fight was tough but there were some people that made it appear easy and gave the soldiers hope and motivation to fight stronger despite the dreadful circumstance.

On this side of the battlefield, a black streak-like lightning swarmed through the huge wolves, revealing a young man as it came to a zapping stop —from behind went an explosion like fireworks following the streaks and wreaking havoc on the crowd.

An explosive attack was the right call —with the monsters height and strength the way to go about this was dealing damage in numbers and leaving the rest to the lower fries that were following him from behind.

And Curtis Dellagado could be considered a well-to-do hero because of his evaluation of this fact and execution of actions in a split minute –his face gave the first impression of a strong and intelligent man and his personality didn't sway away from that fact, at least battle-wise.

Curtis was a fine swordsman, from his childhood, he was able to master 'The Counter Step' when he was ten years old, by the time he was due to become a hero, he had mastered all the family's martial art and was already even tuning it to meet his style.

That is after all how martial art and skills are structured. Now, let's not forget that martial art in therut was created based on the capabilities of a hero —which meant that a hero's difference was taken into consideration, from the first user to the next user the martial arts as it is being passed down is being refined and evolved by the hero's nature and capabilities, just like how Curtis added his style to it, –when passing it to another, the martial art in the hands of that hero will be fine-tuned and evolved– now it could be an evolution forward or an evolution backward. It is all based on the user's intellect.

Amber Rose couldn't help but admit to his strength as she saw him zap around with black lightning and explosives. She was the kind of person that always acknowledged strength, even though she was way stronger.

Amber Rose was equipped with a round shield and a great sword, from the view of a battle expert, it was a bad combination but that was her style.

And it had its beauty.

Tremors and flying bodies of wolves painted the scene around her, with immense speed and body control —dodging improtuly, not being flustered by a sudden change in the attack pattern of the monsters.

Her round shield projected a larger blue transparent shield that dejected the wolves closer to them and sent them flying away. While her sword cleaning swung into the ones that were able to withstand the deflection—taking advantage of the split moment to drive her sword into them before they recover.

Her attacks had a pattern but were not stereotypical —the monsters had an outstanding wit for adaptation.

"looks like the Unblazing sun is no joke"

From a distant side of the battlefield was yet another charming and beautiful rapier that delved a thorn of purple roses into the bodies of monsters leaving them to the arrogant hands of petrification with the blood that run through their veins willingly searing till their entire body shatters like stone.

Fionna Grahams in terms of beauty would lose to Amber Rose, but just so you know she wasn't far off. it just was that the Unblazing sun is perfect in every fold, even though she doesn't mean to most of the time. One would call it a trait that runs in the family, just like her father— a humble and warm man, he would often mix with the lower class, and his stand in the society would make anyone doubt his family as one of the three strongest families in the Pomei Empire.

Fionna Grahams has lived her life having to chase the back of her mother until when she started to make her mark in the world– and she had to leave home to achieve that. to not be covered under the shadow of her mother's achievement.

But entering the world, she meets powerful comrades who have a more devastating back story than her, who have had to face more harsh reality than she can ever imagine. Which is why she thinks of Amber Rose as a little girl who knows nothing. Of course, she wouldn't deny the potency of her skill.

Maybe that is why her eyes were so glued on the pretty girl even though they were so far away from each other.