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38: Floating Land

"We found a heavy horde of Aspergers heading towards the South starting from the forest near the cave where we first met."

It was an immense feeling of alleviation knowing that no one got harmed from the attacks. We were at the other side of the lake planning our next course of action. We didn't bother returning to our damaged sanctuary since having a frozen dead giant was not a sight to see especially for the children. Though I admit that these young ones have seen far more gruesome events than I base on their much longer time of journeying and migrating from one place to another to find a safe place to live in; I still believe that they should have a chance to enjoy their childhood without the sight of rotting and unpleasant corpses along their way to adulthood.

It was the usual set up of us six. Slade was cooking lunch and swore an oath that would cost him his poor pathetic life if he didn't fulfill my request of roasted potatoes with garlic; Sevor was discussing their findings of their recent expedition; Raphael was meditating behind me; Samael had his arm swung over my shoulders and Fenris was comfortably lying on his back with his head on top of my lap as I scratched his extended and furry neck. His ling and his balls were completely exposed to the world as they breathed in the fresh air from being in the front view.

"What does that mean? Are they running away from something?" I asked. Was there a more vicious beast that could intimidate such creatures?

"Since they are attracted to catastrophes, there might be a heavy herd of those things in the south..." he stated. His expression turned rigid and his eyes became sharp. "And it bugs me to know that the Ancient Kingdom is located in the south."

My eyes widened from the same realization. The tree where I came from was there. I do not want to ponder about all the amoral scenarios that could have happened to my parents and the citizens there because it accelerated the beat of my heart. It would be impossible to take down a whole Kingdom of Ancients. There were thousands of well trained stratiótes that went through vigorous exercises. I was still not fond of my parents and the kind of people that they ruled but I cared for them because the world still depended on them. The Earth needed the Ancient race and I will make sure to bring my kind out in these dying lands to serve our purpose without killing ourselves in the process.

"That's right nephew. In these times you must keep a positive head. Believe in the Ancient race and our soldiers. They would not fight till death because when they feel their inevitable loss, they will flee to protect. They are taught to make sure that they live. They are taught to protect the life around them from their own sleeping monsters," my uncle assured which just raised my wall of denial that the shelter of all life will not be taken down so easily.

Sevor clenched his jaw as if he was going to deliver another bad news. As much as I wanted to shut him up by just biting his tongue and sucking it; I must listen to the rest of his intelligence report. "To support my theory earlier, we flew up to get a better view of the area. As you have known, the Catastrophe domain is of Northwest of here. From that area onwards, the land is already suffering from massive drought and decay. No life is seen at all." Sevor pointed at the castle that just went pass the border of the center of the map. "This would mean that half of the world is already dead..."  he stated grimly which caused Fenris to whimper not because of the grave news, but because I have stopped scratching him.

This...this was a real nightmare. It had felt like being tortured in one's dream only to wake up and know that the tortures were real. Half of the world suffered because of us and the other half was already starting to die. When will it stop? What can I do to restore everything?

I noticed that Sevor stopped with his reports as he waited for me with a concerned expression to give him the signal that I can still receive more of his verbal statements that seemed to be verbal beatings that affected me mentally and even...emotionally. If the old Lucian was the one listening, he would probably not care about everything that was happening and would be more concern of his own survival.