Tbate-The Reincarnates

Like a white wolf stepping on flowers

From Seris Vritra's point of view

"Talking to your disciple, Seris?" A voice came from the trees in Teagrin Caelum's garden.

My gaze immediately fell on the tame trees, evenly spaced around me, became wilder and denser.

The only sound around me was the rustle of leaves and the occasional snapping of twigs from wildlife.

Whipping my head left and right, I tried to locate the source of the sound.

I wanted to move, but my body froze not from the morning chill but from tangible fear. A deep sense of dread rose like a rising tide, slow but steady, as I surveyed the area.

Even with heightened eyesight and hearing, I couldn't find her. Yet I knew she was there, her high, rough voice still scratching the insides of my ears.

'Are you perhaps looking for me?' Her shrill voice screamed inside my head like a thick blade being dragged against ice. I gritted my teeth, trying to stay calm. My mind knew he was intentionally intimidating me, but my body couldn't help but fall victim to his tactic.

Her voice seemed to come from all sides and inside me at the same time. My limbs went stiff as my heart pounded hard enough to pop out of my rib cage.

Without thinking twice, I bit my bottom lip. When the pain and metallic taste of blood spread across my tongue, freeing me from the hold of his killing intent.

Suddenly, a flash of light whizzed past the corner of my eye like a green shadow. It was nearly impossible to follow the shadow's movement, but if I kept my eyes unfocused, I could catch a glimpse of its movement.

The white shadow stopped. From her location, it looked like she was inside the trunk of a tree about thirty feet away.

'Good eyes, good eyes.' He moved once more, traveling from one tree to another, using branches as if they were tunnels, leaving behind traces of sickly black mana of Brazilian descent. My eyes darted, trying to follow his movement as she let out a laugh that echoed through the garden.

"Your eyes feel like they're spinning, little scythe." he teased, his voice squeaky as loud as if it was inside my head.

"I am here?" he asked, further this time.

"How about here?" His angry voice sounded to my left.

He let out a childish giggle. "Maybe I'm here!"

"I could be there..." he teased once more, his voice suddenly coming from several feet to my right.

"Or I could be right here!" Suddenly, the air moved behind me, and an expanse of solid shadow merged out of nowhere, swinging toward my neck. I ducked under the onslaught, letting the motion take me into a sideways somersault as the shadow hissed past my ear.

"Good reflexes, Seris." I was finally able to see the mysterious figure that was playing with me, and that person was Fallen one of the four calamities of Agrona.

Calamities are directly below Agrona when it comes to military affairs, that is, they are its four great generals.

It is they who create the wall of uncertainty between the asuras and Agrona, rumor has it that Fallen the first mate of Agrona is as strong as Zaneri Indrath the leader of the Seraphim.

Below them are the haunting Vritra half-blood warriors who are duty-bound to protect Alacrya in secret from the other asura clans, so to most people they are nothing more than a scary story for children.

And then come the sickles, and then come our retainers.

Fallen is a handsome boy, having an exuberant beauty, he exudes a different charm, therefore, he manages to make some people stay close to him, Fallen has a fair skin, which highlights his beautiful white hair, which reaches up to his neck, and on many occasions, he usually leaves a part tied, but he tends to leave them loose, highlighting the young man even more. He also has bangs that come close to his eyebrows. His eyes are a greenish yellow that is beautiful, a hue that glows every moment they move.

"Commander Fallen." He said as I knelt down.

"You don't have to treat me so formally, Seris."

"I prefer to keep the formalities." I kindly declined. "After all, you are still my superior."

"As you wish." He replied nonchalantly, "Follow me? Of course if you don't have anything to do." he said as he started to float.

"Clear." I started floating next to him, "Where are we going?"

"Stretch your muscles." was all he said before flying towards the clouds and diving into them.

After about an hour and a half of flying over the sea of ​​clouds, Fallen stopped flying, he bombarded the air with mana causing it to turn a deep purple, the color of an old bruise, and then it dissolved into black. , the clouds disappeared completely.

When I looked down, I saw a lone ship, which in my discretion looked a lot like the ship our informants said was sent to spy on Alacrya.

"That is..."

"Dicathen's ship." Fallen completed my speech.

"What do we do?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Kill some bugs, I want to test a magic I developed."

"If you kill them you will not be breaking the peace treaty between us Vritras and the asuras."

Fallen's eyes narrowed as they peered at me, but after a brief moment, his lips curved into a smile.

"Even with my actions, kezess wouldn't be rash enough to break the treaty simply for killing a few bugs."

I was silent and stared at him.

"Seris, have you ever imagined what will happen in the future? In the future the powerful will destroy each other to get their place on the throne, while the weak have no rights, no choices. Their only fate is to be relentlessly crushed by the strong."

Since ancient times, people have defined the most terrible disasters as "God", thus hiding the fear of what they don't know...humans accept that they cannot overcome these disasters...and Fallen is one of those disasters.

Author's notes: This chapter has a lot of references and things I've based on other works