Legacy of the Pantheruos

On the road to what...

3rd POV

The sound of his boots hit the light snow beneath him, creating a crunching noise. The continent he was in was currently Atlas, known for its rather "strong" military. Over the course of a few days and nights, he had learned that there was an evil known as Grimm, the stuff of nightmares apparently feared by most. He had the pleasure of dealing with a few of them that ran at first sight of him. They were about as troublesome as a group of Unggoys, only thing was that Unggoys had tactics and could change the turn of a battle at the cost of their lives, something Grimm don't do half the time.

But he loved the sight of them running away in fear of him.

The wind blew to the side of him as he walked without a direction. What more could he do other than walk in hopes of finding something? He didn't have the Pantheruos Army right now to give him orders, he didn't have a goal to complete, and he didn't have anything to keep him occupied.

He was just... wandering.

From what the ONI said about this planet, they had never achieved space travel nor even launched a satellite into space which meant their technology was severely lacking. Going to the military was off limits; never in his 425 years of life would he work with a foreign power, even if it meant he would live at the top. Wearing another uniform other than the one the Pantheruos Military provided for him was like dishonoring all that he worked for. He followed their protocols, nobody else's.

He walked for a long time, presumably a day or two until he reached a rather quiet town. People entered and exited it without a care in the world, some even looked at him while he just went by them. His cloak covered his entire body and panther tail and the hood did a remarkable job in covering his helmet or face whenever he took it off.

The less people knew about him the better. What he was looking for was a shop or something to gather more food and supplies. Sleeping in the wild was kind of relaxing and it kept his skills sharp when he fought experienced Grimm and some less than savory individuals. After wandering for several minutes and looking around he found a rather small shop that held at least food and water.

A bell jingled as he opened the door and stepped inside, browsing the selection. Some minutes passed by and he had brought numerous canned items that would serve him well and managed to find a small bag to hold the items. The cashier wasn't paying attention and didn't notice him until he put the items on the counter. She jumped in surprise and laughed sheepishly as she scanned the items, occasionally glancing at him. It was rude of her to stare but she couldn't help but shudder around him; it was like a tiger staring down its prey before lunging in for the kill.

"Is that all?" She asked, throwing him a kind smile. In reality she wished that he would kind of just leave, not that she had a problem with him but something about the way he was around her made her feel somewhat fearful.

"Yes. Thank you." His cold voice replied, making her wince. He threw some lien cards down and exited the store, those cards were stolen off of the bandits he killed previously and saw that they were the form of currency of this planet. She finally released the breath she didn't realize she was holding as soon as he exited the store.

When he exited the store and headed towards the next one that held Dust, he stopped in the street when he heard a scream and turned to see a Grimm tackle a guard at the front gate before sinking its jaws into his neck, killing him instantly. Civilians pushed past him and ran from the Grimm while he just stood there motionless as they went in their homes. Some of the guards tried to usher him into getting inside and one even tried to force him inside one of the buildings but was failing miserably. A red blip on his motion tracker made him grip the guard's collar and swing him around to narrowly avoid the lunge of a Beowolf.