Peakwest 2 : Berserk, Blood And Peace

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The news of Alan's death spread like wildfire across Peakwest.

In the darkest alleys, bustling towns, and even in the quiet corners of remote villages, whispers turned into loud conversations, and soon, mocking laughter filled the air.

Alan, the leader of the Heavenlys, the one many believed to be a pathetic, was now gone, and it left the Heavenlys exposed, vulnerable, and ridiculed.

In the Agiadd realm, where rival clans gathered in their dimly lit halls, the mood was almost celebratory.

Warriors and mercenaries sat around, clinking their mugs together, reveling in the downfall of one of Heavenlys' strongest fighters.

"Did you hear?"

one of the soldiers sneered.

"The great Alan... DEAD. And not just dead, they threw his body in a lake like he was nothing."

He said sarcastically.

Another leaned forward, smirking as he downed his drink.

"Heavenlys thought they had it all. Now look at them. Their golden boy's gone, and they're left with nothing."

In a grand hall far from the frontlines, the leaders of various clans held private meetings.

The heads of clans that once feared the Heavenlys now took this opportunity to plot their next move.

Their voices were full of contempt and arrogance, mocking the once-mighty clan.

"They lost Alan?"

a stout figure in regal attire said with a sinister smile.

"He was the backbone of their strength."

"The Heavenlys are crumbling."

"Now’s the time to strike them where it hurts."

Another leader, an elder with a long, graying beard, chuckled quietly to himself.

"Without Alan, they’re like a snake without its head."

"They won’t recover from this.”

Meanwhile, in the streets of the Peakwest's bustling marketplace, vendors and civilians alike couldn't help but join in the wave of ridicule.

In every corner, people were talking, gossiping, and laughing about the downfall of the Heavenlys.

"Heard the Heavenlys are mourning their little hero," a woman in a stall said mockingly, "How pathetic! They boasted for so long, thinking they were untouchable."

A young man leaned against a wall, shaking his head with a grin.

"To think a kid like Alan was the one keeping them strong."

"What a joke."

"Bet they’re crying in their castle now,"

another added, barely containing his laughter.

"Their so-called leader, drowned like a rat. They’re nothing now."

Even rival soldiers walking through town couldn't resist taunting the Heavenlys. As they passed through villages aligned with the Heavenlys, they made sure their words stung.

"Where’s your Alan now?"

one boy called out, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"He couldn’t even keep his head above water!"

"Maybe the Heavenlys should stick to parties now,"

another sneered.

"They’re certainly not fighters anymore."

In the Heavenly's castle, the mood was dark and grim. Despite the taunts and mockery outside, the remaining members were filled with sorrow, grief, and disbelief.

Eren, Manda, Rishi, Mike, Ace, and Yuki could feel the weight of the loss in every corner of the castle.

The news of Alan’s death had shattered the spirit of the clan.

Inside the grand hall, Eren sat with his head in his hands, his usually strong and composed demeanor replaced by an overwhelming sense of defeat.

Manda stood beside him, pacing nervously, unable to comprehend the full weight of the situation.

"How could this have happened?"

Manda murmured, his voice shaky.

"Alan... he's really gone?"

Rishi, who had been talking excitedly about their future just hours ago, now stood in the corner, silent. His face was pale, and his eyes distant, as if he couldn’t accept the truth.

Mike and Ace, who had witnessed the brutal scene of Alan’s death, had barely spoken since they returned.

The weight of guilt and helplessness hung heavily on their shoulders. Mike, in particular, was crushed.

His fists were clenched tightly, and his eyes were bloodshot from the tears he had shed earlier.

"It’s my fault,"

Mike muttered under his breath.

"I couldn’t save him... I couldn’t stop it."

Ace placed a hand on Mike’s shoulder, but he was also struggling with his own grief.

"We all failed him, Mike."

"We all did."

Yuki, leaning against the far wall, stared at the ground.

The normally energetic and confident warrior was silent, his mind replaying the events over and over.

[ Flashback ]

Alan points his fingers like a gun.

His voice and soul filled with rage.

Yuki: pull the trigger.

Alan: I will.

[Flashback Ends.]

The image of Alan being stabbed and dragged to the lake haunted him.

Yuki thinks,

"You could've really pulled the trigger."

The laughter and jeers from outside the castle walls echoed inside.

The mocking voices reached the ears of the Heavenlys, deepening their despair. It was more than just the loss of a fighter — it was the loss of their hope, their future.

"They’re mocking us,"

Eren said, breaking the heavy silence.

"They think we’re finished."

Manda’s eyes burned with anger as she looked out of the castle window.

"Let them laugh. They don’t understand what we’ve been through. But they will. We’ll make sure of it."

in a barren, desolate landscape of sand, Moon, Kartik, Jack, and Hakai trudged through the unforgiving terrain.

Their faces were haggard, their bodies battered from the battle.

Their footsteps were slow and uneven, a reflection of the exhaustion that clung to them.

Hakai: “I don’t know how that monster died."

"But if he’s gone..."

"we’re next.”

Chapter Ends.