Curse Of The Aswangs (The Vasquez Brothers #1)[COMPLETED]

EPILOGUE

Yes, there is such a thing as Aswangs. Ancient creatures of all legends and nightmares in the Philippines. At day, they look just like humans, but at night, they are an immortal and cursed beasts. Ready to devour an unsuspected victim.

They had been driven back into the shadows long ago. Forgotten, but never truly gone.

For centuries, they had waited, biding their time as their curse made them stronger, learning the ways of the new world, whispering their curses into the night. They had grown hungry—hungry for vengeance, for blood, for the very essence of humanity. And now, under the crimson light of the blood moon, their hunger would be sated.

The first sign was the wind, sharp and cold, carrying the stench of decay. Then came the whispers, the low growls from the forests, the rustle of leaves from unseen creatures creeping closer. From the depths of forgotten caves and the darkest corners of the Earth, the aswangs returned.

They came in many forms—the winged, the serpent-like, the twisted mockeries of human flesh. Their claws scraped the earth as they advanced, eyes gleaming with a lust for destruction. Villages and cities alike fell into chaos, their nightmarish forms descending upon humanity, unrelenting.

But the Earth was not defenseless.

For in the quiet hills of the last free village, where legends had not been forgotten, a warrior stirred. He was the last of an ancient lineage, a bloodline of warriors chosen by the gods themselves to protect humanity from the darkness. The Witchers had been whispered only in the oldest of tales—forgotten by many, but held dear by those who believed the legends were not mere myths.

With a roar that shook the heavens, blades flashing like lightning, cutting down the creatures in his path. Blood and shadows clashed, and in the heart of the battle, the warrior stood tall, unyielding.

But the war had only just begun.