The Gifted Masters: A Silver Century

Chapter 2 ♦️ Razor Shin Feast

'Razor Shin hunt alone...which makes them all harder to find.'

Chapter Two ♦️ Razor Shin Feast

     Evansce's woods, forests, and territorial land were covered by ice, frost, and snow. Icicles hung in caves and on trees, and glaciers stood afloat and frozen in their seas. Every structure was frozen in time by the cold-bitter weather of winter. The magical land of Evansce was one of the mysteries everyone wished to discover alone but could not without the watchful eyes of their fighters. There were many possible dangers out there, not even Christine was allowed to go too far alone; if she wanted to seek further wonders, she'd be forced to bring a comrade along.

However, there had been many times when the Mage would sneak out of her diameter to look for adventure. What she'd bring with her was a magical sword she'd cling to her bust. Christine was rumored to have explored more of the land than anyone else, but she wasn't close to finishing exploring the glorious territory; people kept holding her back because Evansce was too far-stretched.

The chill was in the air, it was bitter, it was getting late, and it was frankly...eerie. The full glowing moon continued to draw its wonderful light onto the frozen grounds of Evansce. The hush of winter howled ever-so-gently, grazing on Christine's almost pale-ivory skin.

Some Vikings couldn't find Razor Shin tracks easily on the snow, but Christine's skills were impressive even in low light. Ever since she left the resource ground to hunt, Christine didn't feel like tracking down that specie so she was wasting time. She was already hot in one's trail, toying around with it, but she was pondering whether to continue the pursuit. She wanted to track a different dragon if anything for the task; she didn't want to follow that easy prey.

Christine looked around and let out a breath, resigning from following the Razor Shin impressions on the snow ground. Upon more surveying, she noticed large tracks on the snow set apart from the Razor Shin, prints that she couldn't recognize. Curiously, she turned in the direction of the new trail, immediately seeking after the new sight.

Christine used both hands to keep her median-sized crossbow steady. Although light, it was a powerful weapon; she forged it herself with a metal she enhanced. The hand-held machinery was a glorious piece of her, she vowed to herself to no longer let anyone borrow it.

     Christine continued walking in the moonlight. Her breath and the careful thuds of her boots were what broke the air. The Mage came across the strange new tracks some thirty-six minutes into the game. Christine usually didn't take long to find prey in the wilderness. She had a fast time record in gathering flying beasts. Christine was a great dragon slayer, but she was dawdling. Truthfully, she was mindlessly exploring, not wanting to kill a creature on this already bloody night.

In the beginning, when she began participating in the monthly challenges, Christine was motivated by the food fest they'd reward to the people who'd slain the required amount. The monthly hunt lasted three hours, and she'd be the first to get rewarded in the great hall of food. She'd enjoy the lamb chops that'd be fresh out of the fire or stock, seasoned for any tastebud.

Only during the full moons did the Razor Shins come out, and only presented themselves when they wanted to be noticed. Christine's gang agreed to participate in the mini-game of hide-and-seek with the scurrying creatures. Anyone could eliminate as many Razor Shins as they wanted. Countless Vikings wanted to hunt the beasts until there were no more of those species by the next full-glowing moon, but they've been at it for years with no success.

With such diverse weapons and their helpful elemental powers, Christine's group always had the opportunity to proudly exterminate those animals. Those in her team didn't necessarily need weapons to destroy the dragons, their elemental skills and other abilities were more than enough.