The sun was about to rise when he sat up and saw the sky painted in hues of pink and orange. The first rays of sunlight began to peek through the horizon, casting a warm glow over the landscape, and laying beside him was Irles Filri, who was also awake. She kissed him as they briefly had a conversation, mentioning a task he must do in the western region. As they watched the sunrise, a sense of anticipation filled the air. a journey that held both excitement and challenges. They exchanged encouraging words, promising to support each other every step of the way and will always visit her as much as he can, and after this mission, she shall become the Sinistral Queen of Arcane.
Irles Filri smiled at him, her eyes filled with determination. She knew that becoming the Sinistral Queen of Arcane would not be an easy feat, but she was ready to embrace the responsibility and lead their people towards a brighter future. With their hearts united and their minds set on their goals, they set off on their journey, ready to face whatever obstacles may come their way.
with a warm passionate kiss, he stood up and wore his clothes after Ramiel once again kissed his beloved and went back to the place where he should have been sleeping miles away from where Irles Filri was,
Ramiel felt a sense of relief as he watched the volunteers slowly awaken from their slumber. The village leader, recognizing their efforts, distributed some much-needed provisions to ensure their journey ahead would be a little easier. With the battle wagon now fully prepared, they were ready to embark on their next leg of the journey, anticipating that it would take approximately ten days to reach their destination.
The hunters and mages that joined were eager to explore and gain experience, and while Ramiel used this time to learn more about the world, they were able to share many instances of raids from bandits and accidental encounters with monsters that frequently roam the area. They fought with other guild groups because of misunderstandings and pride, while within that moment Ramiel would visit his loved ones, spend the night with them, and return to them even before they noticed he was away.
his loved ones cherished the precious moments they spent together, knowing that his responsibilities as a guild member often kept him away. Despite the occasional conflicts with other guild groups and hunting requests even before they reached their true mission, Ramiel's experiences allowed him to grow both as a fighter and as an individual, forging lasting bonds with his fellow hunters and mages.
Each hunter and mage saw what capabilities and skills were, and among them, Ramiel stood out for being cautious and well-rounded.was a skilled fighter in both long range and close quarters; his movements were seen already refind and the control in his energy was top-class, earning respect toward his other piers,
Ramiel's ability to adapt to different combat situations made him a valuable asset to the team. His strategic thinking and quick decision-making skills set him apart from the rest, allowing him to excel in any given scenario. His comrades admired his dedication and discipline, knowing that they could always rely on him during intense battles.
some even speculate that Ramiel was hiding something, certain action and manners were not of a low-level hunter, but well-rounded. He was a quality that was remarkably inclined toward being a noble lineage, and his physical attributes were far too lean and toned for somebody new in this kind of business.
The fact he was a hunter whose main job was to track and hunt wild creatures either big or small and after returning never once went to see a medical guild healer, he has no scar on his body even if he was about to accomplish many requests single-handedly and some were even above his grade,
but because Ramiel value honour, respect, and loyalty more than any material wealth many of the hunters soon followed his way and found that certain feelings can never be filled with any amount of gold, seeing him strive to become a true warrior was hard but can be seen in his achievements, within those ten days, they talk among themselves and even question about Ramiels identity, slowly their suspicions were gaining traction as they were convinced he was more than what he leads them to believe
Ramiel's unwavering dedication to honour, respect, and loyalty resonated deeply with the hunters, who began to realize that true fulfilment could not be attained through material wealth alone. As they witnessed his remarkable achievements, their curiosity about his true identity grew stronger by the day.
It became increasingly evident that Ramiel was concealing a depth of character far greater than he had initially let on. The guild caravan was nearing the last town; they had to enter the only entrance toward their main destination, a canyon outer wall about 25 meters tall, above their heads that stretched more than 120 miles.
This huge wall was rumoured to have been created by a powerful elemental archmage six hundred years ago to divide and isolate the western region, which was known to be the hunting ground of two warring species: the Minotaur and the flying Harpies
They already face so many difficulties, but fighting two powerful mythical races was too much. Facing a Mnitaur was hard enough; they had to fight Harpys that could fly and attack them from above. Adding that they are in a dangerous location over which these two factions desperately want to gain control, the canyon opening path was 5 miles long, the pathway was thirty feet wide,
and the canyon walls surrounding the left and right sides have different cascading heights from the tallest of 20 meters. The treacherous terrain made it even more challenging for them to navigate and strategize their defence against the Minotaurs and Harpies. The team knew they had to come up with a clever plan if they wanted to survive this daunting journey.
especially considering the relentless attacks they had already endured from other enemies along the way. They decided to divide themselves into smaller groups, each assigned a specific task, to ensure their safety and increase their chances of success in reaching the coveted control point. The guild battle wagon was now empty,
as all hunters and mages were walking in a marching line, making sure to closely watch the sky, keeping an eye out for any signs of aerial threats. The leaders of each group had devised a strategic rotation system, allowing the exhausted members to rest periodically while others remained vigilant. Additionally, if they just had equipped themselves with advanced communication devices they can swiftly relay any warnings or sightings, ensuring swift and coordinated responses to potential dangers.
especially considering the relentless attacks they had already endured from other enemies along the way. They decided to divide themselves into smaller groups, each assigned a specific task, to ensure their safety and increase their chances of success in reaching the coveted control point. The guild battle wagon was now empty of guild warriors,
its once bustling interior now echoing with the absence of its fearless warriors. The members dispersed and carefully walked in this new terrain that they did not know of; even the wagon master was now unsure of which path to take. They relied on their instincts and the limited information they had gathered from scouts to navigate through the unfamiliar surroundings. As they ventured deeper into the unknown,
They could only hope that the hand-drawn map that was given to them was reliable and accurate, leading them to their destination. The weight of responsibility hung heavy on the two other wagon drivers, carefully treading the path slowly, knowing that the fate of their mission rested on their ability to decipher the cryptic symbols and landmarks on the map.
Each step forward was a leap of faith, as the fifteen guild reinforcement volunteers just walked alongside the wagons, knowing they could only trust in their collective intuition and unwavering determination to overcome any obstacles that lay ahead. With every passing mile, their resolve grew stronger, fueled by the belief that they were on the right path.
Cynrad Brunaulf and his team were the main attack team, while the rest were designated to be in defence, especially since they still had a few non-combatants with them; these were the wagon drivers and porters, who were responsible for transporting supplies and equipment. Despite not being directly involved in combat, their role was crucial in ensuring the team's success by providing necessary support and logistics. Ramiel was a well-rounded hunter that could cast low-tier attack spells, so he personally chose to be on the defending team.
The guild-affiliated reinforcement volunteer group of hunters and mages kept a watchful eye, ready to unleash their low-tier attack spells if necessary, while the non-combatants remained close by, ready to assist with any logistical needs that may arise during the journey. With each step, they remained vigilant, knowing that the success of their mission depended on their ability to navigate the treacherous canyon and overcome any potential ambushes.
Until they all saw the wide open area that was in the canyon, a place that had a sloping downward landscape and was surrounded by towering jagged cliffs with bones scattered all over the ground, including their broken weapons, the air was heavy with an eerie silence, as if the ghosts of the past still lingered in this desolate place. It was a haunting sight that left them wondering about the stories and mysteries hidden within those decaying relics. Arrows as big as a person could be seen all over,
piercing through the remains of more than two beings at a time, hinting at a violent past. The sheer magnitude of destruction and the absence of any signs of life sent shivers down their spines, evoking a sense of awe and dread. and across the open graveyard, or worse a feeding pit, s the connecting path leading out of the desolate place. The path, worn down by countless footsteps, seemed that some travellers were able to escape and were fortunate enough to survive the horrors within the same place they were now about to step foot in
As they cautiously trod along the path, they couldn't help but imagine the desperate struggles and harrowing battles that must have taken place in order for anyone to make it out alive. Their hearts pounded with a mix of fear and awe, wondering how many lives were lost and how many triumphed against all odds. The remnants of shattered weapons and faded footprints whispered stories of survival that echoed through the dense forest.
They were nearing the center When a sudden, strong gust of wind filled the area, even though it was enclosed and surrounded by the canyon wall. Ramiel heard a familiar sound that was unnatural. He shouted to Cynrad Brunaulf and the Wagon master to look up into the sky, and all they could hear was him as they noticed the sky being swallowed up by thousands of large arrows.
their sharp tips glinting ominously in the fading sunlight. Panic surged through their veins as they realized they were under attack. With no time to waste, they quickly sought cover behind the battle wagons and some behind the exposed remaining stone pillar, desperately strategizing their next move amidst the chaos and danger that surrounded them. Because the trajectory of the arrow was tilted at an angle that was lower, it instantly pierced the guild battle wagon like it was made of paper, obliterating and immediately killing nine porters inside, while the remaining survivors were severely wounded or now crippled for life.
After the volley of arrows, they all came out of hiding and heard thundering sounds of running beasts on the open, sloping ground; it was indeed a hunting ground, as hundreds of Minotaurs were changing at them, their hooves pounding against the earth. The Minotaurs charged with an unstoppable force, their menacing horns gleaming in the sunlight. The warriors braced themselves for a fierce battle, knowing that their survival depended on their skill and courage.
Ramiel was upset because he could have saved those porters if the second battle wagon driver hadn't lost control of his horses. Ramiel had warned him about the treacherous terrain, and the incoming attack, he was about to cast a protective barrier around the wagons but his rash decision to run away had fallen into fell on deaf ears, as fear consumed the second driver,
As the chaos unfolded, Ramiel couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility for the lives that were now in danger. He knew he had to act quickly to prevent further casualties and ensure the safety of his comrades.
This was no time to play around; considering Ramiel now understands the consequences of not managing the situation, unexpected and potentially disastrous outcomes could arise. It was crucial for Ramiel to act swiftly and decisively, taking into account the gravity of the situation and instantly acting accordingly. But even with all his power, hiding behind another persona was not actually helpful when you were faced with the uncertainty, fear, and urgency of the moment. Ramiel realized that he needed to embrace his true self and confront the situation head-on, relying on his own abilities and instincts to navigate through the challenges ahead. Only by facing reality and taking control of the situation could he hope to achieve a favourable outcome.
Hiding who he was meant to gain more insight into what this world was offering; exposing who he was will just ruin and potentially put him at a disadvantage in all aspects of the offering; his relationships with others and his ability to effectively solve a problem., Additionally, by concealing his true identity, he could gather valuable information and assess the intentions of those around him without any preconceived biases.
This would allow him to make more informed decisions and adapt his strategies accordingly. Furthermore, maintaining his anonymity would also enable him to maintain a sense of control and power over his surroundings. By keeping his true identity hidden, he could manipulate situations and manipulate people to his advantage, ensuring that he always stayed one step ahead in the mission. Additionally, this secrecy would add an element of mystery and intrigue to his character, making it harder for enemies to anticipate his next move and increasing his chances of success.
But seeing what just happened, his calculation was off, causing him to question the effectiveness of his hidden identity. He realized that relying solely on secrecy may not always guarantee success, prompting him to reevaluate his approach and consider other strategies that could enhance his abilities and improve his chances of achieving his mission objectives.
Soon a screeching sound was heard as multitudes of hungry Harpies came from behind the canyon wall, rushing towards them with their sharp talons and piercing screeches. The overwhelming number of enemies made him realize that his plan to stay hidden was no longer an option.
He quickly adjusted his strategy, utilizing his agility and combat skills to fend off the approaching Harpies while also seeking cover to regroup and formulate a new plan that was to go all out,