Without any time to properly digest the scene from act 1, mechanical voice announced the starting of act 2.
This act began showing the same boy now giving noble aura with a mature look on his face. Sitting on top of a dead demonic beast playing with the beast's demonic core, the boy gave off a majestic vibe.
The boy now was complete polar opposite of the boy from act 1. The frailness now long gone was totally replaced by undescribable mighty force. The exgageratted muscles underneath the skin made him look like a damned barbarian but it was better than the frail boy.
The scene shifted taking me inside the temporary hideout he used. Carrying the beast in his shoulders with a lion mane over his head, he looked like a reincarnation of a mythological character synonym to strength, The mighty Hercules.
He skillfully butchered the beast into pieces placing some fine meat in the fire he just created with the tips of his finger. Who could have thought this boy could be so skillfull with magic too.
Savoring the freshly roasted meat with delight on his face, the scarceness of food from act 1 now seemed like a myth. He was fully living his life with joy.
Every dark gloomy night is accompanied by ever bright dawn full of hope and prosperity. This boy was the living breathing proof of this statement.
The boy in his prime, stronger than ever hunting demonic beasts, practising magic as well as some crude exercises lived his life in abundance for months to come.
Even though this was a fair and stable life, he had not forgotten the promises he made to his dead family. He had crafted the ashes of his family into a pendant that he never took off from his neck.
I was happy for the boy who was also the first successor of the great necromancer Blane. The tragedy shown in the act 1 had left a bitter taste in my mouth but everything changed now.
The boy was in his teenages with a great physique blending into the jungle, killing and eating best of the demonic beasts living in a paradise. But the boy was doing all these with an ulterior motive.
He wanted strength to fight whoever had killed his family and he knew it would not be an easy feat. So training like hell everyday gave the boy a purpose, a will to live.
END OF ACT 2 ...
Just like before the scene ended followed by the darkess. This act showed the development of the frail boy with everyday he lived, he got stronger. Even though the change was small the boy relented, repeating the activites daily. Searching and fighting off stronger demonic beasts, practising his magical skills extending his reign in this forest.
After the similar pause of a minute or so, the mechanical voice marked the begining of the new act, Act 3.
ACT 3 ...
The boy now in his late teens started his journey of revenge.
He left the jungle behind moving towards the nearest human habitat. He met his first human after 8 years in the jungle.
He had forgotten everything about his time in the human society. Talking to a human being seemed a bit hard for him.
The brute who had killed such fierce beast with one arm had hard time recuperating into the human society once more.
Jumping from city to city he looked around for information. Any information that could match to the situation his hometown had suffered would provide him a lead. But every attempt he had was ultimately stopped in a dead end.
He had found out various instances about mysterious disappeareances of villages throughout his journey but due to the lack surviors every search lead to a abrupt halt.
His survival was a type of miracle. Every village that disappeared had no survivals. Even the pets and domesticated animals had disappeared leaving everybody senseless.
Various people had made countless teams to search for clues to uncover the mystery behind the disappeareances of the villages but to no avail.
Even the city had utilized various resources providing heavy grants and prizes to the person who uncovers the secrets but every hit was a miss.
It was like a blind man firing arrows at a rapidly moving target in the middle of the night. The chances of hitting the target was infinitely close to zero.
With every city he visited he met with failure. No one could provide a even a vague resemblence to what had happened let alone a definite answer.
But the boy relented every failure he met with strengthened the boy's conviction of uncovering the truth. He very well knew every injury he sustained that failed to kill him had only made him stronger. So he took these failure as a injury making it conviction stronger and stronger.
Moving through cities for information proved to be fruitless so he decided to go to some remote areas to search for clues.
Going through villages one after another searching for clues he repeated the cycle once more.
One day while en route to a very remote village he encountered a father daughter duo stranded in the middle of the jungle fighting off a pack of demonic coyotes looking beasts.
He had not encountered any demonic beasts in his journey as he had killed thousands of these beasts which had created a murderous aura that repelled the demonic beasts.
Sensing something off the beasts howled in the direction the boy was coming. The beasts later realizing they were no match for the foe that was coming towards them ran into the deeper jungle.
A bigger demonic coyote from the pack was still eyeing the father daughter duo but left after the relentless howls from his companions.
Finally seeing the coyote leave with heavily injured father in her arms the girl cried her hearts out. She and her father had returned home after trading some native goods with salt and spices.
The boy regretted not being able to fight these coyotes. He wanted to chase the pack as they could not have gone far but stopped the chase as he heard the girls cries.
Looking at the girl made his heart melt. He had a tingling sense in his stomach after a very long time. He had seen every type of girl throughout these years but none had ever made him feel this way.
Suppressing his feelings, he carried the girl's heavily wounded father gently and told her to show the way to her village. The boy would have not helped if it had been any other person.
The girl also sensing the good nature from the boy picked herself up from the ground and started leading the way towards their village even sharing the story of how they ended up in the situation.
The girl's village had a good harvest this year which helped them trade more and even make some profits that could be used next season.
Returning home with heavy goods loaded in their family's one and only donkey. Singing and dancing all the way the father daughter duo was very happy. As the village chief her father would be praised and the repect towards their household would have increased.
But all the noise they made and the smell of sweat from the donkey had attracted a pack of demon dogs from the forest.
The demon dogs attacked their donkey as soon as they appeared and ate it. They were also trying to eat her and her father but her father was a retired soldier and could fight the demon dogs off for a while.
But the demon dogs with their seer number attacked and injured the father heavily leaving him in his last breath.