THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS GORE BEWARE!
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"Alright everyone , gather around.It is time we march on to slay the villainous goblins!"
Keer dramatised her actions as she spoke to the crowd of about a dozen kids , with one thing in common , they all had marks.
The marks were of different colours , majority of them had brown , blue , orange and cyan. Whilst only three of the dozen had black , green and white
Generally the colour of your mark made it clear which element you were attuned to ; brown was earth , blue was water , orange was fire , white was neutral , cyan was wind , black was darkness and green was nature , once in a while a variant marked might be born one with a purple coloured mark but those were rare.
One wouldn't have any abilities upon awakening their mark unlike those with a bloodline , they only had slight control over their said element.
For example a water marked may only be able to create a small puddle on the ground , an earth marked could move a bunch of rocks and so on. To be able to use abilities one needed to train in battle techniques.
And to train in battle techniques one needed to have a cultivation base , these were generally put into realms as well consisting of , from low to high , Marked , Upper Marked , High Marked , Grand marked and Mark King.
These were the realms known throughout the world and even oblivion and High beasts followed it.
Of course all of the dozen kids were provided with the barbarian cultivation technique and they showed some talent with it , so Keer was exceptionally happy and surveyed them with a proud look as they giggled at her earlier statement and dramatisation.
She instructed the kids to pick their preferred weapon and then they immediately set out course to the goblin tribe.
They had little to no trouble from the beasts of the forest as they could sense Keer's strong aura that leaked from her body.The beasts where self aware so they quickly understood their place and backed off.
With little to no time taken at all they quickly saw the outline of the tribe and they were not too far off so they picked up their pace , the children with a spring in their step discussed excitedly about being heroes and what not.
"When I see a goblin I'm gonna chop its head off with my sword , the I'll be known as Kyle the goblin slayer hahahaha."
One of the kids excitedly declared only to earn a scoff from his peer.
"Hmph , oh yeah? , well I'm smash it's head in with my hammer and I'll be known as hammer king Ceil."
Keer looked at this and shook her head , these kids. Thinking that killing was something simple. She thought but quickly went back to focusing on the the tribe that was now in sight.
"Be quiet , we approach the home of the goblins."
She quietened the kids down and they approached the tribe stealthily but she quickly noticed it was oddly quiet....too quiet. Keer became wary , had the goblins known of their attack , she didn't know how that was possible.
After all only she and the man knew about the attack , so she ruled out that possibility instantly. Then what could it be?
She wracked her brain for a while before two simple words popped up in her mind.
'Mark awakening'
This was the most logical explanation, after all how could the tribe be so quiet at this time. She instructed the kids to march stealthily as they jumped over the crude wooden fence and entered the tribe.
This was a golden opportunity, she would catch them completely off guard and slaughter them. A vicious glint shone in her eyes as she had these thoughts.
They made their way into the tribe without a hitch and found that the houses were completely empty , this was way too odd even if the awakening was taking place not everyone would attend.
She was confused but never stopped their march and her questions were answered not too long after they're appearance.
There in an open space with a sacred statue , lay the mutilated bodies of the goblins she ventured to slaughter , the scene was unbelievably cruel. Limbs lay sprawled everywhere chunks of flesh missing from their bodies , some weren't even possible to call corpses.
Wretching and puking came from the dozen kids behind her , Keer scrunched her brows . Even she felt her stomach turn at this sight this was simply too evil but what worried her the most was the large cocoon seemingly made of blood floating above the goblin corpses.
It pulsated like a beating heart , with large black veins streaking it's exterior. She didn't know what was inside and she did not want to find out nor would she let whatever it was come out of that cocoon.
She felt unspeakable terror coming from it , her legs shook and cold sweat ran down her back , she was afraid. A fear so raw her will to fight was shattered.
Although she felt this way she knew , somehow , she couldn't let whatever was in it live it was like an instinct telling her to do it even though she was afraid.
She unsheathed her great sword and gripped it so tight her knuckles were sheet white. She completely ignored the dozen kids puking and crying behind her and approached the cocoon with slow and shaky steps , she breathed heavily and she was drenched in sweat at that point.
Once she was up close she could smell a disgusting stench of blood assault her nose , she almosted wretched but she swallowed it back and raised her great sword above her head but it never did descend.
She stood there motionless staring upon the blood cocoon , her body suddenly shook and the great sword fell to the ground and she to her knees. The kids were confused , Keer turned her head slightly and only said one simple word , one that the body could carry out even subconsciously.
"Run."
The children became scared , that's when to their horror a bloody tentacle shot out of the cocoon and stabbed a gaping hole into Kerr's chest and pulled her up off of the ground.
She spat a mouthful of blood onto the tentacle but it was quickly absorb just like it was doing to the blood in her body. He body slumped in mid air , dead. It was only then that Keer's last command take effect as the kids began running for their lives alas it was too late.
Numerous bloody tentacles shot out of the cocoon and pierced every single one of them as they screamed , begged and cried for their lives which fell upon deaf ears.
Their bodies were sucked dry and left to rot like the others. After absorbing the blood of all the barbarians the cocoon began to crack open to reveal a naked figure slowly being let down onto the blood stained ground.
Silky white hair reaching his back , brown skin that shone with a slight bronze sheen , an oval face with slightly pointed ears, red lips a button nose and red and gray eyes which looked otherworldly . This was an ambiguous attractiveness but not borderline feminine, his sharp jawline added a little masculinity to his face.
The figure..no Kazamir had been reborn. He surveyed his surroundings calmly and slowly let out a breath and muttered.
"Huuu , insignificant beings."