This is getting interesting.
...
Wahh!!
Screech—
AHHHH! I killed them...
Sorrowful cries reverberated the air; the sky cackled, and lightning resonated with his cries.
Like an earthquake, his anguished laments caused a chaotic disturbance upon the ground.
Chrove's mouth twitched, forming a unique smile, as though his gaze lingered with malice that was solely directed at Neil. He wanted this talent, this pawn; the more twisted, the better. This, however, carried great risk; he was, after all, the one who had slaughtered Neil's tribe.
I want this, he thought, but... this sight is truly horrifying.
Chrove anticipated the young man to be talented, but he would have never expected that his cries would resonate upon heaven and earth.
Neil's talent and luck were terrifying.
With his vast experience, he knew what followed such misfortune: a fortuitous encounter. So what if it's a fortuitous encounter? he mused. I can twist it into a fated encounter.
While Neil lamented over his loss, his cries emptying his voice, Chrove plotted how to deal with the fragile man before him. It was a truly unique fated encounter.
Time passed, and brilliance filled the air.
Three silhouetted figures rushed toward the mountain, drawn to the scene of bloodshed. Their faces twisted in horror upon seeing the aftermath.
There were no more cries, no laughter, only remnants of demise. The walls lay in ruins, houses reduced to debris. A scene emptied of life, a village ravaged by monsters, a land forsaken by the gods.
"What the hell happened here!?" an elder man boomed. His voice was deep, exuding a powerful aura. "It can't be that a monster tide appeared! It was supposed to be next month!"
His voice echoed, making the faces of the two young women turn grim at the destruction before them.
The village was in ruins; signs of life were absent. Resources had been ransacked; the bloodstains darkened, and the stench grew heavier.
Carcasses of monsters lay scattered on the ground, each marked by profound slashes.
"Elder! This..." the two young women shouted in unison, their tone solemn.
"These slashes are by no means normal." The elder's brow furrowed. There were no such experts in this village before, he thought, surveying the scene.
"Investigate the source of the tide." His voice was hoarse, but the two women quickly complied, shouting, "Yes, elder!"
As they scoured the remnants of the village, Chrove stared intensely at the three figures. He assessed their battle capabilities through their movements and tone.
The old man was likely the leader of the group, and the two young women seemed assigned to assist him.
With his enhanced insight, he felt the balance of power among them. 'It will be trouble to deal with them, especially that old man.' He sighed, glancing at the young man behind him—Neil, pale and unconscious.
'I will deal with those three before I deal with you.'
A wicked smile crept across his face, his eyes flickering with malicious intent.