Soul Of The Primordial Remanent 19 Winged Serpent Tribe

An unusual number of their bodies turned purple while they rotted from lethal poisons. From inhumane cruelty, the corpses looked unrecognizable, only their shape looked human, nothing else. Even the children unspared from the cruelty while Restoresrs lined up their bodies. Marks of snakebite covered their bodies while a mix of thick saliva and blood oozed of their mouth. Witnessing their suffering, some Restorers severed their heads to cure them of their anguish.

The survivors looked miserable. Many had their guts cut open. The wound held together by ropes and torn clothes, preventing the intestine from bulging out. Their body smashed with blunt weapons. Bones shattered, protruding out of their skin. Tribeswomen had their faces burned, and worse, their honor was taken from them. Their eyes seemed dead inside.

Asnia with the other kids couldn't hold on anymore, and they threw up. The nauseous smell of the burned bodies permeated the air. They had never witnessed such a cruel scene.

Rais had experienced many b.l.o.o.d.y scenes within his vision, yet his body still shook from the brutality. His throat turned bitter while Ludos threw up and turning around as he couldn't watch anymore. He couldn't imagine how cruel the actual battlefield must have been.

The saw a few larger vessels approaching the sh.o.r.e, carrying women and children. Upon arrival, they jumped off the s.h.i.+p to start running. They gathered around their tribe leaders and shamans corpses to mourn for them.

Few surviving warriors from the tribes looked humiliated; they couldn't look them in the eye. While confronting their women and kids, their eyes became moist, tightly embracing them. They could do nothing for them, except to seek foreign help or die knowing their women and children be enslaved.

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Screaming for vengeance, their eyes turned bloodshot, they had dishonored the sacred totem engraved on their mind and body. They had dishonored their ancestors' glory, and they let down the people who believed in them. Nails dug into their palm, while their blood boiled from hatred and humiliation.

Stepping back, Rais and Ludos approached Mursina and Asnia to confront them about entering the Szronix's Garden. Though they stared back once again, marking ma.s.sive s.h.i.+ps further within the ocean. A majestic serpent covered the whole sail spreading its wings while the wind carried the pungent smell of blood and salt.

"The Winged Serpent Tribe," Asnia's eyes filled with horror while she embraced her sister.

"Rais, are they the ones who attacked Mursinas Tribe?" gripping his hand, clutching his teeth, Ludos inquired.

Staring at the Seven Winged Divine Serpent totem, Rais nodded, "second time this year, the Winged Serpent Tribe is becoming more aggressive by the days." Stepping away from the coast, Rais recalled the sacrificial ceremony at the outer perimeter of the forest. When he and Dinna rescued Silver, while nearly dying in the process.

"So many people settling here, will it anger the forest?"

"No, although these tribes arrived from the gra.s.slands, they are actually ancient tribes that were forced out of the forest. If you looked closely, you could see the various divine beasts totems carved on their backs. From what I learned, only the forest tribes still wors.h.i.+p the divine beasts in Ranatelia."

"If otherwise, they would be left to die, similar to many other tribes. If these tribe held no connection to the forest, they possess next to no value to The Restorers. After all, they are not running any charity. Remember the poster, it should have been for this occasion to recruit young talent with ancient bloodline with minimal effort."

"So this poster is too good to be true after all, my luck depended on the misery of others," Ludos allowed the poster to fall of his hand.

Anila and Sumaia, who larked deep within the sea, drifted further away to avoid attention from the Winged Serpent Tribe or the Throne Restorers.

Blood dripped down Sumaia's forehead while Silver bit into her head. "Come on cute little thing, I am not your food," she plucked him off.

Holding him in her lap, she glanced towards Anila, "are they going to attack?"