Bloodlines Of The Ancient Pantheons - Chapter 637

“Mmmh… and what was that?” the Overseer said again, marvelling that magical powers came from a human being, who, according to the Xis knowledge, lacked any spirituality. “My colleagues had told me that the powers of you human beings had increased a lot in recent years, but I preferred not to believe those words. However, you have a compelling aura, old man” he continued, never looking away from Kranus.

“It is evident that your knowledge is not as absolute as you believe. If you continue to underestimate our powers, one day it may be too late for you” Kranus said, leaving his comrades speechless, who watched him astonished, not believing that such a wise man dared to outrage the Xis with those sincere words.

“You were born here, on Skjold. Don’t you?” the Overseer asked again, curious about the truth, not knowing Kranus’s past, who did not answer the question.

“I guess so. I wonder where the powers of you human beings come from. I admit my ignorance.”

Just as the long black-haired Xis continued to talk to Kranus, who had unlocked his full potential, Bloodfang also stepped forward, alongside the ice wizard and growling subtly, inevitably attracting the enemy’s gaze.

“I don’t know much about you Frostsinners, but what I know is enough to order you out of my town right now” Thyrius affirmed, evidently filled with rage.

Freydis and Reidar, who were the only two left behind and decided not to challenge that dark entity, looked each other in the eye, fearing Bloodfang might make a bad end by succumbing to his uncontrolled rage.

“It’s your Gods, aren’t they?” the Overseer asked, without adding anything else.

A frosty silence suddenly fell, and the fear of answering that question was so dense that it overloaded the air. All the warriors present quivered from the desire to attack the invader and drive him away by force, but the fear shared by the two warchiefs was so intense that it curbed their fearless souls.

“Yeah, I got it… although we have exiled and weakened your Gods, you continue to believe in them… until they have worshipers, they won’t stop getting on our way. Eeeh… I knew we should have been more foresight about this. Well, apparently, 813666 isn’t here. I’m going to have to look for him elsewhere,” the Xis continued, whose feet touched the ground as if he suddenly stopped threatening the warriors in front of him.

“You have no idea what it’s like to ‘believe’ in something because you only believe in yourself”, Bloodfang suddenly answered, generating curiosity from the enemy, who began to look at him, rotating his head slightly.

“Believe? There’s nothing to believe. The only absolute value is our science, our technology, our supernatural capabilities. Dark Matter. Everything else is fantasy, an abstract concept that does nothing but make you who you are: inferior beings from elementary biology”, the Overseer replied.

“Blah, blah, blah… have you finished babbling nonsense? Since I was just a child, my parents have always taught me to love and worship the Great Wolf Fenrir with all my might, even more than I loved them. I was just a boy when I cut my own father’s throat with my claws to get his inheritance, which is the command of our sacred Clan, whose name you’re blackening. In my life, I haven’t had time for love for children or a wife. No… the only thing that has never abandoned me, and that has driven me to continue fighting is faith. Blood, war, victory and defeat. These are the only realities in this world and other worlds. You beings from the cosmos will never understand that.”

After his profound words, Thyrius clenched his fists and veins on his arms began to swell. The padded leather jacket for the winter widened, and the laces that closed it at the front tore as the chest and bust of the Claws of Fenrir boss increased in size during the transformation into a Werewolf.

The Overseer did not respond to Thyrius’ accusations and stood still in the same position, with the black dress covering his arms and hands, still standing along his hips.

The icy air emanating from the enemy, combined with that generated by Kranus’s staff, contrasted with the body heat released by Bloodfang’s transformation, determined to prove to the invader that the Claws Of Fenrir Clan would stop in front of nothing.

“Your lives are devoid of values. Unlike some of my colleagues on the council, I’m not going to kill you. I just think it’s an unnecessary waste of resources. Step aside and take over,” the Xis replied, speaking very calmly, while his piercing purple eyes were fixed on the fangs protruding from the Packmaster’s mouth.

Bloodfang’s transformation was completed, and, under the astonished eyes of his disciples, he managed to stand still and not act impulsively, keeping anger perfectly under control.

The fur behind his neck rose up, and his arms were resting on the ground, in front of his feet, ready to snap forward, while the ferocious beast saliva dripped over the street’s floor and his eyes red as the fire framed their next prey.

“You have tarnished the name of our Gods and that of the man who managed to save these people. You don’t deserve to live! Grrargh!” Bloodfang growled again, turning to Kranus, who received that message as a signal of attack.

Without further warning, the ice wizard slammed the lower tip of his staff to the ground, and the current of icy air around it was channelled forward, entering the terrain and extinguishing itself inside it, into the shallower layers of soil, flashing with a dim blue light.

Within seconds of that movement, an earthquake-like tremor shook the feet of everyone present, and from the point where the blue light had vanished, a gash opened into the floor of Klorr’s street, destroying tiles and making way for a shapeless mass of earth and ice.

The mash rose like a mountain upwards, and the ice permeated every molecule of earth, shading that mass, which became a vast, icy hand.