Heart of Blood: Heroes of the Demonic War

Years passed, and now it's the first period of the year, the north wind flowed from Lhatanya, bringing cold and stark weather down to Daenlora.

Nosra had learned a lot from all the town folks about all kind of thing, but more importantly is his training in the Vanquisher since its inception two years ago as a reaction toward the increasing amount of demons attacking the cities of the princedom.

Now he was the captain of a vanquisher corps, here in the eastern forest of Daenlora. Searching for the faintest trace of the Black Wolf in the snow filled forest.

"For what we came to here? To bring back bodies of a beast." A devure with golden eyes and short white hair spoke as he was following the group.

He wore a white outfit covering most of his body, while the others are wearing a black uniform of the Vanquisher. He appeared to be a temporary member of the corps.

"Oleva said that he wants to research the body back home." Nosra said with a firm voice.

"Tch…" His name was Fanrar Tryennar, or what people in his city proudly called him; the Fanrar of Flamehart, the champion of the Great City of Fire, capable of burning most demon to ashes leaving nothing behind but their evil spirit.

"Anyway, aren't you supposed to learn another technique other than just your flame? Why don't you practice my bloodflow while you are at it?"

His dark olive beige hair was twice as long as before, his brown eyes are sharper than ever, and his frame was larger than all of his comrade, even though he was never little by any mean, people had stopped calling him such.

He sighed, "Sure. Whatever."

Many days passed and the Black Wolf was yet to be found. All the footsteps they found are always getting covered by the snowstorm the following night, and no matter how fast they tracked its trace, the Black Wolf seemed to always maintained its safe distance, aware of the danger chasing it down.

With his patient running thin, Fanrar started to create a tall beam of light made of energy in the middle of the camp.

A special aspect can be felt from the beam, although Nosra cannot exactly pinpoint what it was. But not long after, the Black Wolf appeared in their camp's periphery, along with a dozen of other unrelated demons, all enraged by the beam of light.

The whole camp led by Nosra immediately started attacking the beast and the other demons. Most of them created weapons from their energy. But not Nosra, as he burst his blood from his body, making them float in the air. He controlled them without much of physical touch, just a string of blood was drawn from his body to the floating blood, attacking the Black Wolf with the small precise cut from all side.

The beast lost blood little by little, until Fanrar sensed that it was running out of energy and finished it off with a big slash made of blood right through the neck of the Black Wolf. The beast was defeated, although at a cost, the addition of other demons make the fight even fiercer than what they originally thought, and so amongst the 21 people that were a part of the expedition, 3 of them didn't make it in the end. Their body dropped dead amongst the demon's filled forest.

"Why don't you use that earlier."

Nosra was taken a back, curious about the technique Fanrar showed him.

"You see what happened, and for I want to make this into an experience tracking down a beast, but all that were in vain."

He hurried over to dragged away the carcass of the demon, pulling the large body with only one hand, he started walking to the west, leaving a large trail of awful smell and track behind his every step.

They soon came back to Daenlora, exhausted after all the fighting, they parted way, some went to their home, and some went to the Vanquisher headquarter. The expedition was a success, the demon that had been terrorizing the city for 7 years was finally no more.

"Oh, you're back, Nosra" said the Old Guard. "And the Black Wolf, huh." They met just outside of the old devure's house.

He was not the slightest surprised that the demons he only managed to drove away despite his upmost effort were now slain by the Nosra, or maybe the devure behind him. He sensed incredible power from that one.

"Where have you been, Sir?" In truth, the Old Guard had been away a week before the Black Wolf expedition.

"Well, I was forced to go through some sort of trial from the capital after I murdered someone important of them."

"You mean, the commander of the Vanquisher? I was wondering when you will do that, Sir." Nosra crossed his arms and leaned back.

"Well, it just happens to be that way… anyway, who is that?" His gaze turn to the one who was dragging the Black Wolf this entire time.

"He is Fanrar of Flamehart."

"Ah, I see, I've heard of your great achievement, so will you be staying here?"

"He… has been, Sir, I just use the other room next to mine."

"Is that so, well then, it's fine."

"Than you Sir, but for I won't be staying much longer I'm afraid, my Lord is calling me to deal with the influx of demon around the house's territory."

"Oh well, that's a shame."

The Old Guard and Nosra went inside the house, as for Fanrar, he needs to drag this body a whole lot more, the Vanquisher HQ is in the middle of the city.

Inside the house, the both of them were catching up about their lives, the way the old devure murdered the commander and the way Nosra slain the beast. It's almost like old time, but now they spoke more as an equal.

Nosra in the passing years had gained a lot of respect after much of his achievement repelling demons and making progress in the frontiers. He was now known as the Young Guard of Daenlora.

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"Fanrar…"