Chapter 18. Black werewolves invaded the Viste Bazaar

NIGHT was falling, the sky slowly becoming black as clouds covered it with a breeze that made the leaves rustle throughout the Viste Bazaar, the most famous market in the City of Renenxia, where numerous merchants resided. It was the largest of all city marketplaces in Renenxia and was located near the northernmost part of the City. The Viste Bazaar also held a variety of food and drink markets for all who visited.

This is one such place that people come to from the entire City to try its different wares, clothing, and other stuff. There were also lots of whiskies and rum stands that were quite popular with Renenians.

People dressed up in fancy, fashionable attire such as cotehardie, flax linen tunic, and long pants, but there was some common folk dressed as they usually did. Some seemed like ordinary folks walking down the streets, not wearing anything fancy, just trying to be as comfortable as possible.

In the corner of the Bizaar, Amiro was standing while checking all the materials he had bought for his evening study. He used to go here every time he needed something for himself, and this is why he noticed something odd. Tonight was different. There was an indescribable aura in the surroundings that made it seem almost like dusk, and that was the first time. The full moon hung overhead in the night sky, and soon as the people noticed, uneasiness dueled inside them.

They started whispering about what had caused this odd feeling within them. Many people walked quickly through the streets, their steps frantic, their faces worried, their eyes searching everywhere around them, excluding Amiro, who was still in a standing position.

"Full moon symbolizes that a bloody war shall occur," an old man spoke aloud as he tried to calm himself down.

Everyone stopped dead in their tracks as they heard him, including Amiro. No one dared to speak until the red mark of the line cropped up in the center of the full moon as if someone had marked it with an arrow, making everyone yell in panic as they ran away as fast as they could.

Amiro stayed motionless, walked closer to the weird man, and asked him in a barely audible voice. "Are you pertaining to the dragons and werewolves?"

Instead of responding, the man didn't articulate anything and just gave him a horrendous glare as he took off his hand, then he checked his palm solemnly. His eyes widened for a beat like he was in awe. "Be vigilant, young man. Be prudent in every step you make because sometimes, the people you trust the most is the one who plans to wreck you in the end."

That was the most horrifying utterance he had ever heard in his entire life. That was a kind of menacing word that dueled in his soul. He was about to enunciate something, but it stopped because the next thing that happened was chaos. A sudden force of powerful creatures hit every vendor on the street, making the whole market frenzy. The ground shook beneath them as they heard multiple cries, yells, and screams fill the air. Those are the werewolves from Lycan Blood Pack.

Amiro was flabbergasted upon witnessing the scene. There were six werewolves with black fur and sharp fangs on the ground, groaning aggressively. Everyone who caught the scene immediately took off, endeavoring to find shelter and escape from these creatures. Still, Amiro was shocked to see how these innocent people were killed quickly and easily without resistance or defense.

His jaw dropped, completely taken aback, and he couldn't stop looking on as more and more bodies fell one by one. The number continued increasing until it became impossible to distinguish which ones were dead and which weren't. He ran as fast as possible, utterly nervous because he knew he wasn't prepared enough to fight back due to his lack of skills. No matter how strong his fate was to fight against those creatures, he knew perfectly well that wasn't enough to conquer them all. Besides, he was just starting to learn to become a warrior and didn't want to make a rash decision.


ROBUST thunder and lightning rattling to the entire surrounding, which caused Darth to shut the window and return to where he was standing earlier. It's been two hours since she brought Hera into his residence. Hera was lying on a bed, completely unconscious due to the hefty circumstances that ensued earlier.

Darth was glancing at her, eyeing every inch of her face as if he had tried to read her identity.

'Who are you? Why do you keep summoning me?'

The two questions that keep reiterating in his mind since their first encounter until now, and he still got nothing but shattered hope.

While drowning in his profound thoughts, a loud noise from a harsh knock interrupted him for a beat. His brows crumpled until he decided to walk out and check whatever disturbance it was.

The moment he opened the door, he was startled to see his scholar student in a nervous state, who seemed to lose his breath. "What happened to you?"

Amiro was still in complete shock; he didn't respond; instead, he immediately walked inside and closed the door before facing Darth while catching his breath. After a few moments, he answered, "There was a pack of werewolves attacking the City! It was terrible. I couldn't get to anyone in time to save them."

Darth was silent for a second, then asked, "How many? How badly were they injured? Did they show their human form? And where?"

Amiro shook his head, swallowing the bubble of trepidation, and constructed the words he intended to express. "They were many. Like... big, strong, and feral. I don't know their exact numbers, only what they looked like. Their voices were deep and raspy, their growls were loud and scary enough to frighten everyone, but most importantly..." he trailed off, and his last word dueled inside Darth as if a thunder bomb exploded.