The Primeval Era-Chapter 92: Let’s Go! I

Damian stood atop the artificial mountain that he made from Lands of Stone that he now controlled.

It was a surreal thing.

But not as surreal as having had a conversation with a Behemoth Primal Beast who had told him to wait at this moment.

In his daze as he was thinking about many things, he didn’t realize how the figure of the Holy Daughter was floating around him. Her white-blue wings beat gently against the calming air as she circled his position, looking him up and down with those wing-shaped pupils that seemed to be cataloging every detail they observed.

She floated to his left.

Then behind him.

Then to his right.

And finally, she came to float directly in front of him.

He blinked and looked at her as if to ask what she was doing.

And she looked back at him calmly before she said...

"He called you Young Lugal."

BOOM!

Her words were penetrating.

"Your Uncle. Warrior Adam."

Her wing-shaped pupils seemed to be trying to see right through him, to pierce the layers of rough clothing and Dross mannerisms to find whatever lay beneath.

"He called you Young Lugal."

But Damian remained calm.

He had expected all of this.

So what if she knew his identity or even the possibility of it?

He remained still as she looked at him inquisitively and continued.

"Young Lugal is a title reserved for very few Anointed Ones across the Neolithic Empires. The heirs of the highest bloodlines. The sons of Emperors and High Chieftains who rule over millions."

Her voice was measured, analytical.

"What is a young prince doing in an Unbound Tribe?"

She asked such a question calmly, her eyes retaining that extraordinary air of power and immensity that marked her as someone born to rule.

And Damian didn’t bother about any of it.

"What are you, the Holy Daughter of the Covenant of the First Stone, doing in an Unbound Tribe?"

...!

At such words, the Holy Daughter raised her brows.

"Oh? Are you also being chased to be killed on sight by two different empires?"

Her voice carried a hint of dry amusement.

"I didn’t know. We should start a support group."

...!

Her gaze was piercing as she said this.

To this, he did not reply.

While he wasn’t being hunted by two empires, at least he didn’t think so, he wondered if the Murderous Saint and his forces even remembered or thought about the young boy who ran away eight summers ago.

He should be inconsequential to their plans or schemes right now.

They had won everything.

The Vakochev Empire was gone. His parents were dead. The bloodline that had ruled for generations had been reduced to a single crippled boy hiding among Dross farmers.

And now those same forces were proceeding to join hands with traitors from the Covenant of the First Stone to continue their ambitions. To expand their power even more. To swallow whatever remained of the Lands of Stone in this region that didn’t already bow to them.

He should be nothing to them right now.

The focus was on the Holy Daughter and her destruction.

Not on a ghost from eight summers past.

Serala took his silence calmly.

Then she spoke again.

"Depending on which empire you stemmed from, things could become even more troublesome for me."

Her wings folded slightly as she settled into a more comfortable hovering position.

"I would have almost been worried if it were before. But having asked around the tribe and knowing that you have been living here for the last eight years as Dross..."

She tilted her head.

"I should have nothing to worry about regarding your allegiances. Whatever empire you came from, you clearly have no love for them if you’ve been hiding here this long."

Her wing-shaped pupils studied him.

"Since you don’t feel like sharing, I won’t ask where you’re from."

She paused.

"Knowing what you know, you still chose to save me. This I have not forgotten."

Her voice grew more formal, taking on the cadence of someone making an official declaration.

"I told you that I will repay you, and as someone who understands the customs of nobility, know that I mean this."

Her chin lifted slightly.

"When the day comes when you are ready for this repayment, just tell me whatever you want."

Her wing-shaped pupils held his gaze without wavering.

"And I will give it to you."

...!

Whatever he wanted.

Damian almost raised his brows at this girl who seemed wise and dull at the same time.

Did she know what saying things like that to Warriors in the Lands of Stone could make them do?

Especially as the Holy Daughter of the Covenant of the First Stone?

She was essentially handing someone a blank promise backed by the authority of one of the Three Pillars. Men had started wars for less. Men had betrayed everything they believed in for less.

And she was offering it to someone she had known for barely two days.

He ignored her for now.

He looked out at the tide of beasts in the distance, their massive forms calm and waiting as the Inkanyamba communed with whatever forces it was communicating with.

In that silence, she asked another question.

"Do you really think this will work out?"

Her voice was curious rather than skeptical.

"In the Lands of Stone, men and beasts are as far apart as many things can be. We hunt them. They hunt us. This has been the way since before recorded history."

She gestured toward the waiting beast tide.

"What makes you think they will truly ally with a human against other humans?"

Damian’s reply was calm.

"In the Lands of Stone, some of the more fearsome Land and Sky Physiques are those that allow humans to take on terrifying features and characteristics that only rare Primal Beasts hold."

He turned to look at her.

"The Thundermane Physique that grants mastery over storms. The Abyssal Leviathan Physique that allows one to breathe beneath the deepest waters and crush enemies with pressure that would flatten mountains. The Starfall Phoenix Physique that lets one be reborn from death itself in flames that burn hotter than the sun."

His dark blue eyes held hers.

"The Void Spider Physique that grants the ability to step between spaces. The Stoneheart Behemoth Physique that makes flesh harder than any stone and grants strength to reshape the very Lands themselves."

He tilted his head.

"Many Ancestors believed that these Physiques appeared in humans because of their connection to beasts. Meaning that at some point in time, in the distant past..."

A slight pause, and with an extremly serious face...

"Some humans and beasts got together in the dark of the night and did the deed."

...!