The Primeval Era-Chapter 93: Let’s Go! II

Serala’s expression flickered.

"The offspring after that carrying mixtures of lineages that manifested as these powerful Land and Sky Physiques."

He shrugged.

"If humans and beasts can come together to do all that years ago, we can do something as simple as work together to make those responsible pay."

...!

Serala had been listening very calmly in the beginning to see exactly where his words were going.

But by the time she realized where they were headed, her eyes flickered as she looked at Damian with an expression that seemed to wonder if there was something wrong in his head.

At this time, the Holy Daughter also thought...

This guy could be wise sometimes and dull sometimes.

Did he really just use ancient theories about human-beast procreation as justification for an alliance?

And did he have to phrase it quite like that?

Amidst their discussion, something changed in the distance.

The massive body of the Inkanyamba, which had been surrounded by a storm of Mana and doing something that none of them could perceive, suddenly raised its head.

Its wings, which had been folded against its serpentine body, spread wide.

They flapped once, generating winds that scattered the lesser beasts below, and the Behemoth rapidly floated above them again. Its horse-like head oriented on their position, storm-filled eyes focusing on the two small figures standing atop the blood-soaked mountain.

Its gaze moved between Damian and the Holy Daughter.

Then those ancient eyes came to focus solely on Damian.

"Okay."

The Inkanyamba’s voice carried on waves of Mana, cold and measuring.

"The other Beast Lords are curious about your proposal."

Beast Lords.

Multiple Behemoth Primal Beasts, each ruling their own Sacred Mountain, each commanding forces that could devastate regions.

"One particular Beast Lord wishes to meet you first before we can try to proceed with whatever you want to do."

The Inkanyamba’s massive form shifted, lightning crackling along its scales.

"Beast Lord Masamuk. The Slime of Chaos."

...!

Beast Lord Masamuk!

The Slime of Chaos!

Damian heard such a grand title as at this point, there was no going back. He had proposed something outrageous, and now he would have to go through with it. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

So he could only ask...

"And where is this Slime of Chaos?"

The Inkanyamba’s eyes smiled with a devilish bestial light, ancient amusement flickering in those storm-filled depths.

"Not too far from here, human."

Its massive wings spread wider.

"Let us go."

...!

Without waiting for his words, the Inkanyamba began moving.

Its serpentine body cut through the air with speed that something so massive should never possess, heading in a direction that led deeper into territories Damian had never explored. The storm-clouds that composed its mane began to reform, gathering around its form as it flew.

And behind it, more than half of the horde of beasts followed.

They moved like a tide being pulled by an invisible moon, their massive forms rising and running and flying after the Behemoth that commanded them. The ground shook with their passage, but it was a controlled shaking now, directed movement rather than mindless destruction.

The other half of the beast tide remained where they were.

Calm.

Waiting.

As if they had been ordered to stay.

Damian turned to the Holy Daughter.

"Let Uncle Adam know that I am safe."

His voice was steady.

"I’ll be back in a bit."

And without waiting for any answer, his knees flexed.

The mountain beneath him responded to his intent, compressing slightly before pushing upward to add force to his movement. He made a large jump that carried him in the same direction that the Behemoth Primal Beast had disappeared to, his body becoming a streak of blue Mana against the clearing sky.

Serala watched him go.

She hovered there on her white-blue wings, her wing-shaped pupils tracking his diminishing form until he vanished over the horizon.

She wondered...

Did this guy have any sense of self-preservation or fear?

He had just jumped after a Behemoth Primal Beast to meet something called the Slime of Chaos, as if he were going for a casual stroll rather than walking into the territory of creatures that could crush him without effort!

But with such a thought, she looked at the calm, unmoving half of the beast tide below.

They waited with patience that seemed almost unnatural, hundreds of Primal Beasts simply standing there as if someone had pressed a pause on their existence.

Her wings flickered.

And she returned toward the tribe.

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Serala’s wings flickered as she descended toward the crimson-blue walls of the Purple Stone Tribe.

Uncle Adam was already there waiting, his weathered face tight with concern as he watched her approach. Grandmother Essun stood beside him, her gnarled staff gripped with white knuckles.

The moment Serala landed on the wall, Uncle Adam’s voice came out sharp.

"What happened? Why is he following that Behemoth?"

His eyes were fixed on the distant horizon where Damian had disappeared.

Serala looked at him calmly.

Then she looked at Grandmother Essun.

Then she spoke.

"The Behemoth Primal Beast accused humans of attacking their Sacred Mountains. Your Tokoloshe rejected their reasoning for the Primal Surge and demanded they target those actually responsible instead of innocent tribes."

She paused.

"The Behemoth asked if he had a better solution. He said yes. He offered to help the beasts hunt down and kill the Warrior who attacked their mountains."

Uncle Adam’s face went slack.

"The Behemoth called him a liar because humans always lie. So your Tokoloshe told it to consider him a vengeful ghost instead of a human."

Grandmother Essun’s jaw dropped.

"The Behemoth consulted with other Beast Lords. They are curious about his proposal. Now one of them, something called the Slime of Chaos, wants to meet him before they proceed."

She gestured toward the horizon.

"So he jumped after a Behemoth Primal Beast to go negotiate an alliance between regional humans and beasts against the forces of Warriors above Organ Sanctification."

BOOM!

Silence.

Complete and utter silence.

Uncle Adam looked like someone had struck him across the face with a stone.

Grandmother Essun’s yellow teeth were visible, but no sound came from her open mouth.

Serala tilted her head as she finished calmly!

"He said he would be back in a bit."