The Primeval Era-Chapter 96: Vorrath I

As much as he did not show it externally, inside his mind, Damian had a sense of disbelief and amazement.

Ever since the power that he held was shattered eight summers ago, he knew that being a Warrior was an impossibility for him. Something that would never happen in his life. Something that he had mourned in silence during countless nights spent farming fields that should have been beneath him.

He remembered the Warriors of the empire who were so profoundly powerful that they could take to the skies and conjure the elements with a wave of their hands. He remembered watching them train in the courtyards of the Vakochev palace, fire and lightning dancing around their forms as they practiced techniques that seemed like miracles to his young eyes.

He remembered his mother and father.

And how on some nights, when he was young, as dangerous as it was...

His Ama took him in her arms as she soared to the skies.

As much as this was his first flight, it wasn’t truly his first flight.

Because the first one had been with his Ama. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

She had taken him to the skies above the Vakochev Empire when he was barely five summers old, her arms wrapped around him with warmth that promised safety no matter how high they rose. The wind had been cold at that altitude, but she had shielded him with her body and her Mana, keeping him comfortable as she showed him the world from above.

And she had pointed to everything.

"All this land that you see before you..."

Her voice echoed in his memory, clear as the day she had spoken those words.

"That stretches out from here to there and all the way there..."

Her hand had swept across the horizon, encompassing territories that seemed endless to his young eyes.

"All of this will belong to you."

Back then, she had told him how all the vast stretches of lands that he could see would belong to him one day. The fields and the mountains and the rivers and the forests. The tribes and the empires that paid tribute to the Vakochev bloodline. All of it would pass to him when he came of age.

He had looked at all of it with wonder and brilliance and naivety.

But he could never forget the times when his mother soared to the skies.

He didn’t even feel any bursts of Mana from her during those flights. She didn’t need technique or effort. She simply rose, as naturally as breathing, her Sky Physique carrying them both with grace that made flight seem like the simplest thing in the world.

She only held him in her hands.

And the skies at this moment reminded him of that warmth.

He felt as if the skies themselves were her hands, embracing him at this moment.

His heart shuddered with a sense of longing and pain as he thought about her!

The blue flames beneath his feet crackled with intensity that matched his emotions, responding to feelings he usually kept buried deep where they couldn’t hurt him.

And he could not help but think of that single letter of the Primordial Tongue that made all of these astounding things possible.

Persevere.

Persevere!

PERSEVERE!

He told himself these words three times as at this moment, while he felt the warmth of his mother in the skies around him, he swore that he would learn everything he could regarding this Primordial Tongue. That he would find out what other letters there were. And if there were glorious words that could give him even more than what he currently had.

He was thankful for its capabilities.

And he would find out more about it.

He owed himself that much.

As he was lost in his thoughts while feeling the embrace of the skies, a voice rumbled beside him.

"Human, so you are just not going to answer me?"

The Inkanyamba’s storm-filled eyes were fixed on him with an expression that mixed curiosity and impatience.

Damian shook his head and looked at this terrifying beast.

Being around it carried its own level of suffocation. This was a monstrous Behemoth that, not too long ago, he was only among those who feared things like this. Creatures that appeared in nightmares. Beings that destroyed tribes and changed weather and lived for centuries while tribes rose and fell around them.

Never would he have believed that merely days later, he would be flying near one while going to meet another.

Things had been happening so quickly that it felt like he didn’t even have the time to breathe in and truly take a look at all that was happening around him.

Because in the back of his mind, there was a thought that was ringing.

Are you really communicating with Behemoth Primal Beasts to try and take down someone that was likely an Imperator of one of the empires colluding together?

The voice continued.

You barely touched Mana again two days ago. You have not even fully gone against an Organ Sanctification Warrior. But you want to try and take on someone a level above it?

This was the voice ringing in the back of his head.

And this voice actually had logic within it.

But when he had the Primordial Tongue, logic seemed to take a backseat. The things that he could do seemed virtually endless. Mountains from nothing. Walls that lived. Flight from technique learned in seconds.

But he would definitely have to prepare.

So for now, he simply replied to the Behemoth Primal Beast beside him.

"I am as human as they come."

"Hmm..."

The voice of the beast rumbled beside him as it took this answer with an expression that clearly said it did not believe him!

They continued flying across the Lands of Stone.

Damian was doing his best to look at landmarks as they passed, memorizing the positions of distinctive Ancestral Pillars and unusual rock formations. He needed to make sure that if anything happened, he could return toward the Purple Stone Tribe on his own.