บท 7: The Founding Members
(Alternate POV)
Kral was sitting on the back of a saddled horse, slowly gaiting alongside the rest of his party as well as the caravan that they were sent to assign. It had been just a little over a week since the preliminary rounds of the Adventurer's Promotion Exam and they had been one of the 3 parties to advance to B Rank. The second part of the exam required them to undertake a series of 3 B Ranked missions, which is where guarding the caravan came in. The other two missions revolved around wiping out a village of Orcs and slaying a Dark Chimera that had taken refuge in a nearby cave, the escort mission was the last.
The caravan they were guarding was filled with various rare materials and belonged to a rich merchant from the city of Palbad, hence why high ranked adventurers like themselves were sent to guard it. Though they didn't know the exact contents of the caravan, the importance the Guild placed on it made it more than worthwhile to guard it, they might even get an extra award outside of the exam.
Seeing the carriage ahead of him slow to a stop, Kral glanced at the warrior opposite him, Ezket. Judging by the look that he received in return, he didn't know what was happeneing either, both opting to edge closer to the front in the hopes of avoiding any danger that could wait ahead. Just as abruptly as the carriage stopped, a sound of clattering weapons came from in front of the duo, prompting them to rush to the front.
As they arrived at the scene, more clattering was heard as their own weapons dropped to the floor, alongside that of their comrades. In front of the group was not something that any of them had seen before, nor was it anything they could explain. Suspended in the air was a large crack that spread into thin, spiderweb-like protrusions that covered about the size of a castle gate. Everyone, including the merchants that had stepped from their own carriages, looked at the mysterious structure with a mix of awe and reverence, Kral himself included. Watching his party members edge closer to the crack caused a flash of conscience in Kral's mind, waking him from his stupor.
"Everyone! Pick up your weapons! We don't know what that thing is, it could be dangerous!" (Kral)
Seemingly recognising their own mistakes, the members that had gotten closer slowly edged back to the weapons on the floor, before slowly picking them up, though they didn't avert their eyes from the mysterious crack.
After about a minute of collecting themselves, the party advanced again towards the mysterious crack, with Kral acting as the vanguard. Though it didn't take long for the party to reach the edge, every step felt like a mountain was being pressed down on their backs, causing them to slowly bend their bodies under the pressure. By the time they were in arms reach of the crack, even the warriors at the front were panting for breath with sweat pouring down their faces, not to mention the physically weaker mages at the back. Even Alda, the party member with the highest pure strength, couldn't help but breathe heavily in a vain attempt to hide her fatigue.
As they reached the foot of the web-like structure, the pressure stopped completely, as if it hadn't even existed in the first place. What replaced it however, was a blinding flash of light, causing all of the party members to either squint or close their eyes completely. With Kral directly at the front, he received the full brunt of the light, causing him to yell in pain whilst he raised his shield in anticipation for the attack to come. 1 second turned into 5 that quickly turned into 10. As the pain didn't come, Kral slowly opened his eyes and saw the surroundings he was now in.
A forest with trees taller than any he had seen stood tall around him, as well as the other party members that were sitting by his sides. A sense of confusion flooded his head as he continued to dart his eyes around, trying to gleam any inking as to where the crack had taken him. As he was looking around, his party members began to do the same, though confusion began to cover their faces too as no sign of the crack was left behind.
Just as Kral was about to speak up, his danger sense exploded inside his mind, overruling all of his other emotions. Swinging his body to face the opposite direction, Kral and the rest of his party laid their eyes on two figures in front of them. Presumably another party that consisted of a female mage and a male warrior.
Of the two, the female mage was noticeably younger, with bright orange hair styled to spike up at the right side, with her similarly coloured irises eerily sitting in her eyes. She wore a red leather vest with a single fur pauldron sitting on her right arm, alongside vambraces that matched. Her bottom half consisted of the same red leather pants, with a belt of yellow fabric and metal leg guards that led into a pair of brown boots. What stuck out the most about her however, was neither her ripped outfit nor her piercing gaze, it was the blue tattoos that covered the entire left side of her body, bar her face, alongside the overwhelming amount of mana that surrounded her like a shield, making her feel almost divine. The party felt an indescribable pressure when looking at her, likely caused by the mana, which made them sweat as if they were back in front of the crack once again. With some party members making a connection, they tried to speak up, but as they did, the warrior next to her stepped up.
Fear, that was the only way that Kral could describe it. Pure, unadulterated fear. If the feeling he got from the mage was oppression, then the feeling that he got from the warrior in front of him was like an aura of death, causing some of the weaker willed party members to shake in fear, though Kral, Alda and Ezkel managed to raise their heads and gaze at the figure above.
The man in front of them seemed to be around two metres tall with short black hair and a scar running across his nose. Though his body was completely covered with a black cloak, the trio could see the armour protruding from underneath, as if threatening to pierce through the cloth.
The contrasting image of the two was almost mesmerising, unknowingly causing the party to stare at them. Before they realised what they were doing, the female mage spoke up.
"Dad... Who are these people?" (Lilith)
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If anyone wants to see the image of Guts this description is based off of, here you go: http://orig07.deviantart.net/9e1f/f/2010/043/0/1/gattsu__by_denoro.png
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