The sounds of furious engines with an intense amount of horsepower rang from all directions. His heart skipped a beat when, with the sonic perception he somehow possessed, over thirty heartbeats were picked up.
'Fuck, there are a lot of them.'
The situation he was in wasn't pleasant. From just one look, they could tell he was responsible for this chaos, as he was the only one alive.
'Sigh... stab yourself,' Borack spoke.
He was now buried within Victor's consciousness and pretty much knew everything about him.
'What do you mean?? You crackhead dog! I just woke from my demise a while ago, and now you want me to die again?' Victor replied harshly.
'The only reason I haven't taught you a lesson for calling me a dog is because we're in a hurry.'
'Now calm your small brain down and listen to what I have to say if you don't want to be fighting thirty champions that far exceed your weak ass!' Borack barked at Victor.
'Come to think of it... I am needed by this Darkgod, so I can't be killed,' Victor thought.
The Shadow Wolf was pretty much his protector—or he would have been dead by now. Simply put, the bloodlines within him were his protectors, so he could trust them, for now.
After listening to the wolf's directions, Victor complied without hesitation, though a bit reluctant at how crazy it sounded.
Monster trucks that were eight feet tall came into view, meters away, engines raging as thick flames shot out from the exhaust pipes.
The massive tires dug into the charred soil, strong enough to scale hills, making these highly dense sandy grounds nothing to them.
The vehicles came to a halt as people rushed out, surveying the surreal scene.
The destruction was beyond their imagination—everything was completely gone for miles, leaving only a blank space.
When the beacon was activated, they had predicted danger, because it wouldn't have been activated unless the threat was beyond the hunter's level.
They had thought it was some high-level Drak beast, but no beast could be seen—besides the person who had sent the distress signal about what they had faced.
The shrill sound of a telecommunicator rushed into Victor's eardrums, irritation clearly written on his face.
He casually tapped the right side of his ear, and it illuminated with a blue light before a voice spoke.
{Captain, they all seem to be dead. I can't quite discover what kind of beast did this,} the person said, then suddenly continued.
{Scratch that! One of them is still breathing...}
{Get the paramedics here quickly!} the person shouted in the background.
"Hmm... How many bodies are present?" the captain questioned.
{There are five bodies, sir!}
"Send me the database of this individual as soon as possible."
{Yes, captain...}
There were questions that needed answers about this event. If it had been a Drak with intelligence, it wouldn't have left any survivors, as they despised humans.
But those questions could only be answered when the survivor woke up.
The captain, standing atop a large hill, stared down as the survivor was taken into a vehicle and transported on a stretcher.
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"I told you it would work. You now have a start to explore how the world changed!" Borack spoke, scoffing at his last words.
"Why do I sense sarcasm? Besides, how much could have changed..." Victor trailed off, contemplating.
He didn't know what had changed after his passing. From what he knew, hunters now slayed Draks to earn money. This was no longer the world he remembered.
In his time, they weren't hunters, but military personnel, doing their utmost best to die protecting what was left. Instead of requesting money, they just requested that their families stay safe.
'Looks like the world's rotting. I guess I have to set it right along my path of vengeance. My death will be paid for by all those who ruined my battalion and me... caused my son's death. I don't care if I have to become the villain.'
'Hehehe, who wants to be a hero anyway with this power I'm blessed with, ahhh!' Victor chuckled lightly.
'Hmm, I guess Azrael didn't expect the one he selected to be as crazy as him. Vengeance sure is sweet...' smiled the Shadow Wolf within Victor's consciousness.
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"Doc, can he possibly survive?" the captain questioned with uncertainty.
"I have no idea. Whatever caused these cuts was incredibly sharp and dug through chunks of flesh," the doctor said grimly.
"Not only that, he suffers from a critical amount of blood loss. I can't see a way a normal human could survive this, unless some miracle occurs."
The tone of his voice alone carried no hope. The damage to the person before him was simply too severe.
At first, he thought it might have been self-inflicted injuries, but who in their right mind would do that to themselves? Unless the person was unstable in some way, which was unlikely for a hunter to be.
At the moment, they were inside a room located within a truck burdened with a huge container, sealed with layers of steel three inches thick.
It had the power to shield from a speeding bullet without even leaving a dent.
The carbon fiber strongly covered the front of the driver's station, along with bulletproof glass. The truck's completely black color made stealthy movements through the darkness of the night.
Seven monster trucks surrounded this container carrier as the vehicles moved. The scenery changed to a desert landscape that seemed completely void of life.
One of the drivers leading the team at the front suddenly noticed something up ahead.
"What in the world is that..." he murmured.
He picked up the telecom and was about to speak into it when...
Out of nowhere, something shot up from the sand with astronomical force, impaling the truck on the spot. It went right through it like it was nothing.
"Fuck, stop the trucks!"
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