Chapter 250: Samar Patag

Chapter 250: Samar Patag

From the shadows, Vir spotted many exits. He saw the insides of shacks, dark alleys, and plenty of exits along the wall.

In all of them, the common theme was squalor. A disturbing thought crossed his mind. Hed either entered a slum, or the entire city was this way. He prayed to all the gods that it wasnt the latter.

Vir braced himself for the stench and exited a shadow into a deserted alley. His mental preparation did little good. The putrid smell of sewage and grime hit him with the force of Balancer of Scales.

Itd been so long since hed dealt with such putrid conditions that hed nearly forgotten just how horrid it was. Even then, this was worse than the Warrens at Daha. This was unliveable.

Nobody noticed his approachthe emaciated demons who sat slumped against the alleys stone walls either had their eyes closed, or looked off into the distance, defocused.

Are these all my people? Vir thought in horror.

Street after streetthere was little difference. This entire section of the city was a slum. An enormous, overpopulated slum full of starving, broken demons.

In the past, hed thought little of the plight of the poor. Hed experience poverty himself, after all. He understood what it was like. While pitiable, ultimately, everyone had to look out for themselves.Read latest chapters at nov(e)lbin.com Only

But now? How could he possibly think that way, knowing that this was the clan his parents and thousands of other Gargans had sacrificed their lives to protect? What would they say if they saw the city in such a sorry state?

Vir could no longer hide behind the excuse of ignorance. These peoples problemsthe citys problemswere the leaders problems.

His mind spun, reaching for ways he could help these poor souls.

While it might be within his means to feed, clothe, and house one or two strangers, how was he to do that for a city?

In some alleys, people moaned. In another, a mother sobbed over her infant child who was so emaciated that Vir surely thought it was dead. Then he saw its small chest rise. To his surprise and horror, he realized it was still alive.

Demons are more resilient than humans. Which also meant they could endure more hardship and torture before succumbing.

The weight of Cirayus expectations suddenly felt a lot heavier on Virs shoulders, and it was only the familiar sight of emaciated bandies roaming the slums that soothed his thoughts.

In a place where everythingfrom the people to the soil to the sunwas foreign, a familiar sight made all the difference in the world.

Wonder how Neel's doing, Vir thought, suddenly missing his old friend dearly.

It was stupid of him to have thought he could make a difference here. He had nothing. He didnt even have a spare coin he could toss their way; the few silvers he had on hand were barely enough for himself.

With clenched fists and ground teeth, Vir forced himself to move on. He left his Foundation Chakra closed.

It was all he could do for these people right now. Somehow, relying on the ability to calm his thoughts felt wrong. Like it cheapened the plight of the poor souls who had to live through this nightmare.

Vir couldnt ease their suffering. But he could at least share a bit of their pain.

Soon, the dirt abated and the roads became tidier, the buildings larger and less dense. Not well built or well maintained, but compared to the cesspool hed just left, this was comparatively a breath of fresh air. The smell was now at least bearable.

Vir soon arrived at a square in the middle of town, where plenty of activity occurred.

His first task was to find GreeshaCirayus contact in Samar Patag. The seer whod prophesied his birth.

Vir had mixed feelings about meeting that woman, and he hadnt yet had the time to meditate on his emotions. Hed simply have to work through it when he found her.

Cirayus had provided a descriptionan elderly, stone-faced red demon with white hair and red eyes that looked like they could cut you to shreds.

Shes the most dangerous-looking person in the room. And the loudest voice. Shell be the person in charge. Trust me, you cant miss her.

While Cirayus wasnt concerned about Vir locating her, he was less certain, so hed pressed the giant for more information. Locating a lone demon in a city of thousands would be a tall order, no matter how eccentric.

Luckily, he had another lead. The woman wielded Life and Shadow prana, which meant Prana Vision could easily locate her, assuming Vir drew within about thirty paces. His mastery over the ability had improved alongside his other skills, and with it, so had its detection range.

Vir jumped up to a rooftop. Unlike Daha, the builders here boasted pointed roofs, many of which were adorned with complex engravings of gods doing battle. The architecture was beautiful, in an austere way, to say nothing of the handful of temples hed come across. Multi-tiered and absolutely covered in gorgeous carvings, Vir had found himself enraptured taking them in.

A pity its denizens thought little of preserving that heritage. Vir spotted more than a handful of demons pissing on this ancient, beautiful art. Many had been so covered in grime and trash that they were no longer possible to discern.

Vir forced his attention back to the people ambling around. It was not only an excellent opportunity to train his Life Chakra, it allowed him to witness demons as they lived and went about their business.



Little kids who broke the law, showing their faces where Laborers aren't allowed. The guards all tensed. Now, I believe I asked for your badge...

For going where they weren't allowed? Vir thought incredulously. Even if it were the case, the guards' punishment had been far too severe. No, they were enjoying this. Every last moment.

Been gone for a spell, Vir said, shrugging. Im afraid the Phantomblades and Ash Wolves took all of my belongings. You never know how it goes when youre fighting one of those. You understand, right? The Ashen Realm is a mean place, deeper in.

The guards, whod been flustered and angry just moments prior, changed their attitude in an instant, though Vir wasn't entirely sure to what.

Vir wasn't yet familiar with their monkey-like expressions, which complicated his performance. Reading facial expressions was part and parcel of the actors toolbox, and Vir hadnt learned what a monkeys expressions meant.

Youve fought in the Ashen Realm? the guard asked. The suspicion in his tone was obvious, though there was something else, too. Wariness.

Good. I can use that.

Vir nodded slowly. NeelOf Ash.

Well, Neel old buddy, I guess youre a demonic warrior of the Ash, now, Vir thought wryly.

Of Ash? the guard said doubtfully. You? Youre what, not even forty years of age? Yet you claim to be of the Ash? You dare cast off your clan?

No such thing, Vir said. I merely wish to show the extent of my accomplishments there. I entered the Ash as a Clan demon. I returned as someone more. My age should only prove my capabilities.

Vir guessed the guard had misread his age by virtue of how slowly demons aged once they reached adulthood. That, and the chances of a teen becoming a Warrior of Ash were infinitesimal.

I hope you dont expect us to believe your story on faith alone, another guard said, sauntering up to Vir. His gear was a little nicer, and his helm had a red plume sticking up out of it.

Youre the leader? Vir asked.

That I am. And Im afraid we cannot let your claims stand. We require proof.

Vir nearly groaned. He knew where this was going. A test, then?

The monkey demon smiled. You see, we dont get nearly enough practice around these parts. And theres something about sparring that lacks stakes, if you get my meaning? I imagine a mighty warrior of the Ash would give my men quite the challenge. Dont you think?

Fine. Lets get this over with, Vir said with a sigh.

You wont fault us for going three-on-one against you, yes? Such numbers ought to be childs play for Warrior of Ash.

Vir did his best not to roll his eyes. I dont mind, he said, then turned to Darsh and Hetal. You two better leave. No need for you to get caught up in this.

O-okay, Hetal said but was interrupted by her brother.

Are you kidding me? Darsh exclaimed. And miss a fight between a Warrior of Ash and a bunch of Kothis? Id rather eat Ashva dung than miss this!

The boys colorful language prompted a chuckle out of Vir. Fine, he said, but make sure you stay well away. I dont want to explain to your mother why either of you got hurt.

Darth nodded vigorously, even as he stepped closer to Vir. His sister pulled him back, stopping only when they were a solid thirty paces away.

They werent the only ones watchinga throng of demons had gathered and now surrounded them, crowding in from all around the plaza.

Well, good thing Im in disguise, Vir thought. He really didnt want to be causing a scene so soon after entering the city, but there was little to be done about it now.

Besides, thisll be a good opportunity to see how demons fight.

Vir turned to the lead guard and gripped his katar. Dont blame me if your units unfit to resume their stations after.

The monkey grinned. Oh, you wont need to worry about that.

Vir cracked his neck, returning the grin in full.

Its your funeral.

The monkeys smile dimmed slightly.

Hmm. This might actually be fun