Chapter 277: Garrison at the Edge of the World
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Chapter 277: Garrison at the Edge of the World
Vir was no stranger to hardship. Having endured years in the Ashen Realm, having fought day in, and day out against hordes of beasts, each powerful enough to decimate a city, his mental limits had soared beyond most mortals. Yet even he eagerly awaited the caravans arrival at the Ash Boundary two days later.
To say the conditions within their cage were squalid would be a disservice to the truth, and while Vir required far less food and sleep than most demons thanks to the prana that surged within his body, the cramped confines and the stench of unwashed bodies was starting to get to him.
Not even Balagras transformation could alleviate that. True, the naga suddenly shifting into a bipedal purple demon had simultaneously shocked Vir and freed up significant room within the cage, but ruminating about how impossible such a feat ought to have been only kept Vir occupied for a day before he came to terms with it.
There was much, it seemed, that Vir didnt know about the Demon Realm. Nagas apparently had three forms. The half-serpentine one Vir had seen, a fully bipedal form, and a fully serpentine form resembling an Ash Beast.
Because of these unique abilities, some thought them closest to the godshailing from divinity.
Vir was thinking about naga physiology when the caravan approached the Boundary. Vir felt it well before he saw it.Visit no(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience
Prana density increased steadily, and for the first time since entering the demon Realm, Vir no longer felt like he was in the middle of a barren desert of prana.
While it was nowhere near the levels he was used to within the Ashen Realm, plants flourished, and the land looked overall more alive. Vir used the opportunity to bolster his Prana Armor.
To his surprise, however, the caravan stopped well short of the shimmering Boundary wall itself. So far, in fact, that Vir had to strain his eyes to make out the details.
The Boundary here was somewhat different from the human realm. There, it had spanned flat plains, rising like a wall into the sky. Here it bisected great mountains, as though a grand curtain had been draped on top ofor rather, throughthem. To enter the Boundary, one had to either scale the peaks, or find a suitable pass, which, judging by the rocky, steep terrain, was easier said than done.
Vir guessed the Garrison was set so far back to buy them a measure of safetyas dense as the prana was, itd be incomparable to the levels right next to the Boundary. Ash Beasts wouldve lost a good deal of their bodies prana by the time they made it there. A good strategy for dealing with the beasts, though at the cost of some of the most bountiful land in the realm.
The garrison itself was well built, and if Vir hadnt known better, hed have guessed it was constructed and maintained by a different clan than those who occupied Samar Patag. Then again, it had to be sturdy to have any hope of withstanding attacks from Ash beasts this close to the Boundary.
Its wooden palisade walls were constructed of thick trunks, easily a pace in diameter, and over twenty in height. Unlike Samar Patag, whose walls were bare and exposed, the garrison boasted a line of pikes dug deep and pointed out, ready to secure any Ash beasts that tried to attack. Furthermore, a dry moat surrounded the wall, with a drawbridge spanning the gap. The moat also boasted pikes that were embedded into the ground, ready to skewer any Ash Beast unfortunate enough to fall inside.
The blood that stained the pikes and the gashes in the timbers spoke to their sturdinesstheyd withstood Ash Beast attacks, and survived. If there was a silver lining to the prisoners plight, it was that theyd be safe within those walls.
If they remained within those walls, of course. As they neared the Garrison, Vir found hundreds of demons, lying or sitting outside. Most carried weapons, though only some were armored, and many suffered from injuries that went untended.
The rabble, Vir thought darkly. Likely prisoners themselves, or those whod contributed the least to the defense of the Boundary.
Peeking over the bridge as they passed, Vir spotted work crews lighting fires to burn the corpses of Ash Beasts that had fallen in. The bodies look fresh, which meant the garrison had only recently suffered an attack. Whether a common occurrence, or a result of the stampede that attacked Samar Patag, Vir couldnt say.
Virs eyes passed over his fellow cagemates as they entered the Garrison. The morale among his fellow prisoners had been low to start, but now, it had hit rock bottom. Not a single conversation could be heard, and most gazed lifelessly into the horizon. The rest muttered prayers under their breath or wept silently.
At least Vir had a mindscape he could retreat to, where he either meditated in the peace of the Godshollow, or fought against Ekanai, training his Life Chakra. The others werent so lucky.
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You will learn to survive, the Overseer continued. Or you will die. Perform well, and you will be rewarded. Better clothing. Better armament. Better training. And yes, better food and accommodations. Excel, and you might even find a spot for yourself within the safety of this Garrisons walls.
The prisoners stole glances at each other. Some had already come to the same conclusion as Vir, while others looked about, confused.
You heard me right, the Overseer continued. I hope you didnt think youd be sleeping in here, did you? he swept his arm across the garrison. That privilege is earned. No, youll start outside, with the others. If you survive your training, youll be granted tents, and you oughta thank us for that. Perform well on your Guardian Rankings, and you can earn even more.
But what of the beasts? a prisoner asked. Wont they attack us?
The kothi cracked a nasty grin. Im glad you asked. Consider it an opportunity. You all get first blood when they attack. And yes, they will attack. Fight well, and youll be promoted to patrol duty. Do well there, and we might even send you into the Ash!
Thats suicide! another prisoner shouted. Id rather die by hanging than take my chances in there.
The Overseer eld up a finger. A flash of prana arced out from the prisoners collar. He twitched for a single moment, then crumpled to the ground.
His corpse was being hauled away before anyone could even react.
Insolence will not be tolerated, the Oversees said. Theres always one I need to teach the hard way. Do learn. Killing you costs us a good deal of coin, you know?
The crowd was deathly still.
Good! To answer the demons question, yes. Survive in the Ash, and youll be granted a Chitran Laborer Calling. Your criminal records will be wiped, and you can return to living whatever sorry lives you used to lead.
What a load of Ashva dung, Balagra muttered from beside Vir.
Theyre lying? Vir asked, eyes darting around to see if any of their guards had heard Balagras slander.
Who knows? Ive never heard of anyone surviving long enough to take them up on it. They talk of earning weapons and armor, but I saw what they dole out. Useless pig iron. The rejects of their forges and foundries, most like. With such equipment, we have no chance in the Ash. Even if we survive the prana poisoning.
Quiet! the Chit Overseer barked, silencing the prisoners. Now, all of thats only if you perform. Fail, and you die. Run away, and your collars activate. well hunt you down.
Vir agreed with Balagra. The Chits might dangle the carrot of freedom before these prisoners eyes, but what sense did it make to allow their convicts back into society where theyd cause more harm? It was just a ruseone designed to get the prisoners to work themselves to the bone on the dim hope of a better life.
In reality, theyd perish, fighting an endless war against the onslaught of beasts from the Ashen Realm. Why let the unwanted rot in a jail cell, when they could be made to fulfill a far more useful purpose before they die?
Vir thought he was going to be sick.
Now, listen up! The Overseer said. Im going to tell you what will happen. You pathetic chals are going to follow me outside, where youll be assigned your berths. Then, six hours from now, youll assemble.
For what? a prisoner asked.
Evaluation! Excel, and youll be awarded. Fail, and you will be punished. And may Yuma help those who do.
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Chapter 277: Garrison at the Edge of the World
Vir was no stranger to hardship. Having endured years in the Ashen Realm, having fought day in, and day out against hordes of beasts, each powerful enough to decimate a city, his mental limits had soared beyond most mortals. Yet even he eagerly awaited the caravans arrival at the Ash Boundary two days later.
To say the conditions within their cage were squalid would be a disservice to the truth, and while Vir required far less food and sleep than most demons thanks to the prana that surged within his body, the cramped confines and the stench of unwashed bodies was starting to get to him.
Not even Balagras transformation could alleviate that. True, the naga suddenly shifting into a bipedal purple demon had simultaneously shocked Vir and freed up significant room within the cage, but ruminating about how impossible such a feat ought to have been only kept Vir occupied for a day before he came to terms with it.
There was much, it seemed, that Vir didnt know about the Demon Realm. Nagas apparently had three forms. The half-serpentine one Vir had seen, a fully bipedal form, and a fully serpentine form resembling an Ash Beast.
Because of these unique abilities, some thought them closest to the godshailing from divinity.
Vir was thinking about naga physiology when the caravan approached the Boundary. Vir felt it well before he saw it.Visit no(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience
Prana density increased steadily, and for the first time since entering the demon Realm, Vir no longer felt like he was in the middle of a barren desert of prana.
While it was nowhere near the levels he was used to within the Ashen Realm, plants flourished, and the land looked overall more alive. Vir used the opportunity to bolster his Prana Armor.
To his surprise, however, the caravan stopped well short of the shimmering Boundary wall itself. So far, in fact, that Vir had to strain his eyes to make out the details.
The Boundary here was somewhat different from the human realm. There, it had spanned flat plains, rising like a wall into the sky. Here it bisected great mountains, as though a grand curtain had been draped on top ofor rather, throughthem. To enter the Boundary, one had to either scale the peaks, or find a suitable pass, which, judging by the rocky, steep terrain, was easier said than done.
Vir guessed the Garrison was set so far back to buy them a measure of safetyas dense as the prana was, itd be incomparable to the levels right next to the Boundary. Ash Beasts wouldve lost a good deal of their bodies prana by the time they made it there. A good strategy for dealing with the beasts, though at the cost of some of the most bountiful land in the realm.
The garrison itself was well built, and if Vir hadnt known better, hed have guessed it was constructed and maintained by a different clan than those who occupied Samar Patag. Then again, it had to be sturdy to have any hope of withstanding attacks from Ash beasts this close to the Boundary.
Its wooden palisade walls were constructed of thick trunks, easily a pace in diameter, and over twenty in height. Unlike Samar Patag, whose walls were bare and exposed, the garrison boasted a line of pikes dug deep and pointed out, ready to secure any Ash beasts that tried to attack. Furthermore, a dry moat surrounded the wall, with a drawbridge spanning the gap. The moat also boasted pikes that were embedded into the ground, ready to skewer any Ash Beast unfortunate enough to fall inside.
The blood that stained the pikes and the gashes in the timbers spoke to their sturdinesstheyd withstood Ash Beast attacks, and survived. If there was a silver lining to the prisoners plight, it was that theyd be safe within those walls.
If they remained within those walls, of course. As they neared the Garrison, Vir found hundreds of demons, lying or sitting outside. Most carried weapons, though only some were armored, and many suffered from injuries that went untended.
The rabble, Vir thought darkly. Likely prisoners themselves, or those whod contributed the least to the defense of the Boundary.
Peeking over the bridge as they passed, Vir spotted work crews lighting fires to burn the corpses of Ash Beasts that had fallen in. The bodies look fresh, which meant the garrison had only recently suffered an attack. Whether a common occurrence, or a result of the stampede that attacked Samar Patag, Vir couldnt say.
Virs eyes passed over his fellow cagemates as they entered the Garrison. The morale among his fellow prisoners had been low to start, but now, it had hit rock bottom. Not a single conversation could be heard, and most gazed lifelessly into the horizon. The rest muttered prayers under their breath or wept silently.
At least Vir had a mindscape he could retreat to, where he either meditated in the peace of the Godshollow, or fought against Ekanai, training his Life Chakra. The others werent so lucky.
The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement.
You will learn to survive, the Overseer continued. Or you will die. Perform well, and you will be rewarded. Better clothing. Better armament. Better training. And yes, better food and accommodations. Excel, and you might even find a spot for yourself within the safety of this Garrisons walls.
The prisoners stole glances at each other. Some had already come to the same conclusion as Vir, while others looked about, confused.
You heard me right, the Overseer continued. I hope you didnt think youd be sleeping in here, did you? he swept his arm across the garrison. That privilege is earned. No, youll start outside, with the others. If you survive your training, youll be granted tents, and you oughta thank us for that. Perform well on your Guardian Rankings, and you can earn even more.
But what of the beasts? a prisoner asked. Wont they attack us?
The kothi cracked a nasty grin. Im glad you asked. Consider it an opportunity. You all get first blood when they attack. And yes, they will attack. Fight well, and youll be promoted to patrol duty. Do well there, and we might even send you into the Ash!
Thats suicide! another prisoner shouted. Id rather die by hanging than take my chances in there.
The Overseer eld up a finger. A flash of prana arced out from the prisoners collar. He twitched for a single moment, then crumpled to the ground.
His corpse was being hauled away before anyone could even react.
Insolence will not be tolerated, the Oversees said. Theres always one I need to teach the hard way. Do learn. Killing you costs us a good deal of coin, you know?
The crowd was deathly still.
Good! To answer the demons question, yes. Survive in the Ash, and youll be granted a Chitran Laborer Calling. Your criminal records will be wiped, and you can return to living whatever sorry lives you used to lead.
What a load of Ashva dung, Balagra muttered from beside Vir.
Theyre lying? Vir asked, eyes darting around to see if any of their guards had heard Balagras slander.
Who knows? Ive never heard of anyone surviving long enough to take them up on it. They talk of earning weapons and armor, but I saw what they dole out. Useless pig iron. The rejects of their forges and foundries, most like. With such equipment, we have no chance in the Ash. Even if we survive the prana poisoning.
Quiet! the Chit Overseer barked, silencing the prisoners. Now, all of thats only if you perform. Fail, and you die. Run away, and your collars activate. well hunt you down.
Vir agreed with Balagra. The Chits might dangle the carrot of freedom before these prisoners eyes, but what sense did it make to allow their convicts back into society where theyd cause more harm? It was just a ruseone designed to get the prisoners to work themselves to the bone on the dim hope of a better life.
In reality, theyd perish, fighting an endless war against the onslaught of beasts from the Ashen Realm. Why let the unwanted rot in a jail cell, when they could be made to fulfill a far more useful purpose before they die?
Vir thought he was going to be sick.
Now, listen up! The Overseer said. Im going to tell you what will happen. You pathetic chals are going to follow me outside, where youll be assigned your berths. Then, six hours from now, youll assemble.
For what? a prisoner asked.
Evaluation! Excel, and youll be awarded. Fail, and you will be punished. And may Yuma help those who do.
Chapter 277: Garrison at the Edge of the WorldVir was no stranger to hardship. Having endured years in the Ashen Realm, having fought day in, and day out against hordes of beasts, each powerful enough to decimate a city, his mental limits had soared beyond most mortals. Yet even he eagerly awaited the caravans arrival at the Ash Boundary two days later.To say the conditions within their cage were squalid would be a disservice to the truth, and while Vir required far less food and sleep than most demons thanks to the prana that surged within his body, the cramped confines and the stench of unwashed bodies was starting to get to him.Not even Balagras transformation could alleviate that. True, the naga suddenly shifting into a bipedal purple demon had simultaneously shocked Vir and freed up significant room within the cage, but ruminating about how impossible such a feat ought to have been only kept Vir occupied for a day before he came to terms with it.There was much, it seemed, that Vir didnt know about the Demon Realm. Nagas apparently had three forms. The half-serpentine one Vir had seen, a fully bipedal form, and a fully serpentine form resembling an Ash Beast.Because of these unique abilities, some thought them closest to the godshailing from divinity.Vir was thinking about naga physiology when the caravan approached the Boundary. Vir felt it well before he saw it.Visit noveLbin.com for the best novel reading experiencePrana density increased steadily, and for the first time since entering the demon Realm, Vir no longer felt like he was in the middle of a barren desert of prana.While it was nowhere near the levels he was used to within the Ashen Realm, plants flourished, and the land looked overall more alive. Vir used the opportunity to bolster his Prana Armor.To his surprise, however, the caravan stopped well short of the shimmering Boundary wall itself. So far, in fact, that Vir had to strain his eyes to make out the details.The Boundary here was somewhat different from the human realm. There, it had spanned flat plains, rising like a wall into the sky. Here it bisected great mountains, as though a grand curtain had been draped on top ofor rather, throughthem. To enter the Boundary, one had to either scale the peaks, or find a suitable pass, which, judging by the rocky, steep terrain, was easier said than done.Vir guessed the Garrison was set so far back to buy them a measure of safetyas dense as the prana was, itd be incomparable to the levels right next to the Boundary. Ash Beasts wouldve lost a good deal of their bodies prana by the time they made it there. A good strategy for dealing with the beasts, though at the cost of some of the most bountiful land in the realm.The garrison itself was well built, and if Vir hadnt known better, hed have guessed it was constructed and maintained by a different clan than those who occupied Samar Patag. Then again, it had to be sturdy to have any hope of withstanding attacks from Ash beasts this close to the Boundary.Its wooden palisade walls were constructed of thick trunks, easily a pace in diameter, and over twenty in height. Unlike Samar Patag, whose walls were bare and exposed, the garrison boasted a line of pikes dug deep and pointed out, ready to secure any Ash beasts that tried to attack. Furthermore, a dry moat surrounded the wall, with a drawbridge spanning the gap. The moat also boasted pikes that were embedded into the ground, ready to skewer any Ash Beast unfortunate enough to fall inside.The blood that stained the pikes and the gashes in the timbers spoke to their sturdinesstheyd withstood Ash Beast attacks, and survived. If there was a silver lining to the prisoners plight, it was that theyd be safe within those walls.If they remained within those walls, of course. As they neared the Garrison, Vir found hundreds of demons, lying or sitting outside. Most carried weapons, though only some were armored, and many suffered from injuries that went untended.The rabble, Vir thought darkly. Likely prisoners themselves, or those whod contributed the least to the defense of the Boundary.Peeking over the bridge as they passed, Vir spotted work crews lighting fires to burn the corpses of Ash Beasts that had fallen in. The bodies look fresh, which meant the garrison had only recently suffered an attack. Whether a common occurrence, or a result of the stampede that attacked Samar Patag, Vir couldnt say.Virs eyes passed over his fellow cagemates as they entered the Garrison. The morale among his fellow prisoners had been low to start, but now, it had hit rock bottom. Not a single conversation could be heard, and most gazed lifelessly into the horizon. The rest muttered prayers under their breath or wept silently.At least Vir had a mindscape he could retreat to, where he either meditated in the peace of the Godshollow, or fought against Ekanai, training his Life Chakra. The others werent so lucky.The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement.You will learn to survive, the Overseer continued. Or you will die. Perform well, and you will be rewarded. Better clothing. Better armament. Better training. And yes, better food and accommodations. Excel, and you might even find a spot for yourself within the safety of this Garrisons walls.The prisoners stole glances at each other. Some had already come to the same conclusion as Vir, while others looked about, confused.You heard me right, the Overseer continued. I hope you didnt think youd be sleeping in here, did you? he swept his arm across the garrison. That privilege is earned. No, youll start outside, with the others. If you survive your training, youll be granted tents, and you oughta thank us for that. Perform well on your Guardian Rankings, and you can earn even more.But what of the beasts? a prisoner asked. Wont they attack us?The kothi cracked a nasty grin. Im glad you asked. Consider it an opportunity. You all get first blood when they attack. And yes, they will attack. Fight well, and youll be promoted to patrol duty. Do well there, and we might even send you into the Ash!Thats suicide! another prisoner shouted. Id rather die by hanging than take my chances in there.The Overseer eld up a finger. A flash of prana arced out from the prisoners collar. He twitched for a single moment, then crumpled to the ground.His corpse was being hauled away before anyone could even react.Insolence will not be tolerated, the Oversees said. Theres always one I need to teach the hard way. Do learn. Killing you costs us a good deal of coin, you know?The crowd was deathly still.Good! To answer the demons question, yes. Survive in the Ash, and youll be granted a Chitran Laborer Calling. Your criminal records will be wiped, and you can return to living whatever sorry lives you used to lead.What a load of Ashva dung, Balagra muttered from beside Vir.Theyre lying? Vir asked, eyes darting around to see if any of their guards had heard Balagras slander.Who knows? Ive never heard of anyone surviving long enough to take them up on it. They talk of earning weapons and armor, but I saw what they dole out. Useless pig iron. The rejects of their forges and foundries, most like. With such equipment, we have no chance in the Ash. Even if we survive the prana poisoning.Quiet! the Chit Overseer barked, silencing the prisoners. Now, all of thats only if you perform. Fail, and you die. Run away, and your collars activate. well hunt you down.Vir agreed with Balagra. The Chits might dangle the carrot of freedom before these prisoners eyes, but what sense did it make to allow their convicts back into society where theyd cause more harm? It was just a ruseone designed to get the prisoners to work themselves to the bone on the dim hope of a better life.In reality, theyd perish, fighting an endless war against the onslaught of beasts from the Ashen Realm. Why let the unwanted rot in a jail cell, when they could be made to fulfill a far more useful purpose before they die?Vir thought he was going to be sick.Now, listen up! The Overseer said. Im going to tell you what will happen. You pathetic chals are going to follow me outside, where youll be assigned your berths. Then, six hours from now, youll assemble.For what? a prisoner asked.Evaluation! Excel, and youll be awarded. Fail, and you will be punished. And may Yuma help those who do.
