The Master of Uradan

While the two clans were debating about what to do about the footprints they had discovered, Rohan was in front of his horse with a man and a woman looking over his shoulder.

Since he was quite taller than both of them, Deidros and Daina could only stand on the tips of their toes. The last one had even let a curse pass through her teeth to this warrior. Rohan didn't care about them and simply browsed through the notebook he held in between his hands.

He had already read this one quite a time ago, but since it was only the description of a random beast, Rohan had pretty much already forgotten about the content. Even so, he remembered a special sentence at what point that had made him ponder back then when he had read it the first time.

The wizard, whose name was forgotten, lost inside deep well called Rohan's memories, had written the observation he had made about this beast. From these, Rohan knew that it was the wizard who had killed it, or at least he was in a group.

The first few pages were taken to describe the external appearance of the beast, from the mouth filled with terrifying teeth to the long pointed tail while passing by the dark scales and strong-looking limbs. It was simply the rudimentary knowledge about the dracass, and Rohan didn't care about that.

The following was about the capacity the beast had shown to them, and the wizard had finished all his explanations by a single sentence: it was, overall, extremely weak for a magical beast.

This wizard seemed to know a lot of information about these powerful beasts possessing a magical core, and he passed a large part of the notebook to compare this one who he didn't know about and a normal magical beast.

It was fast, able to run through the air at high speed due to the scales letting the wind and the pressure of it glide against his body. Its claws were sharp, and it was even able to pierce through a metal piece of armor with all its strength.

The pointed tail could also be used as a weapon, and if someone wasn't paying attention, he could be gravely injured. But other than the surprise effect, it wasn't the strong point of this beast.

His teeth were as sharp as his claws, able to pierce through the metal. But even so, and as the claws, it wasn't able to tear apart a piece of metal completely, and could only pierce through it if it was with its most powerful blow.

Since the clans were mostly equipping their members with clothes made of fur and leather, these claws were enough to make them scared for their lives. But for the leather armor of Rohan, reinforced with strips of tough metal, it wasn't life endangering.

The most important point this wizard underlined, and the ultimate reason why this beast was probably the weakest magical beast of the whole world, other than its body being quite lacking, was its intelligence. What this man said, was that this beast was simply stupid, only pouncing on its nearest target without caring about the potential danger there was around.

It was as if the beast acted like the mightier being of the world and thought to have no opponent able to kill it. Thus, the wizard could only call this beast, that he had never seen before and didn't have heard about, a failure as a magical beast, and the weakest one out there.

While Rohan was skimming through all its content, the siblings were also trying to read everything. The more knowledge they learn, the more baffled they felt. Daina even felt rage growing in her body, and the urge to find this wizard to punch him. Was the most ferocious beast of the Barren Lands, striking fear only by its name, simply a joke?

Even Deidros felt like defending his lands while pondering on its meaning. Rohan was asking himself the same question as this man. If this was considered to be the weakest one, what was considered to be a normal one? And what about the strongest of the world?

Rohan continued to read this notebook. After the description of its physique, as well as an explanation about its capacities, it was now a detailed part about its body after death, as well as the weak points of this beast.

Its lack of intelligence was for the wizard a fatal one. Rohan didn't know how the beast was dead, but from the tone of the wizard in his text, it should probably have been found dead from a tiny trick.

Although the scales seemed to be hard, almost any blade could easily pierce through the body. What was hard was to slash at it, as the edge of a weapon might simply slide against the slippery black scales. Rohan took note of this information.

Earlier, it was described that the beast was a fast one, but sadly, the wizard also had put it on the weak points of this frail magical beast. It was because even if it was fast, it was almost always charging in a straight line to pounce at its target. It was then an easy feat to predict its move and evade any attack.

The more Deidros and Daina read through the books along with Rohan, the more they felt the whole situation to be a bad joke. Was this beast that weak? They wore puzzled expressions.

While the trio was still reading this notebook, the commotion in the middle of camp reached a climax. Even if shouts and angry bursts of voices could be heard all around, they were too attracted to this book to be even slightly deranged.

The two leaders looked at each other as they saw the situation taking a strange turn. Everyone was now giving his opinion, almost coming into a fight with those who didn't think like them. Sometimes, being a clan chief wasn't as great as others could think.

"Garrold." It was simply a calm voice leaving the mouth of Darias, but he was trying hard to not charge into the melee to punch them all. This situation was done by the first one who had shouted, he was sure of this.

The worst was that he knew who it was. After all, there were only a few hundred people in his clan, and he knew them for decades. That was why he was sure the man was a member of the Blackwolf clan, and he was also sure who it was.

After his voice left his throat. A light scoff echoed in the middle of this cacophony. Not a lot of people recognized who it was, nor even heard it. But the next movement, made everyone stop and gulped down their words.

A terrible explosion shook the earth as the mighty shockwave sent pebbles and pieces of broken rocks flying everywhere. These pieces flew at high speed before they collided with the members of the clan watching with open mouths. Apart from the pain stopping them from the heated discussion, there weren't any injuries.

Everyone turned their faces to the center where the two leaders were sitting. The dust was flowing down against them, revealing the calm expression of the chief of the Blackwolf clan, the scared to death expression of the chief of the Greybat clan, and the fist still sunken on the ground of the old man.

This one spoke with a severe and rusty voice.

"The ones who will decide the path are the clan chiefs, not some random members. At least have the decency to shut up and listen."

Not a sound could be heard anymore, only the flipping of a book from the side. Darias broke this silence.

"What do you think we should do, Greybat clan chief?" Darias asked the old man sitting in front of him.

Before this one could answer, opening and closing his mouth in an attempt to say something, anything, the chief of the Blackwolf clan answered his own question.

"I believe we should continue this path. The prints are only there for a few days, and these terrifying beasts would rest there, where no food could be found for them. And like had said one of the members of my clan this well, we can't afford to be late to the gathering."

"Y…yes, I, the chief of the Greybat clan, agree with you!" What a joke, he certainly has no choice here!