"Okay, fine!" Zeno grunted and tossed a basic beast taming manual to the pile of cubes and cores, it rolled to the bottom. Draven’ eyebrows scrunched with an exaggerated stretch of worry. He said "Are you sure you want to use that as anker? This worth a million credits" "I don't care, I have many of these back home" Zeno rested his jaw on his knuckle, with a half-smile underneath his dimmed eyes. Peaking volumes of his reluctance   Draven thought it was a good deal, since he always wanted to study other elite clan’s secret techniques. Solemn face, he confidently added his level 7 sword into the pot. "Since you are so generous, I would will gladly follow!" "Good" Zeno tilted his chin to a nod, his bled of his agreeing anguish; he coughed out his frustrations. "Are you okay?" Draven asked, acting concerned and tapped his back. "Yeah, I am fine" “Have this!" Draven handed him a beer can. Zeno gulped it down an

Becky went to collect firewood; he lied on the mattress, holding his head within his palms, while he absorbed the content in the manual. His eyes swept through the words before his eyes closed in contemplation. His eyes fluttered open; a profound light shone from his tranquil, blue-jay eyes. “Who knew beast taming, can be so vast? Its almost contradicting the principles of science” Vernon popped next to his ear, and leaned a hand on his earlobe “Well, beast taming wasn’t very popular during my time period but it can be useful when cornered in all sides”   “Draven, are you here?” Hearing Zeno’s voice, he shifted his gaze from the book “Hmm” Zeno waked inside, all the way to his bed. He took in a breath of air, said “Draven, uh I just want to say thanks” “For what?” Draven asked. “For saving me” “Whatever, it wasn’t a big deal” Draven turned back to his book, which Zeno recognized in an instant. Sniffing an o

"Yo bro, can you help me with this?" Draven said.   Zeno rushed out of his rook, said with surprised tone "I guess, I stand corrected!"   Draven chuckled "What are you blabbering about! Go and heal him!" and slapped his back.   "Eh? If you do that, won't he strike back with vengeance" Zeno said, out of concern.   Draven shot a stare to the beast below his feet. "Will you?"   An oppressive force pushing his head to the floor. The Salamander groaned and sent a mental message. 'No, I won't!'   Draven squatted down and patted its head, with a tranquil smile. "Then I will treat you well!"   "Zeno, do you have any medicine?"   Zeno said, looking through his stora

“What? Are you insane?” Zeno gripped him by the shirt, his facial features contorted in disbelief and anger. As firm as a mountain in a storm, unmoved by the situation. He replied “Yes, I am”Zeno sighed, a wave of melancholy toned his voice down to a grave whisper “Don’t you know, you can die? Then what should I say to your girlfriend?”“Nothing” Stupefied, blurted “Eh?” Draven freed himself from his grip, said “Because, I won’t die” and winked; displaying the cockiness under his suave smile. Already made up his mind to follow his thirst for thrill, Draven suddenly said “If you won’t come, then its fine. I will go alone”“Bye, Zeno. See you back at camp” Draven flipped off the tree and landed on his feet, and darted to the path, laid waste by the troupe of demonic puppets. Zeno gnawed

Draven zapped in front of a tree with a coal-black trunk, branching out white leaves. Like a mosquito, he attached his fangs on the bark. A humansized root swished through the air and smacked him away. Draven flipped, teleported backwards. He landed on his four limbs. "So, plants that are fully demonised can attack unlike the new-borns""Let's see how strong you are?"Almost understanding the Salamander's words, the ends of its roots rose off the ground and stabbed him. While dodging, Draven thought 'Hmm, it seems to be a challenge to dodge with this stiff body!'He teleported out of the range, the roots stretched and increased their range.Veins popped at the side of his scaly head, he grunted "Now, it's my turn" Trying to replicate his original move, the pheonix's orbit.A dome of fire surrounded his body, bright cyan fire shielding him from the roots. Burning as bright as a new-born star; roots started crumbling into dust. At the speed of sound,