Blood of the Beast God

Chapter 111: Storms Are Coming

The streets of Faust shone under the late sun — stones swept, stalls neat, people drifting like a slow, contented river. Some hurried, business on their minds; others lolled in pairs, murmuring over trivialities.

This was Faust. Loud, proud, alive.

“That whole mess six months back nearly gave me a heart attack,” a portly man in fine silk complained, fanning himself with a handkerchief. “If Faust had gone to war, we’d have been the first to go under.”

“The monster siege from a century ago still haunts me,” another muttered, voice small. “I didn’t sleep for days after that.”

A third man snorted. “Oh, please. You two are still clinging to that? It’s been half a year. Move on. We won’t see another crisis for a hundred years.”

“What’s there to fear?” the fat man shot back, glaring. “If it weren’t for Kaelen and his crew, you wouldn’t even be standing here — you’d be dust in the wind.”

He puffed up, proud as a peacock. “Kaelen is the pride of Faust. A true genius!”

“Genius?” the skeptic sco