Prime Originator

While the people were busy dealing with the crawlers and stabilizing the situation of the Capital, no one knew that at this one, there was a small petite figure flying above them.

"Hmmmm... so, this is what the Human Domain looks like... doesn't seem much." Lilith tilted her head with one finger on her cheek and pondered thoughtfully as she stared at the structure of Capital.

"It is still better than our low-rank beast tribe, but nothing compared to the others. The mid-rank and high-rank beast tribes were much more impressive than this..."

In her tribe, the higher-ranking humanoid beasts all reside in straw huts, while the lower rank beasts rest in trees, caves, dug up holes or simply on the open plains. As for mid-rank beast tribes and higher, they have transformed into large cities much grander and majestic than the human city she was seeing.

There were no lower rank beasts among the mid-rank tribes and higher. All the beastkins of these higher rank tribes were born of humanoid figures, while the highest-ranking ones were practically no different to humans.

The only difference was they have inherited the strongest bloodline of their ancestors and were basically perfected existences that carried the culmination of both races, the best of both worlds.

In the Wildlands, many beast tribes existed, both large and small. Lilith belonged to a low-rank beast tribe, the Skysilver Tribe. Skysilver was both name and title of the of the Skysilver Tribe's Transcendent-level beast king.

Each low-rank beast tribe was typically ruled by one Transcendent-level beast and have its name ingrained in the tribe's name. This was to demonstrate the highest level of prestige and recognition of its rule over its tribe.

The Skysilver tribe occupied the easternmost lands and had always been the only tribe confronting the Human Domain in all these years.

Looking at the state of the human capital below, Lilith was both amused and apathetic, with traces of tear stains still present on the rims of her starry eyes.

Even before the devastation of the Lower District, the contrast between the Upper District and the Lower District of the human capital had been very great.

But seeing the state it was in now...

"Heaven and hell are worlds aparts, but here you can find both of them in one spot..."

Lilith said, before shaking her head. She was being distracted.

Her lovable expression turned serious in the next moment, "These ugly things must be reason for his majesty's displeasure."

Although she felt repulsed by such vulgar creatures, she continued to observe the situation from the night sky.

...

With the black smoke cover gone, the four great families were finally able to see the situation of the Capital.

"Sir Zagan... it seems our great plan has failed. Should... should we take this chance to retreat, while they are still busy?"

One of the lords said with some regrets and fear. Once the crawler crisis was settled, there no doubt that the royal family would send people after them.

They must have been fools to think they stood a chance against the royal family. Each palace guard was as powerful as them, if not stronger. Wasn't this like an ant pitting itself against an elephant? The thought of it was ludicrous.

When sir Zagan heard the cowardly undertone, the edge of his mouth raised into a smirk filled with disdain, but since he stood at the front, no one could see his expression.

"You can all leave if you want. I am staying for one more major event." Sir Zagan said nonchalantly.

In any case, these people had outlived their usefulness. They could only serve as cannon fodders for his goal in the upcoming battle if they stayed. Thus, he no longer placed any importance on their opinions.

He continued to watch the Capital with anticipation. Despite being rooted in the exact spot for half a night, He had not grown tired of watching and his interest had never waned. It was as if he would never be bored watching the world burn.

"This..."

The lords were hesitant. Although they believe sir Zagan was powerful. He was after all just one person. Could he fight off an entire army of experts?

"Inform the members to pack up their things and prepare to retreat at any time." Lord Esmond ordered.

Ultimately, they decided to leave. In their minds, the Capital has already taken control of the battle. What else could happen?

"Yes, Lord Esmond." A servant complied.

Lady Harriet and Lord Grey also sent their servants off to make their preparations for leave. Only the Weld family did nothing as they did not carry much items with them.

There was only three people left in the Weld family. Lord Weld, Cayden and their steward, whom wore a retarded look that was beyond his bodily control.

...

At this moment, Leon was watching the group in the trees like a predator eyeing his prey. The people below were complete unaware of his presence.

He couldn't gauge the strength of the called sir Zagan. However, the rest were below his notice. He was filled with disdain at their strength.

To completely remove these weeds from plaguing the kingdom, he had to pull them up by the roots.

'Let's start with the weak ones.'

Leon darted skillfully from tree to tree as he moved towards the enemy camp deeper in the woods. His movements were quick and subtle, like a gentle breeze and unable to draw their attention.

At the center of the woods, the enemy camp was hidden. Tents were erected, carts and crates full of goods, filled the place. It was clear that the four great family had brought their entire wealth along with them, away from the Capital.

Located in the heart of the hilltop woods, the camp was dark as one would expect it to be. Apart from a few rays of moonlight that manage to slip past the dense branches and tree leaves, there were no other light sources within the camp.

The enemy had been meticulous and restrained from the usage or torches and candles as to not expose their location, but it had become the perfect hunting ground for Leon to carry out his silent killing.

He arrives at the edges of the camp easily and sighed at his stealth's proficiency. In the past, it was used to hide from the husbands of the women he bedded, but now, it was finally being put to good use.

As he recalled the dissolute lifestyle he used to live, the experience of that period came flooding back, along with his raging libido after his years of abstinence was already broken.

Leon silently cursed for having his mind wondered off and his movements became slightly awkward. Nobody knew that there was another tent erected in their camp at this moment, or else Leon would have died from shame.

'Ssss… calm down… my little brother… now is not the time be playful. I'll let you play all you want another time, alright?'

Some time later, Leon slipped into the enemy's camp with a serious and refocused look. Although there were some delays, his plans have not been affected.

…

"I'll be back." Servant A said.

"Where are you going? We need to pack up." Servant B asked as he was carrying a crate.

"To answer nature's calling, where else?" Servant A answered.

five minutes later, the servant still had not returned.

'He must be chucking a dump then.' Servant B thought.

Thirty minutes later, still no return. The servant began to grow impatient. Originally, there were lots of servants moving about in the camp. However, the numbers grew less over time like they had all decided to run off and skip work.

The servant would have never thought that they camp would be under attack and that someone was killing them all.

Leon move around the camp with ghostly steps and killed his opponents in the most efficient and subtle, a needle to their heads. The servants died without a sound as Leon hid their bodies, some in the shrubs, some in the empty tents.

"Holy shit, this motherf*cker is really taking his time. Is he trying to break a record for longest dump or what? Where is he!?" Servant B cussed.

He decided to go check on his buddy, but he never came back after he left.

Sometime later, apart from some movements within the occupied tents, the activities outside had completely ceased and became dead silent. Not long after, the movements inside all but one tent also ceased.

The tents were occupied by the four great family's direct descents. Whether they were the wives, the children, uncles or aunties, nephew or niece of the four great family's marquises, as long as they were related by blood, Leon hardened his heart to kill them all, even if there may have been innocents among them.

To be associated with evil was evil in and of itself. To show mercy to his enemies, was also to be cruel to himself. He did what had to be done. There were no exceptions.

Even the [Heart of Saint] mantra in his mind did not react to his killing. As such, there was no mental burden.

They all died suddenly with their eyes wide open. Even in death, they did not know why or how they died.

Inside of another tent, Edric was resting when he suddenly felt alarm bells ringing in his mind. It was too quiet outside!

Before he could head out to investigate, a figure had slipped into his tent. Edric widened his eyes in horror at the sight of the person in question.

"You… why are you here?"