Chapter 531: We need it alive (1/2)

Drake was leaning against a pole, standing slightly behind the rest. He had a deep frown clouding his face as he looked at the unconscious amazon and Aiden's latest protegé, Galina who was trying her best to stabilize her.

He felt horrible, he couldn't help but feel responsible for everything that happened. With the absence of Aiden, he should be the one to look over and protect their people, yet not even a day had passed and one of their own was sprawled on the ground, and still in a critical state.

'How pathetic am I? How will I explain this to him?!' He cried inwardly as he looked at the scene in front of him.

'I should have protected them, this should have never happened…'

His gaze slowly wandered away from the group and rested on the chained-up creature at the side. He ignored the howling idiot on the ground beside him, his silvery gaze was fixed on the ugly head of the hideous monster.

His face slowly contorted, he channeled all the anger he felt towards the creature. He was the one that caused this disaster! This hateful thing, whatever it truly was, should be held responsible!

His sword-wielding right hand was already caressing the tip of his gemmed, treasured sword, he could feel the same emotion coming from Mort as he kept caressing the gemstoned hilt.

'This beast… no. This THING needs to die for what it has done…' His inner darkness surfaced, the only thought that lingered in front of him was to execute this creature to abolish the sins it had so brazenly committed.

Drake grabbed the hilt of his weapon, and with a slow, but steady pace, he began walking towards the chained-up creature. His face contorted into a nasty-looking grin, it wasn't any mystery of what it was about to do.

”Brother, no!” Suddenly a familiar voice entered his ears, shaking his clouded mind. Drake halted his steps for a moment, though he retained his gaze over the creature just a few steps away from him. His right hand was tightly gripping the sheathed blade, ready to strike and send the creature to whatever afterlife it believed in.

Yet Drake didn't move, he felt the soft tug, the gentle pull of her sister. He could feel the concern and worry in her voice as she reached out for him.

”Brother, no… I understand what you feel… How you feel you need to do something, how you think are responsible. Even still… Don't kill it. We need to understand what it actually is, where it came from, and most importantly, how many of them are out there.” Scarlet tried to argue, bringing up a convincing argument hoping to calm his brother.

Unfortunately, her words, didn't seem to reach the boy, as though he hesitated for a brief moment, in the end, he shrugged his shoulders to pull it away from the girl and resumed his steps the next moment.

In the next moment, as he reached a striking distance, Drake stopped right in front of the snarling, fearless-looking creature.

Despite feeling the overflowing hatred coming from the silver-haired bareskin, regardless of the thick killing intent he radiated, the creature looked at him with a disdainful sneer still dominating its ugly face.

Though it couldn't understand the strange language they were using, it could read and understand a lot from the body language, the minuscule reactions, twitches of its captors.  It understood, that they wanted to study its clearly much better body, and learn from what it actually was.  From the look of the elder of this pathetic bunch of weaklings, it was clear that they wanted to make contact, it was clear that it held more value alive.

Thus, it felt that there was no reason to be wary of this enraged little calf, the elders, or as it turned out, the wiser females of the group wouldn't let it do as it wanted.

Its bead-like eyes honed in on the red-haired fragile-looking being, it tried to study it with heightened scrutiny. Was it a witch, a shaman, or something of an elevated position in their hierarchy?

The creature wasn't certain, but from her actions, it seemed that she was important to the others in some manner.