Chapter 598 - Bear? (1/2)

Ingkath feet stomped forward as he began to make his way up the mountain, his eyes completely focused on the pillars before him.

Though the elders of Valiant Heart Mountain stood between the pillars, the youths themselves were a ways down the mountain, a few hundred meters from the foot of the Gates, in fact.

From their position, sensing the pressure of the Gates was impossible. So, in the beginning, Ingkath sensed nothing and continued to walk forward and up courageously.

However, the instant he crossed the 300 meter line to the Gates, a roar suddenly shook his mind. It was so loud and sudden that blood began to ooze from his ears.

Despite this, Ingkath remained on his own two feet, his expression finally growing serious.

This roar had no tangible owner. In fact, it looked as though he was the only one to have heard it at all.

The elders at the top continued to stand there as though nothing happened and the youths to his back who had yet to make a move were only watching him without saying a word. It wasn't until blood began dripping from Ingkath's ears that the latter group began to feel like something was wrong.

However, it was at that exact moment that Ingkath began to laugh, beating his fists against his brawny chest until his dark-ish skin became red.

A strong surge of Force erupted from him as he shot forward.

A barrage of bestial roars assaulted his psyche, making his every step heavy and his every movement labored. But, he continued to charge upward, his muscles rippling with vitality and ferocity.

The young lady with twin ponytails braided to combine at her chest blinked with curiosity.

After a while of watching, she too stepped forward.

”Irolana of the Faex Tribe.”

She spoke softly, neatly patting her hair down as she too began to walk up.

Balthorn and the pale youth didn't move for a long while.

”If you keep staring at me like that, I'm going to dig your eyes out.” Balthorn said coldly.

The pale youth began to cackle. ”Your tits are practically out for all to see, yet you don't want me to look. Is there no justice in this world?”

”You want to die?” Balthorn turned toward the pale youth, her proud chest swaying with her movements like a rippling tide.

”As long as it's by your hands, I think I'll enter my coffin with a happy expression on my face.”

Balthorn scoffed. ”I don't like scrawny men.”

The pale youth continued to cackle.

”Let me guess, you like tall, bronzed, and handsome men who… already have girlfriends?”

Balthorn's glare became sharp. However, toward such a response, the pale youths cackling only became louder. In fact, it seemed to take so much energy out of him that he just might keel over and die at any moment.

Though she didn't respond, her lack of one only seemed to make her more guilty.

”Ai, women, women, women. I'll never understand them. Those brats that were flocking around you like a pack of hyenas just ran off, swearing to get you a tag or die trying. Yet, you're standing here thinking about a man who would have killed you for another woman. What should I call you exactly?”