Chapter 109 - One-Hundred-Five (2/2)

To keep some sort of balance it needs, however, that I fill up a rage meter, named Rage Fuel; the more it acc.u.mulated, the stronger the ability would be.

And the hardest it would be to control my own temperament and not slash out.

And let just say that the last week has being a very, very… productive in regards to filling it up to the brim.

I could feel it boiling inside.

And I just knew the right person to receive it head on once it explodes.

I only had to rescue my brother before that…

But now I had a more urgent problem at hand, so that it doesn't end spilling out on others beside me I hit some trees out and slash and bite, breathing fire on the floor while rolling over it to stop it from spreading, aiming at rocks instead of trunks that were hit by my paws instead, at the same time attacking and trying to minimalize the damage in a weird combination.

At least the group was wise enough to leave me be, even if I was being this loud.

Some time passes before I calm down, breathing between snarls and growls, passing my paw over my eyes and cleaning my face up, sitting down and looking at the bright sky when suddenly something comes to my mind.

I remember that I still haven't seen the contents of the letter Cain left for me.

I turn back from my hound form, my shadow growing like a puddle of lava only to reveal my humanoid form inside, already dressed as my caramel skin is being framed by my red desert clothes, this time made from a thin veil that covered my n.i.p.p.l.es with twin parallel clothe and warping around my waist over my puffy pants, leaving the upper body slightly exposed and the tip of the veil free in the air like a red flame.

If it wasn't enough my hair was tightened up in a high ponytail by the same bright red veil, embroidered by golden metal, as well as circular golden necklaces over my shoulders and upper chest.

Crossing my long legs in front of me I reach for the letter on my shadow, the black paper now unkempt by being tighten on an arrow, unfolding it and taking out the contents.

And what I read makes me frown.

What was he planning with this?

Inside there were two beautiful big leaves painted in white, the little markings shining like veins and; I take a sniff; embedded with magic to conserve them.

Such fancy items, what for? I turn them around, only to raise my eyebrow in surprise.

They were tickets, and for what the fancy elven words written on them said it seemed to be some sort of party, but not the type humans had with drinks and s.e.x, but a diplomatic one.

Was he showing me his next target? Why would he do such a thing?

Tired of trying to guess Cain's brain I narrow my eyes, thinking. I already planned to go there anyway, so no harm done in attending such party.

Plus it would be interesting to warn the elves about his existence and power too, maybe this party was his debut in trying to conquer the elves as he did with the humans.

There was only one minor problem… that the party was already tomorrow, which means less than a day to go all the way there.

Shit.

What should I do? It would be good to have some time beforehand to prepare myself, and join in with Leonel too… But what would I do with the hounds and Isa? Take them along? Some of the hounds perhaps, but no humans are allowed in there, and I'm not taking Isa with me, even more because I would have to vow on his behalf and pay for anything bad he may do.

And he definitely did not have that level of trust on my part for me to vouch his way in into elven territory, even more because I still have some doubts about his loyalty… after all I remain not knowing how Cain found us in the first place.

Just as I was thinking what to do with so many people around me, and how should I divide the group; and especially get rid of Isaac for the time being; I hear someone shouting for me, and it was easy to guess who by the spoken words:

”Thilgon! You dumb hound, come here for a second!” I tsk again, feeling the calmness slipping from my grasp once more, but even annoyed I went back only to find a magical paper dove standing on Isaac's arm as he read something.

He looks up, about to say something, but before he could I hear a swishing sound of the air being cut that makes me dodge to the side, only for a huge double edge ax to stick on the tree right beside where I had been seconds before.

Alert I look inside the forest, black flames already slipping past my lips as I snarled to the unknown treat.