Void Spawn - A litrpg adventure fantasy

The winds north were harsher than the shore. Blizzards raged and hammered Samael and Ajax as though there was no tomorrow. Maybe if they were mundane men there would be no tomorrow.

Samael could faintly sense Ajax's astral veil projecting outwards, shielding him from the biting cold. Even a saint was not safe. If it weren't for his own resistance to cold, he would probably start shivering too.

Something was severely off from this cold. It wasn't normal. In fact, Elyria had scanned leftover energy rampaging in the air. Samael had no doubts that it was the cause of this bastardly blizzard.

Nonetheless, he and Ajax marched north without fear.

The snow beneath their boots crunched like bones breaking. Each step they took felt almost in defiance of the mountain itself.

They passed by large ice formations, shattered stones, and avalanches. All they overtook without a hitch of breath.

Now that they had gotten deeper, Samael was certain. The wind was alive. Imbued with an essence he cannot decipher. An aura that influences the weather itself.

Samael and Ajax said nothing. Words would only be devoured by the raging winds.

But soon they found respite in the violent blizzard. Ruins of an old forgotten temple lay motionless beside a cliff, protected by the natural formation of the stones and ice from the ever-rising cascade of snow.

Entering inside, it offered not much protection against the cold, but it blocked the raging snow.

Using his kit, Samael started a fire. Monsters were of no worry for them. The snow would've just blocked the smoke, and they were more than capable of slaughtering anything that was not of Deity rank.

Ajax sat closest to the fire. Samael remained a fair distance, merely trying to dry his clothes even a little.

"I have never hated the cold this much," Ajax blurted out. Samael could only just chuckle at his desperation.

Snapping his gaze around, Samael witnessed a few engravings on the walls. Though faded, in his sharp eyes they were bare to be seen.

Rising from his seat, he carefully ran his hand across the ice-layered wall. Observing fine control as he disintegrated the thin sheet of ice, blurring the drawings.

Within the walls were depictions of events. Images carved into the stone itself.

Namesh Lit Karpa mustering wind, water, earth, and fire upon her four hands.

Men grovelling before her feet.

Offerings laid before her.

Worship.

That was all Samael thought.

What could have happened to you? Samael's brows knitted hard. The closer he became, the more his questions raged.

He hated the gods. For it felt as though the suffering and hardships of humans and mortals were nothing but ants beneath their feet.

Perhaps it was.

Still, he hated them for it.

Yet, if this god did exist and was what guided humanity once, Samael felt as though they were robbed.

Taranius was a tyrant. A strong one. His cruelty will only keep growing until nothing is left to be used.

After that, will he simply find another world to raze?

Samael's jaw tensed.

Not now... Taking a sharp breath, he contained his anger. There will be better use for it later.

The rest of their stay was uneventful. Once their clothes had somewhat improved, they set off once more to the blistering colds of the mountains.

Their travels were smooth, though perilous for many unawakened.

But trouble seemed to always find them.

Samael's steps halted as his gaze shifted to the right. He felt a tingling on his stomach and a nagging sense that something was wrong.

His instincts were warning him.

"There's an enemy," Samael warned the Saint. In which Ajax nodded and grabbed his blade, shattering the ice keeping it hilted.

Samael whipped out Void Raven, the black axe shuddering in his cold grasp. It seems even the weapon felt the intense cold through its steel.

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Expanding his senses forward, Samael could feel his Void compass stifled. Something in the air kept it from extending as it used to.

But it was enough.

Multiple hostiles rapidly raced towards their location, and Samael soon saw the snow a hundred meters from them rise as though it were waves.

"They're beneath!" He roared as he slammed his hand deep in the snow, a barrage of black spikes bursting forward to meet the enemy head-on.

However, the beast was far more nimble than Samael's attack as it swivelled away from the rushing spikes.

It's fast alright, Samael's grunt echoed as the spike arched, chasing after the tunnelling creature.

The chase did not take long, as a high-pitched wail ripped through the blistering wind, and a creature blew out of the snow, impaled and raised from the ground.

Samael had purposely chased the beast into another incoming surge of spikes, trapping the beast without potential escape.

It had the appearance of a furry white beast but the size of a mutated imgrave wolf; in fact, maybe even larger. Its claws were sharp, and Samael could barely see the facial traits except for two large fangs that almost seemed to mimic the appearance of horns.

Sensing another heading his way, Samael nimbly dropped, the claw of the beast slashing an inch above his hair.

Launching his foot back, a sickening crunch echoed, the creature known as Tunnel Bear flying with tremendous force straight to Ajax's waiting blades.

Within seconds, the confrontation came to an end. Samael had only one thought on his head.

The enemy was weak. Perhaps it was because of their terrain advantage that they were strong, but against Samael's enhanced Void compass, they were nothing.

Void Raven greedily drank the blood from the bears, releasing a soft hum as Samael threw him back inside the remnant.

Unfortunately, as much as Samael would like to relax, it seems there were more visitors.

"Come out," Samael's voice boomed.

Soon, multiple footsteps crushing snow echoed in the air as a dozen or so figures walked out of the cover of the blizzard.

It was an equal blend of men and women; all were pale just like the shore tribe, but their wear was a lot fiercer. Adorned in what appears to be a monster carapace and armed with makeshift weapons.

They were certainly stronger than the shore tribe. All of them were awakened too.

With bows pointed at the two, a woman came forward.

"Who are you who trespass in our home?!"

Samael warned Ajax to not lunge. If they wanted to, they could slaughter all of these people without even breaking a sweat.

Samael raised his hand. "We come in peace."

The warriors visibly flinched, and some's mouths even fell agape.

The woman did not bother hiding her surprise. "How do you know our tongue?! Did the shore tribe sell us?!"

Samael shook his head. "Only I know of your tongue. No one else does."

The woman, still agitated, began to emit her own astral pressure, causing a slight shift in the wind.

Samael's brows furrowed. "We are not here to fight! We come seeking answers!"

The woman's jaw tensed, her eyes sharpening. Samael could see the hands of the warriors slowly settling in the draws of their bows. Ajax himself shifted, his stance switching.

Samael could almost cut the tension with how heavy it had become.

"Leave!" The woman roared.

Samael's mood began to sour.

Part of him understood that there may be an underlying cause for their anger and cautiousness. But he and Ajax had not broken laws and had not even drawn their blades. In fact, they sheathed them as a sign of peace.

They willingly allowed them to circle them, and he himself had expressed his wishes for a conversation no matter how disadvantaged they are.

His sovereign heart was raging.

"Watch your tone," Samael's voice echoed, calm yet heavy, bearing a silent warning of death should they overstep.

The girl and the surrounding warriors flinched; Samael witnessed how their faces paled more than they already were. Their hands faltered and their stance shuddered.

They were afraid.

If they were smart, they'd know they were not the ones in charge.

Samael was.

"W-who are you?" The girl asked with a trembling voice.

"I am someone who seeks answers, and I won't stop until I get them," Samael demanded, his astral pressure leaking, causing the nearby men to sweat even within the harsh blizzard. "What tribe do you belong to?"

The girl swallowed hard.

"I won't repeat myself," Samael warned, a spike of bloodlust ripping through their stupor.

"I—we belong to the Ignivar tribe! We rule these mountains!" She answered.

"Lead me to your tribe," Samael demanded.

The warriors tensed even further, the girl herself frozen, stuck in her stance. "I— I..."

"Now," Samael's voice bore down on their shoulders as some of the warriors fell unconscious.

Seeing this, they nodded in compliance as she walked farther into the forest.

"They've agreed to let us to their home." Samael turned towards the armoured Saint.

Ajax shrugged. "Yeah, right."

The walk towards their home was by no means easy. However, Samael and Ajax made it appear so effortless that the warriors could only gossip. Something Samael did not miss.

"They whisper about us," Samael spoke.

"I can see that." Ajax turned to the man. "What of it? You're not the kind to care about what others think."

"They talk about outsiders, men not of these mountains," Samael informed the saint. "I think we found our target."

"We'll see. You'll have to probe further," Ajax said.

"I know," Samael nodded.

Soon, they bore witness to a village situated in the mountains, hidden by stones and foliage. The blizzard hid the area well too; it seems they've learnt to harmonise with nature itself.

Needless to say, their greetings were as warm as the first encounter.

"HALT!"

"INTRUDERS!"

"THEY'VE FOUND US! CALL THE ELDER!"

Men and women rushed to their stations as armoured soldiers similar to the girl rushed out, weapons in hand, all while bows were aimed at the ready.

Samael saw the lips of the girl beside him curl to a cocky smile.

"I suppose this is what they call a warm welcome," Ajax remarked.

A small chuckle left Samael's lips, startling the warriors that escorted them.

"I noticed you've become quite the joker as of recently, Ajax." Samael whipped his hair back as he stared at the enemy preparing to fire. "Let me handle this one."

"Why do you laugh?! Can you not understand the weight of the situation?!" The girl growled, only for Samael to slap a remnant on her mouth, locking her lips in place.

"She attacked the chief's daughter!"

War cries and curses were hurled at the two without mercy. It was almost quite the sight.

Princess, eh? Samael turned to Ajax.

"Looks like we're in the presence of royalty." Samael's gaze landed on the girl trying to pry off the metal strap on her mouth.

"She's a princess?" Ajax asked.

"The one and only," Samael chuckled as his gaze sharpened. "Alright, enough playing around."

Samael's figure turned to a blur.