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Chapter 129: A Different Kind of Strength
Asher stood still, watching the crowd’s anger grow.
‘She’s clever,’ he thought. ‘She’s turning my actions into a weapon to control the crowd.’
He hated being used like this, but part of him couldn’t deny the truth in her words.
The Elders had let their pride guide them, rejecting his help when it was offered. That choice had doomed their people to unnecessary suffering and deaths.
Now, they stood before him, their proud expressions replaced with guilt and shame.
None of them could meet the eyes of the furious beastkin.
‘It wasn’t my decision,’ he reminded himself. ‘It was theirs.’
The silence after her speech hung heavy in the air. All eyes were on Asher, waiting for him to validate her claim.
His gaze turned to Nyra, the Elder, who now looked far older than she had just moments ago. Her shoulders sagged, as if crushed by the weight of the accusations. For a split second, he almost felt pity for her.
Almost.
A wolfkin stepped forward, his voice low and firm. “Sorcerer, is this true? Did you offer to save our town, and they refused?”
The crowd held its breath. Some hoped he would deny it, believing it would be easier to bear. At least then, they could blame their families’ and loved ones’ deaths on their misfortune.
He knew he could stop this. A lie would calm them down, ease the tension, and shift the blame away from the Elders. But as his eyes met Ava’s, he saw the plea in her face, her eyes almost brimming with tears.
After a long pause, he made his choice.
“Yes. I offered to help your town. ”
The truth struck the crowd like a heavy blow. Shock rippled through them. Some stood frozen, unable to believe it. Others clenched their fists, their anger rising through their chest.
Ava, standing to the side, watched quietly. Her expression gave nothing away, but he could sense her satisfaction. She had gotten exactly what she wanted.
Out of nowhere, a sharp gasp cut through the silence. A wolfkin standing behind Nyra lunged forward, his spear glinting in the sunlight.
Before anyone could react, the weapon plunged straight into her chest.
Her eyes widened in shock as the sharp tip pierced through her. Blood spilled over the front of her robes, staining them deep crimson. For a moment, she looked down at the spear with disbelief, as though her mind couldn’t process what had just happened.
THUD!
She collapsed to the ground, clutching at the weapon.
The bear elder, standing nearby, let out a furious roar.
“TRAITOR!” His voice thundered over the gathering like a clap of thunder.
With an expression of pure rage, he swung his staff, smashing it into the head of the wolfkin.
The sound of skull cracking echoed loudly. The wolfkin crumpled to the ground, dead, blood pooling beneath him.
For a second, it seemed the chaos would end there. But it didn’t.
“They’re killing us!” Ava shouted, her voice loud and desperate.
The words spread through the crowd like a flood. Those already filled with anger didn’t hesitate anymore.
They grabbed whatever they could use as weapons—spears, knives, even sticks—and charged toward the Elders. The mob’s fury was unstoppable, and the Elders, caught completely off guard, had no time to prepare.
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“They let us suffer!” someone yelled from the crowd.
“They killed our families!”
“Get them!” another shouted.
They attacked with no mercy, thrusting their spears and swinging their weapons. The Elders fought back, but their defenses crumbled as the attackers flanked them from all sides.
The bearkin tried to fend off two attackers with his staff, knocking one to the ground.
But before he could strike again, a spear pierced his side. He fell to his knees, clutching the wound, his face twisted in pain.
Another Elder, the one with scales, raised her hands in surrender.
“Please, listen!” she begged. But the crowd didn’t care. A young beastkin charged forward and struck her down with a blade, her body collapsing in the dirt.
Blood covered the ground, dark and thick, as more Elders fell. The mob’s rage grew with every swing of a weapon, every cry of pain.
Ava stood on the edge of the chaos, her fists clenched.
“They’ve ruled us through tradition!” she shouted. “They’ve let us suffer because of their stupid pride! Don’t stop until it’s over!”
Her words pushed the crowd even further. Some turned to the Elders who had already fallen, driving their spears and blades into their bodies to make sure they were dead.
Even those without weapons joined in. They kicked and stomped on the corpses, their faces twisted with anger. Pain and frustration had built up, and now it all came out in violent waves.
Asher stood to the side, watching everything unfold. His face stayed calm, but inside, he was trying to make sense of it all.
‘They’re more barbaric than I thought,’ he muttered under his breath. His gaze shifted to Ava.
He had severely underestimated her. She might not have physical strength, but her cunning mind made up for it. She had seized the opportunity in an instant, turning the chaos to her advantage.
When the messed-up scene finally settled, the surviving beastkin all turned their attention to her.
“Ava, you’re the daughter of the Dogkin Elder. Now that he’s not here, you should take his position and lead us,” a wolfkin spoke up, his voice firm.
The others quickly nodded in agreement, as though they had already decided she was the perfect choice.
But to Asher, the scene felt too rehearsed. The way the wolfkin spoke first, and how the crowd followed so easily, made it seem like this was planned all along.
It was almost as if she had planted him there to steer the decision in her favor.
If that was true, it meant that even without his intervention, this clever girl would have found a way to turn everyone against the Elders—one way or another. What he had done only made it easier for her to carry out her plans.
“Sorcerer, thank you for saving us,” she said, turning around and bowing her head. She even knelt on the ground, and this gesture prompted the others to do the same.
Asher simply nodded and turned away, no longer wanting anything to do with her. She was too manipulative for his taste.
But before he could take off, she grabbed his feet.
“Sorcerer, I know you’ve done a lot for us, but can you help us reach Alarath? We’re afraid we might be attacked again.”
He raised his eyebrows, realizing she was trying to use him again.
“I already saved you, and I don’t want anything to do with any of you,” he said, breaking free and starting to hover.
Ava didn’t argue. Instead, she apologized. “I’m very sorry for my embarrassing actions. I was just desperate to save my people.”
The other beastkin began to show signs of being moved by her words. For their sake, she had lowered herself—another part of her plan to increase her standing.
Asher let out a low chuckle. He couldn’t decide whether to be impressed or annoyed by how cunning this girl was. She was multiple steps ahead of everyone.
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