(Arc: Revenge) Elite group

The gentle breeze helped to recover my composure as it brushed past me. The caws of tens of crows echoed throughout the clearing, symbol of death. My heavy eyes stared down at a tombstone in particular; it belonged to Gerald. This visit would be my last...at least for a while. My final goodbyes in Bliss village were melancholic and uneventful.

The journey back to Vainum flashed by as I was busy planning my revenge and thinking of the course of action to take to become stronger; my power was still too meager to compete with the other continents. By the time I neared Vainum, it was already nightfall. The tawny tree trunks were dimly illuminated by the glowing moonlight that seeped through the webs of leaves; the moon was surrounded by an infinite number of bright stars that saturated the sky. The branches creaked as the animals took refuge when the leaves crackled under the soles of my feet.

Despite my longing for a hot, soothing bath, more urgent matters needed to be dealt with. As I stepped into the Anderson's great room, all of the chatter died down. Every individual present earlier was still here and that was a good thing; things needed to be set straight. My long strides led me to the center of the room. With a stern expression, I looked around the room at all of the aristocrats; my lips did not move, not a word was uttered.

The air was asphyxiating...for them. All of those pompous rats needed to understand that they let innocent people perish. The most significant blow to me was that even my own family was part of that group.

"Even I, with my missing eye, can see that you're all scared and weak. I would have a hard time distinguishing you from a group of farmers, actually, I may even think that the farmers were stronger than you lot," I said.

They dared not make eye contact and retaliate because deep down, they knew I was spot on.

"We're sorry about Bliss village but--"

"Your apologies are not going to bring back the dead, therefore, you can take your excuses and shove them where the sun doesn't shine."

"What's more important is that we devise a strategy to counterattack," I added.

"While you were gone, we came to a conclusion. We realized that we are lacking in several ways and that we are like lambs to the slaughter; therefore, we wanted to appoint you as leader of the continent," grandfather replied.

Numerous thoughts ran through my head. On one hand, it was a hassle to manage a whole continent, but on the other, I had an army behind my back. The choice was tough to make but I eventually reached an answer.

"I accept the leadership position. However, I have a few conditions that are non-negotiable: I must maintain my freedom and not be trapped here, grandfather will act as my substitute when I'm not around and I want to choose the name of the continent."

Their heads all nodded in agreement without a second thought; desperation was written all over their pathetic faces. This was groundbreaking as the landmass had never been united since its creation. Everyone present was witnessing history.

"What do you want to name the continent?" father asked.

A smile appeared on my face as I uttered a single word.

"Gerhan."

The moniker was a tribute to my late master and was a combination of both of our names.

'He would have found this amusing. Hopefully his name may live on forever.'

And on that day, Gerhan was founded and its eyes were set on one family, the Ellis family. Our discussion went on for hours and we finally agreed that the best thing to do was to form an elite group to triumph over our enemy. The group would consist of the five patriarchs, each of their strongest offspring and yours truly.

The optimal time to attack was a week from now; the enemy would be caught on the wrong foot as they would not be expecting an attack so soon. The week long delay was for members of the group to get acquainted with each other. As I was the leader of the continent, the Anderson residence was chosen as our headquarter and everyone used the structure as their abode.

The D-day was finally upon us. The eleven members all donned black capes to blend into the surroundings. The sun beamed down on us and embraced us with its warmth...not a good thing when you had a hundred layers of clothing on! I felt like a chicken on a rotisserie. Our journey began and we barely said a word to each other, well, except Andre Laurier.

The latter hailed from the unassuming Laurier family; they always ranked sixth and were reputed for their forging skills rather than their fighting skills. His appearance fit the stereotype of a pretty boy, his blonde locks extended past his shoulders and his ultramarine blue eyes were complemented by his thin, pointy nose.

The man was in his twenties and couldn't seem to close his mouth for even a second. His behavior evoked memories of Jack and a chuckle was let out. His attitude was a breath of fresh air, his demeanor was relaxed and at ease instead of the usual stuck-up nature of aristocrats.

"How old are you dude? Thirty?" he asked

"I'm only twenty you prick."

"You look old, must be the wrinkles or the missing eye."

"You look like an infant, must be your power or should I say lack of," I replied in a snarky manner.

Unable to maintain his composure, he exploded in a fit of laughter and held his stomach; I followed suit and also started chuckling. It seemed like I would have someone to keep me entertained for a while. The imposing wall that bordered the Ellis' territory came into view. The sun had already set and this was a God-given opportunity to attack.

'Von, I hope that you don't mind your head rolling on the floor!'