The World We Do Not Know

"But! Before I come with you guys. I want you, the monkey who is sitting on top of another monkey to answer me something." Thorik says referring to the guy who is sitting on top of a beast.

"How dare you talk ill about Sir Arald! Just when he took pity on you guys and wanted to let you all live." Hawk says while approaching Thorik with cuff's.

"Heh! This human suddenly grew horns now that he knew I was going to spare his puny life?" Arald says as he stares down at Thorik while smiling from the corner of his mouth.

Arald seems calm without getting provoked or intimated by Thorik's words but inside he is saying*"Talk big all you want. Once the beasts are all assembled. You won't be able to talk anymore."* To Thorik out of anger glittering eyes.

"What do you wanted to know? I will grant your wish." Arald says as he waves his hand towards Thorik as if a king giving his permission to the slave. Arald's words and his body movements showed how c.o.c.ky he is and how superior he is feeling right now.

"A soldier- with a divine weapon like sword." Arald's eye brow feels a twitch all of a sudden upon hearing the words of Thorik. Thorik on the other hand is taking his time in telling what he want. The hairs on his body are standing up as he is reminiscing the sight of the soldier he is describing.

"The only soldier who could use the God arts... The one with whom you people have formed alliance with to win the war with the 11th realm. I want to know how he attained the God arts from? I'm sure it happened after he became your ally. After your ugly Queen accepted him into the kingdom."

"I want to know what took place? and is your Queen the only female to grant the power of God arts? I want to know how to get my hands on it." Thorik finishes his words like a wild beast hunger for power.

It was silent and Hawk and Arald are speechless with what Thorik had spoken.

Hawk is standing 5ft tall with jade green body. Reinforced with light green armor like skin at his c.h.e.s.t which is hard and looks like an extension of his skin and lizard scales on his neck. His arms are long stretching down to his knees from his shoulders. And he is dressed in normal full body gown.

Arald on the other hand is over 6ft tall and muscular. His lizard like scales are dotted and stretches all the way down to his t.h.i.g.hs. The scales on his body are more hard looking. Acting as an armor for his body. He only has a one silky green cloth wrapped around his waist as if he has just came out of shower.

Both Hawk and Arald are backed up by dozens of beasts of 8th realm which, each beast is of a captain grade. Meaning, as powerful as a captain on earth.

These beasts are also green in color with four limbs, sort of resembling an ape but every beast is above 8feet and muscular.

"He-he! S-so you are seeking for a power. You seem to be in a Captain's position, but it looks like you're not a gifter huh. A mere seeker for power became a captain. If only your squad has a gifter in it, you all wouldn't be in this pitiful position." Arald says with a goofy face trying to act like he does not know what Thorik is asking him about.

"I-I told our captain to get a gifter for this particular mission to assist us. Sir Theodore even offered our squad a gifter. B-but captain just ignored everyone and headed out with us inexperience squad and everybody flew away. We are the only one trapped here." The girl behind Thorik cries and stutters about her bad fate.

In this world, the gifters are people who have massive amounts of spiritual power inside them. There is a weapon which is gifted to them solely based on the type of elemental stone they use.

"You Mr. Seeker, I suggest you to give yourself up and die here. The things you have asked me and spoken off are forbidden to speak in this realm." Arald gets c.o.c.ky once he realises that the captain before him is not a gifter.

Hawk also laughs to himself for the stupidity of Thorik to stand against them even when he is a seeker class.

He walks up to Thorik with chain cuff's and a small steel spear.

"You don't have a squad to back you up here, nor do you have the power. Do not try to jump or slip away from us. We will give you a quick death." Arald says as he lean forward with an evil smirk.

"So you want me to spank your b.u.t.t and make you spill the truth about God arts or are you going to make it easy for me?" Thorik who has been quiet till now opens his mouth.

"Hahaha you puny human! What makes you so confident! You don't even have your armor on your body as of now. I have my dangerous beasts and dozens of them. Hawk alone can slice you people up to pieces. I'm blessed by God's for my superior physical ability. I'm a noble here. I have everything. What do you have that is making you c.o.c.ky? Tell me what do you have!" Arald goes on a rage all of a sudden with the behavior of Thorik and his words.

Hawk gets closer to Thorik with his cuff's and wraps his chains around Thorik.

*Clack*

Thorik who is infront of Hawk is suddenly walking away from him with his back against Hawk.

*"Huh? Why is he walking away? Wait! Why is Arald and the beasts are in front of me? They're supposed to be behind me." He is puzzled with what is happening before him.

As he sees Thorik walking away, Hawk feels his body is falling down onto the ground. The head of hawk is turned backwards by Thorik as he walks towards Arald.

"Well I have thumbs! And guns!" Thorik says to Arald with while showing his hand.

Arald, Hawk and the 8th realm beings only have four fingers and no thumb. Thorik reminds Arald that he has two of them while he breaks Hawk's neck by turning it all the way around.