The Runic Artist Chapter 13: Chapter 331 - Bloody Nightmares

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Chapter 331 - Bloody Nightmares Wulfgar felt the niggling of fear inside of him as he stomped through the jungle. The feeling that had once only reared its ugly head before a battle, or a moment after saying the wrong thing to his wife, was now an eternal partner. If he was being honest with himself, he had some misgivings about the path he had chosen. Thankfully, he wasn’t alone. “Why are we doing this again?” complained Fili. Wulfgar snorted. The tiny woman was now living her best life, but that didn’t stop her complaining every time there was any risk involved. Her armour, once Mythic leather, was now a flowing river of silver. Nate had called it Quicksilver, and, similar to Wulfgar owns armour, its form could be shifted. Compared to his Bloodborne Regalia of the Executioner, Fili’s Quicksilver Regalia could shift much much faster. “You know why,” muttered Wulfgar. “We haven’t even reached the simplest requirement of Master Ankh’s yet, but I spent enough time with Nate and Kiri to know the next step requires a pile of Divine treasures bigger than your tiny body. So, we’re out here doing our part. Earning our keep.” “I would have come anyway,” added Jak with a friendly smile. “It’s the right thing to do. We are members of the Risen Sun Sect, and we are helping our allies in the Golden Tide defend their worlds from invaders. Assisting is what a hero would do.” Wulfgar grunted his agreement. Where Fili was now covered in shifting silver liquid, Jak was barely covered. A loin cloth, completely unenchanted, and a shining white cape were all that decorated the hulking Orc, along with a new axe. The cape was the Regalia that Nate had made for Jak at the behest of Ankh’aris. Their new master had stated very simply that ‘A hero needs no armour besides his conviction’. The lunatic orc had eaten it up, even before his missing arm had been fully restored. If you’d asked Wulfgar, layers of armour were the way to go. Many, many layers of armour. In that, Wulfgar thought Nate had the right idea, while Jak was almost as masochistic as Kiri. “I know why we’re doing this. I meant why are we doing this . Stomping around the jungle. Can’t Nate just track them down and then we go hit them?” “He did. He said they’re somewhere in this area of the jungle. Might be easier to find them if you’d stop yappin!” Nate’s painted army had been rolling over the Mythic-tier beasts like a self-replenishing tide. They’d even taken down a few Lesser Divines. But, a few was not all. Some of the Lesser Divinities in service to Belori’s beast horde had banded together and begun conducting guerilla warfare against Nate’s painted army. Nate said he was working on a solution but, while he figured out how to handle that particular issue, it was Wulfgar and the rest of the Sect’s job to handle the problem. Which meant stomping through the jungle trying to find this team of Lesser Divines. “Kiri could’ve handled this too…” suggested Fili. “She has another task to see to,” interjected Gwen calmly, her twin familiars shining out of her back in the form of wings. Similar to how they couldn’t find Gwen artifacts to gain a Vessel, they also couldn’t find her artifacts to make a proper Regalia. So Nate had made her a lesser version that was apparently meant to work on the Concept of Restoration. A halfway point that Ankh’aris had accepted. “Don’t say Luci,” growled Wulfgar, cutting off Fili’s next suggestion. “Even if she could do it, I doubt she’d find them, or would have the attention span to stay on task.” Fili opened her mouth to say something when Wulfgar held his hand up. He could sense spilled blood nearby. His eyes drifted up into the canopy and found it. A small bit of blood hanging off a branch. He had their scent now. One side of him was telling him now was the time to run away. But the other half, the half that kept his word and followed through, told him to charge. So he did. With his hand extended to the side his Regalia transformed threads of blood into a hulki