novelraw Chapter 225: Human In Savroth
Chapter 225: Human In Savroth
But Savroth didn’t just belong to the beast tribes.
Hidden deep in its jungles, valleys, and misty cliffs... There were humans too.
Even the people of Aetherion had no idea.
Not the Ether Council.
Not even the scholars of Lumaria.
Everyone believed Savroth was too wild, too dangerous for any humans to survive.
Everyone... except for Makazi Bheka, the Beast King.
Each tribe had its own customs, its own language, and its own beliefs.
And many of them worshipped gods—but not the kind that looked like humans.
Their gods were beings with bodies of animals and parts of humans—ancient, powerful, and wild.
And when the people prayed, trained, and proved their worth... they were blessed with powers linked to the beast-god they followed.
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One tribe lived in the deep red forests, where the leaves stayed crimson all year. They worshipped Kafrat, a god with the head of a fox and the body of a man.
Kafrat was the god of stealth, cleverness, and trickery.
The people of this tribe wore masks shaped like foxes, moved without sound, and could vanish into the shadows.
Those blessed by Kafrat gained the ability to move unseen, speak with animals, and trick even wild beasts.
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Another tribe, high in the rocky cliffs of the eastern range, followed Bastet, a powerful goddess with the body of a giant cat and the head of a fierce woman.
Bastriya was the goddess of grace, protection, and war.
Her warriors moved like dancers, quick and deadly.
The blessed among them could leap great distances, sense danger from far away, and strike with claws of energy.
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In the sunlit river valleys lived a peaceful tribe who honored Harnok, a god with the head of a falcon and wings made of light.
He was the god of the sky, vision, and truth.
His followers trained to see through lies, and some could even see short glimpses of the future.
They were gifted archers, hunters, and messengers—able to climb impossible heights and ride the wind.
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Near the swamplands, a darker tribe worshipped Sabemut, a crocodile-headed god of strength, judgment, and survival.
Sabemut’s chosen had skin tough as scales, great endurance, and the ability to hold their breath for long stretches.
They believed in testing the soul through pain and patience. Their warriors wrestled with wild beasts to prove their worth, and those who survived were called "Teeth of Sabemut."
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And finally, in the far west desert, lived the Anurakai Tribe, who followed a jackal-headed god named Amuntek.
He was the guide of souls and keeper of secrets.
His people painted their faces in black dust, moved in silence, and guarded ancient tombs hidden in the sand.
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Each of these tribes stayed within their own lands.
They respected the beasts of Savroth and never tried to conquer or control them.
Instead, they lived beside them—side by side with the wild. They hunted only when needed, protected nature, and raised their children among the sounds of roars, winds, and thunder. It was a way of life the rest of Aetherion had forgotten.
But not all tribes prayed to gods.
Some believed that humans and beasts were equals.
These tribes didn’t build temples or offer chants. Instead, they lived with the beasts, trained beside them, shared their food, and learned their instincts.
And through that bond... they awakened beast-like abilities that came not from worship.
Some awakened the powers of an Ice Lion, gaining both the strength of a lion and the freezing bite of cold.
Their claws could slash and freeze, and their breath could chill an entire battlefield.
Others trained with Earth Mammoths, and awakened heavy, unbreakable defense.
These warriors could shake the ground with a step and create stone walls with a punch. Their skin became tougher than steel, like the hide of a mountain beast.
Some awakened rare powers like the Shadow Cheetah, vanishing into darkness and striking before anyone could react.
Others followed the path of the Illusion Fox, weaving tricks and false images into the air, confusing enemies without ever touching them.
There were those who bonded with the Wind Griffins, learning how to glide on strong gusts, slice the wind with their hands, and roar like a storm.
Some trained with the Thunder Bears, gaining powerful thunderclaps from their fists and lightning in their blood.
Others became one with the Flame Leopards, learning how to run with burning speed and leave trails of fire behind every step.
Some rare few were even said to share a bond with the Crystal Serpents—snake-like beasts whose scales shimmered like glass and could create light illusions or bend into invisibility.
Unknown to the outside world, even the powerful Makazi Bheka, the SS-Rank Etherbon and Beast King, once lived among these tribes.
He wasn’t strong from the beginning.
But after years of training in the beast tribe, with the lions. He became so much stronger.
He bonded with the Storm Lion, a rare beast with the roar of thunder and the heart of fire.
The strongest of these tribe-bonded warriors can even merge with their beast partners. When they need it most, they fuse together—becoming one body, one spirit.
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But not all tribes lived in peace with one another.
Especially not the Sekharii Tribe—the followers of Sekhara, the god with the body of a lion and the head of a golden sun.
They believed Sekhara was the divine flame, the one true source of power.
To them, Sekhara was not just a god... but a being above all others. And so, they treated those who did not bow to gods—as lesser, even unworthy of power.
The Sekharii did not believe in bonding with beasts as equals. They believed in worship, obedience, and sacrifice.
In their eyes, to see a human merge with a beast without divine permission was heresy.
And among all rival tribes, they hated the Flame Beast Tribe the most.
The Flame Beast Tribe was different from the rest. They were born in flame, raised in smoke, and lived with fire in their blood.
The Flame Beast Tribe lived near molten lands, in forests where the trees glowed red with heat and lava rivers cracked through the earth.
Their people were marked by bright red eyes, ember-like tattoos, and wild, flaming hair.
Most of them awakened the power of flame beasts, like Fire Lions with manes of molten fire and roars that could melt stone.
Fire Tigers that left trails of burning claw marks in their wake.
Fire Elephants with armored skin and the ability to breathe jets of flame.
Fire Mammoths, older and more furious, with the power to summon firestorms with every stomp.
Fire Cats, small and fast, who could ignite themselves and dart through enemy lines in a blink.
Fire Dogs, loyal protectors who could track heat and burn through chains.
Fire Eagles, whose wings glowed like the sun and could rain fire from above.
Fire Skybeasts, giant flying creatures with blazing tails and voices that echoed like thunder.
Fire Foxes, clever and mysterious, known to control blue fire and disappear in sparks.
They were a proud tribe—fierce, untamed, and deeply united with their beasts.
But the Sekharii saw them as a threat.
Especially when they find out that a girl of the Flame Beast Tribe awakened something terrifying.
No one knew exactly what her power was. Not even her own tribe.
But the moment she opened her eyes, the flames in the sky bent toward her. The volcano nearby grew restless.
Fire danced around her without hurting her skin. And when she cried, the lava itself bubbled in fear.
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The Sekharii didn’t care what kind of power the girl had.
To them, it didn’t matter at all.
The very idea that a tribe who didn’t pray to Sekhara—who didn’t believe in their god—had given birth to a child with such dangerous power... was a direct insult to everything they believed.
So, they decided to kill her.
But they knew they couldn’t start a full war with the Flame Beast Tribe. That tribe was stronger than them in power and numbers.
So instead, they tried to attack in secret.
Quietly.
From the shadows.
But almost every time... they failed.
Their first attempt happened late at night. A group of Sekharii warriors disguised themselves as beasts and entered the Flame Beast land.
They brought a dark poison made from ember root and smoke lilies—a gas so strong it could knock out even powerful fire beasts.
They released the gas near the tents where the girl was sleeping.
But something strange happened.
The fire around her suddenly grew wild and hot.
The poison mist caught fire before it could touch her.
It twisted into harmless smoke... and vanished.
Their plan failed.
The second attempt came days later. This time, they disguised themselves as traveling monks. They said they had come to bless the "flame child."
They brought gifts—shiny stones, fire scrolls, and charm-blades hidden in silk.
They walked into the village, pretending to be peaceful.
But the Fire Foxes, the beasts bonded with the tribe, sensed their lies.
Before the spies could attack, the foxes growled loudly and chased them out of the village—hunting them for miles with fire and fury.
The third attempt was their boldest.
One night, they kidnapped a young Fire Flying Lion Cub—the girl’s bonded beast and closest companion.
They left a trail of burned fur and blood, hoping the girl would follow it alone.
And she did.
But she didn’t come alone.
She brought the Fire Mammoths with her.
The Sekharii soldiers were completely unprepared. Before they could run or defend themselves, the mammoths crushed and burned everything in their path.
The cub flew into her arms.
And she went back home without a scratch.
After that day, the Sekharii grew angry... and afraid.
Because no matter what plan they made...
No matter how clever or careful they were...
They always fail.
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Sharky, Rosie, and Sophia had finally arrived in Savroth.
The moment their feet touched the soft, mossy ground, they could feel the jungle was alive. The trees swayed gently, not just with wind, but with energy—like they were watching.
Every step deeper into the jungle revealed something new and amazing.
A Thunder Fox growled from a high cliff, its body crackling with lightning like a living storm cloud.
To the east, a Grass Cheetah ran through a sunny glade. Wherever its paws touched, green vines and wildflowers sprang up from the earth.
Farther ahead, a massive Fire Rhino stood proudly on a burning rock hill. The ground around it was blackened and cracked, its horn glowing like molten fire.
Then, the air suddenly turned cold—so cold that their breath showed in white puffs. Through the mist, an Ice Hippo lumbered through a frozen ravine, leaving behind a trail of frost, even in the middle of this hot jungle.
High above on a stone ledge, a Stone Gorilla moved slowly. Its body was covered in silver rock, blending into the cliffside. Only its red glowing eyes gave it away.
"So many amazing creatures..." Rosie whispered, her eyes wide with wonder. She stopped suddenly, pointing ahead.
A small bear cub was sitting nearby, calmly chewing bamboo. Its paws glowed faintly, leaving tiny trails of fire in the grass.
"Sharky... can we keep it?" she asked with a smile.
Sharky was about to say yes—until he noticed something.
Just behind the cub, sitting quietly, was a boy.
He couldn’t be more than eight years old.
Barefoot, wearing clothes made of animal hide, his skin was sun-darkened, and his hair was tied into little braids with wooden beads carved by hand.
He was resting beside the bear, but the moment he saw Sharky and the others, his eyes widened, and he sat up fast—ready to run.
The bear cub stopped chewing, sensing the boy’s fear.
Sharky slowly raised his hand, speaking gently. "Wait, it’s okay. We’re not here to hurt you."
The boy didn’t say anything. His eyes moved quickly between them, full of fear and confusion.
Then suddenly—he turned and ran into the trees without a word. The bear cub followed right behind him, its paws leaving small trails of fire on the ground.
Rosie blinked in shock. "A child? Living here?"
"Let’s go after him," Sharky said. He was just as surprised. If Savroth was supposed to be a land without humans, then how could a child be here? He needed to find out.