Chapter 237: The Titan of the Valley
Samuel's POV.
The sun was dipping low on the horizon, casting a golden hue over the wildlands. I walked in silence, my boots crunching against dry earth and ancient stones. The words of the Seer still echoed in my mind:
"You are not bound by fate... you are the void."
Tch. I wasn't here to become a god. I was here to rise. To claim what was denied to me in every life before.
As I passed through the outskirts of a small beast-hamlet, the townsfolk stopped and turned. Despite their human forms—some with subtle beastly features like slitted eyes or clawed fingers—they instinctively stepped back. Their instincts screamed caution. Fear.
An elderly beast woman holding a basket gave a low bow.
"You... you are the one the wind spoke of. The outsider from the Eastern Gate."
I nodded. "Just passing through. Not looking for trouble."
Her eyes darted to the dark gauntlets on my arms—Warden's Gauntlets, still humming with residual energy from the last fight.
"We feel your power. It rolls off you like thunder. Trouble follows men like you... or ends with them."
She wasn't wrong.