The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 296: Yaren’s POV: The Second Test

Chapter 296: Yaren’s POV: The Second Test

MOON (told from the perspective of Yaren)

After the great Beast Wolf made it pass the test of Mirrors and finally descended hell, it didn’t take time for him to learn that the place he had yearned to escape to was unbearable.

There, he witnessed the full extents to which the depravity of fallen gods and goddesses could reach, and he yearned to escape to earth which he heard a certain Moon Goddess inhabited.

But to do do, he had to first overcome the labyrinth. A place where list souls would forever wander, and a place where even the most sane of persons had no choice but to succumb to the madness of the dark.

The Labyrinth is a place where one has to fight one’s self. A battle that is most often lost than won.

— The Poetic Tale of the Great Beast Wolf on his quest to attain Nirvana.

Yaren, contestant number three of Door number three—the Door of Longing—escaped the Mirrors unscathed, but with his mind a bit woozy.

There, he had confronted first hand memories he thought were forgotten. Memories of a young boy named royalty who was rather dress quite shabbily. A young boy who had no mother, and whose father even though alive was better off dead.

But the most profound part of the reflection, the part that actually wanted to keep him from escaping the hell of the Mirrors was the image of that young boy with innocent eyes, clinging to an older boy with dark brooding eyes filled with infinite intelligence.

It had taken some convincing that he could not forever rely on Daemon NorthSteed’s brotherly love for him to survive, he had to convince himself that it was time for he to properly stand on his feet. And at long last, he was finally able to break away from the reflection and the spell that it held upon him.

As he had predicted, the first test had been more of a mental test, and hewed placing all his bets that the second test might follow suite. But he couldn’t be sure; contrary to what everyone thought, Daemon’s mind used to be enigmatic to him too as well.

Tracking his brother’s thought process was like chasing after air.

You see it—kind of, you feel it, you can touch it—to some extent, but you can never catch it. Somehow, it just manages to flow back into the air. That was exactly how Daemon NorthSteed was.

The avenue for the second test was farther from the waiting arena where they had the first test. This time, they had to proceed to the Capital Square. The instruction was to proceed regardless of the fact the first test was yet to end in entirety.

The people who failed the first test were rather befuddled. Almost in a daze as if they couldn’t quite believe what had just happened to them.

Had they really failed? Had they come this far from the first tournament only to flop right on their asses?

Really, thinking about it got them nowhere. And it was becoming quite apparent that the contestants would thin to startling numbers if things were to proceed as it was.

Yaren knew the numbers weren’t doing very great. Being the third contestant, he was the first to actually qualify from his Door. As to the fate of the others behind him, he could imagine it was rather bleak.

But he was far from interested in debating whether his enemies were thinning out or not. He might just be the next person that would be taken out of the ground if he didn’t hone his adaptability skills.

Back then in the makeshift room, for a moment, he was almost sure that he wouldn’t be able to crawl out of that room even if it came to it. Thankfully, his mental astuteness proved to be quite helpful at the dying minute.

He didn’t beleive such luck would he at his side anymore. Especially since it almost seemed as though Daemon was quite determined to wipe out ninth-tenth of the contestants in one sweep.

With the way things were proceeding, Yaren was also in doubt as to whether they would actually be a third tournament. If ever there was going to be one, then he didn’t beleive it would be quite as conventional as how things were currently proceeding.

Yaren raced in wolf form to the Capital Square, determination coursing through his veins. He was in his true element and his true environment, and as if to cheer him on, it began to snow.

The cold wind whipped against his fur, and while it might have been torture to many, he could swear that there was nothing sweeter and more enlightening than embracing his feral self on his mother’s land.

Back then when they were still at the GreenLands, his wolf was always irritable, snappy, and as time passed, it morphed into a trapped being that even he himself couldn’t recognize.

That was when Yaren realized that despite abhorring his late father, he actually freaking loved the land he was born into. And that love only grew stronger as the one man he lived and breathed for finally took said land.

Daemon would forever own his life and loyalty, but more than that, Yaren had to come at the top of this tournament. And not just at the top, but whoever that would be behind him should not be able to see his back.

Yes, he wanted to leave that much gap. A crushing victory.

Yaren slowed down as the towering pavilions of the capital square came into his sight.

The vast expanse of empty land that could contain hundreds of thousands of people wasn’t the same though. Something dark and unrecognisable—almost like an artificial flower bed—had been set up on the land and it stretched for as far long as his eyes could make.

And that was just for what he could see, he couldn’t quite imagine just how deep said artificial flower garden went in considering he could barely see the foundations of the towering pavilions that towered behind it.

"Is it not breathtaking?" A distant but familiar voice spoke, approaching him.

Something felt off almost immediately. Despite the fact that Yaren was stretching his senses, he couldn’t hear the footsteps of the man that was supposedly walking towards him, nor could he hear even the sway of the man’s hands.

These were things he would have ordinarily heard, but against whoever that spoke to him, he came out blank.

He turned to the direction of the voice, and chaotic brown eyes possessing brown hair greeted Yaren’s sight.

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