Yearning

"It's them?"

"This is what the leading Gutel Behemoth, Gutel, asked."

"Yes, Chieftain."

Nuogeer nodded in the sky.

"Alright, let's go see them then."

"Their faces seem familiar, as if I've seen them many years ago, yet they also feel somewhat foreign."

When the Calamity of the Wild Giant came.

He had indeed witnessed the Gaen Giant and Morgan People emerging from An Bi's flesh and blood.

But the Morgan People of that time and the Demonfolk of today are vastly different; they have long since diverged.

After circling in the sky for a few minutes, Gutel led a group of Gutel Behemoth and slowly descended to the ground.

A towering, mighty beast descended upon the land, bringing with it a violent hurricane.

His towering height of a thousand meters, standing tall and imposing, resembled an insurmountable mountain before the Demonfolk, exuding an aura of unparalleled majesty and grandeur.

Many Demonfolk lost their footing and collapsed to the ground.

Only the strongest among the Demonfolk managed to maintain their standing posture, refusing to be crushed to the ground by Gutel's oppressive aura.

As for Apas, the Demonfolk King who directly faced the oppressive power of Gut, he endured the strongest attack, yet gritted his teeth and persevered, refusing to fall.

A few minutes later, the overwhelming pressure dissipated, and Gutel gave up applying pressure. Instead, he looked at the Demon King and let out a low laugh.

"Not bad, you Demonfolk are still descendants of the Wild Giant."

These words made the Demon King Apas's eyes light up.

Could these colossal beasts before us have also emerged from the remains of the Wild Giant?

He thought for a moment, then spoke.

"I am Apas, the noble and powerful king of the Gutel Behemoth. You are right, we were born from the flesh and blood of our An Bi, Ambhi."

"Initially, we were Morgan People, but after arriving in the Land of Darkness, we gradually evolved into the Demonfolk."

"Are you and your people also descended from those great Wild Giant?"

"Of course, my Gutel Clan also emerged from the corpses of the Wild Giant."

Gutel nodded slightly in agreement.

But he didn't say that he was the owner of the Wild Giant's corpse, nor did he explain why he fell and gave birth to the Gutel Clan, and why he himself became a member of the Gutel Clan.

This is his sin, and also the Creator's arrangement.

But below.

On the earth.

Demon King Apas was overjoyed to see that his relationship had yielded results.

He continued.

"Your magnificent and noble figure reminds me of the legend passed down through countless years of my Demonfolk's Fabled — the Moon-Devouring Dragon."

Upon hearing this statement...

The Gutel Behemoth ' eyes lit up.

"The moon, Blood Moon?"

"The Moon-Devouring Dragon?"

They were enormous, incredibly strong, and possessed unimaginable power, yet they never devoured the Blood Moon in the sky.

Below Gutel, a young Gutel Behemoth's eyes suddenly lit up as it looked at its father.

"Father, did you ever devour the Blood Moon?"

Gutel's face darkened; this was his dark history, the source of his transformation from the Shadow Wild Giant into the Gutel Beast King.

He glanced at the outspoken Demon King Apas, then at his curious clansmen and son, and finally sighed before speaking.

"Alright, since you're curious, I'll tell you the story from the past."

"In the distant past, at the end of the Wild Era and the beginning of the Era of Beginnings, the Darkside World was filled with endless darkness, without a trace of Radiance."

"Back then, there was no such dazzling Blood Moon in the dark sky."

"Therefore, our progenitor, the Wild Giant, severed off his own finger, which transformed into the Shadow Dragon, Braiduk, the guardian of the Shadow Kingdom. He went to the World of Radiance, devoured the bright moon in the sky, and brought it back to the World of Darkness as the source of light for the dark heavens."

Gutel recounted the process in detail.

"In the end, Braiduk succeeded, and the Blood Moon was born in the sky, but that Wild Giant was punished by the Creator and became the origin of our race."

"This is the origin of the Moon-Devouring Dragon."

"Therefore, this Moon-Devouring Dragon is not you, but Lord Braiduk."

The young Gutel Behemoth spoke.

"Certainly."

Gutel nodded, wanting to end the conversation.

But the young Gutel Behemoth did not cease its curiosity.

What does the World of Radiance look like?

"Can we go take a look?"

Gutel's ferocious face darkened.

"No, I told the Creator that my Gutel Clan will forever guard the World of Darkness."

We will never set foot in the World of Radiance again.

"Modier, don't even think about it. Otherwise, even if you are my son, I will punish you."

Upon hearing this, Modier trembled, seemingly recalling the terrifying sight of his father in anger, and quickly nodded.

"Father, I understand. I won't make a mistake."

Although he said that, the flame of curiosity in his heart burned even brighter.

"I must go and see the world of Radiance!"

When Gutel saw his son Modier bow his head, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he was the King of the Gutel, his personality, inherited from the Wild Giant Gutel, made him not so harsh.

He asked the Demon King Apas.

"Apas, I remember that the Morgan People were born from the flesh and blood of An Bi along with the Gaen Giant. How did you, this branch of the Morgan People, end up in the World of Darkness instead of the World of Radiance?"

"This place is not suitable for you. Go back to where you came from, return to your people in the World of Radiance."

Demon King Apas turned pale.

King of the Gutel clearly does not welcome Demonfolk residing in the World of Darkness.

He quickly explained.

"Great King of the Gutel, it's not that we don't want to return to the World of Radiance, but that we have no home left in the Land of Radiance. We, this branch of the Demonfolk, are the last of the Morgan People."

"What's going on, Continent of Radiance? Do you have enemies?"

Gutel asked, puzzled.

"Yes, Great King of the Gutel, the Gaen Giant have betrayed our kinship and ruthlessly slaughtered my Morgan Clan. We could not resist and had no choice but to flee to the Dark Continent."

He gave a brief account of the war between the Morn People and the Gaen Giant, slightly favoring the Morgan People while keeping the facts unchanged.

Upon hearing this, Gutel sighed deeply.

"Well, so you guys have nowhere to go either."

He felt sympathy for their plight, which reminded him of his own past, when he led his people to flee to the Dark Continent in the same way.

"Alright then, I'll allow you to live on this land."

"However, you must continue to plant vegetation and cultivate forests and grasslands for the Dark Continent."