Chapter 164 I’m One of the Four Calamities?!
Annelise listened and nodded. “Understood.”
Then, she found a spot and sat down, motioning for Evan to sit as well.
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“I’m going to summon my beast soul now. Take a good look and tell me if you’ve ever seen anything like it.”
The chief pressed her lips together, then nodded.
With that, Annelise gathered her spirit energy at her forehead, bracing herself. “Evan, turn away. Don’t look at me. I don’t want to scare you.”
He had already seen it once, so he was mentally prepared. “Don’t worry.”
When Annelise released her beast soul, the first to jump in terror was the chief. She had been kneeling, but the moment she saw the form, she scrambled backward so fast she slammed her head against the cavern wall.
The High Priest staggered back as well, nearly dropping to one knee.
Annelise withdrew it quickly. “Well? Did you get a clear look? I know it scares you, so I planned to show it as many times as it takes. Catch your breath first. Once you can handle it, tell me, and I’ll show it again. Please look closely and compare it to your memories. Even the slightest resemblance-tell me.”
She then speculated to the chief that the shaman was definitely hiding something big-no doubt about it. She needed the chief to think carefully.
“Because if she escaped just to get revenge, she wouldn’t have let her tail get cut off. Sh could’ve told me what I was first and then planned something else. The fact that she k probably means my beast form would’ve worked against me-caught me completely of guard.”
The chief might have been a criminal, but she still cared about the tribe. She nodded hard. will. Do it again.”
So Annelise summoned her beast soul a second time.
The chief stared straight at the glowing turquoise form, eyes stretched wide despite her fear. “I-I-I’ve seen it before! There’s one on the mural…”
Annelise’s expression twitched. “A mural? So, I’m some kind of stick figure on a wall now?”
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Chapter 164 I’m One of the Four Calamities?!
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At that, she cleared her throat, remembering they wouldn’t understand what a stick figure was.
When she put the beast soul away, the chief remained shaken, hands braced against the ground as if she were about to bow flat in submission-a shifter’s instinctive gesture of fealty. Even the High Priest had to brace against the wall just to stand properly again.
“Evan, you can turn around,” Annelise said. “We’ve got something.”
His hands trembled a little, but he handled it better than most-he was her mate, after all.
The chief let out a shaky breath, sweat dotting her temples. She wiped her forehead before continuing. “There’s a mural deep in the mountains. Many years ago, the shaman and I saw it. You were probably a child back then. I don’t know how the shaman knew your true form, but one day she asked me to take her there.”
Then, she explained that the mural had been carved by many shifters through generations.
The High Priest added, “Right. My matriarch didn’t make the earliest carvings. They came from even earlier. As I’ve said, the first chief-my matriarch-didn’t found this tribe alone. She merged it with the original local shifters.”
The chief continued. Back then, the shaman had pointed at the beast soul on the mural—an exact match for Annelise-and smiled.
“She said… she said we absolutely couldn’t let you rise. We had to crush your spirit, make sure you had no fight left in you, no will to live. Only then… Only then could I sit comfortably as chief and someday retire with honor like every chief before me.”
Annelise immediately asked, “Did she ever say what I was?”
“She said you were… calam-one of the Four Calamities.”
“One of the Four Calamities?!” Annelise swallowed hard. She remembered the Four recorded in The Boundless Atlas: Aetherion, Voraciel, Karnyx, and Gravemorn.
Which one was supposed to look like me? No… those were just illustrations. Reality never matches drawings. There’s mixed blood everywhere-shifters of the same race, different races-so by the time reached the original Annelise, everything was blended. Not following the textbook perfectly is normal.
The High Priest thought for a moment, then suddenly spoke. “There’s a legend-no, maybe not a legend.”
He hesitated over the wording, then said, “To a small tribe like ours, maybe it sounds like a legend. But to a powerful race like Riven Hollander’s, it probably isn’t. Anyway, they say that once a Calamity appears, it leaves carnage in its wake. Rivers of blood. Tribes destroyed. So if
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