At some point in history, things changed as mankind began going to war with themselves.
The beasts began to populate at incredible speeds like an evasive weed. In doing so their path to evolution increased birthing high matured grade 1 through 4 as they were called and prime beasts which had 5 known levels.
Lesser prime beast,lowly prime beast,grand prime beast, superior prime beast and supreme prime beast.
Afterwards, multitudes of beasts of many levels would appear through beast gates which formed in variety of places, but mainly near cities as the beasts intelligence increased.
No one knew how or why beast gates were so accurate to forming near cities, but they assumed it was to wipe out mankind.
Special detectors mounted in the watch towers could display and predict a beast gate opening but only five minutes before the portal fully formed.
Damon always took the same paths, cutting through multiple alleys he surfed through the back streets swiftly at great speed. He could hear multiple loud bangs and shutting doors all over the area.
Crowds of people who weren't skilled fighters rushed to safety, but like always many would not make it to their destination.
Damon had nearly perfected his routes no matter where he was in the city. He knew all the shortcuts and could get where he was going in half the time if he used the alleys. Physically he was stronger, faster and more agile than he was at the age of ten.
A blue spiraling portal formed sixty seconds later and shooting down like bricks from a collapsing tower was many mid size beasts.
"The portal, it formed way faster this time." Damon thought seeing the falling figures.
Gritting his teeth, he knew what to do.
He had many close calls and so he thought it would be wise to have multiple places throughout the city to hide in case a day came, and he couldn't make it to one of the four shelters.
which were underground bunkers designed to hold half the city if needed be.
The wealthy and middle class were families and people with enough funds to purchase or build homes that could withstand beast attacks up to mid mature level.
Their homes were decked out with strong alloy doors and almost unbreakable windows and walls along with their personal small hidden chambers. The poor and not so well off families either had to endure the waves or risk making it to a shelter.
Grey rolling clouds formed and stretched across the sky in a circular 400 meter radius as Damon changed directions. He didn't plan on fighting, that would mean certain death for him.
These weren't none matured beasts which was beasts without any magical skills or abilities like he fought and killed two years ago in the forest with Raya and Jasper.
These beasts were dangerous to someone at his skill level and he knew that very well. A blue beast gate meant low and mid mature beasts.
Every beast gate was color coordinated for identifying the possible threats. Heavy rain fell giving him a little more cover than he had.
After a minute of cutting multiple rights, and a few lefts, he came to an dead end alley. Running to the end, he lifted up a small sewer grate that was partially embedded in the wall.
Getting on his stomach, he slipped through crawling backwards grabbing the grate, pulling it back with as much force as he could.
Wiggling his body and using the small suffocating walls in the drain to push himself further back, he exhaled after feeling a drop off near his feet where water would flow to. It wasn't long before terrifying screams and battle calls rung out throughout the city.
"I really hope this hiding spot is as good as I thought. " he mumbled to himself.
With his rain active, he decided to work on a skill he had been constantly meditating on. For a year, he had been working on a way to detect, track and find things that were inside the radius of his rain.
He thought of the idea after so many close calls of not making it to a shelter. He thought if he could create such a skill, it would allow him maneuver around threats and forsee their movements.
Time passed and the blasting sounds of powers along with clashing metals dampened, at least in the area he was in.
Just like they had been notified about the wave of beasts, the city would be notified once every single beast was wiped out. Sometimes it took three hours sometimes six, it all depended on who was out there fighting and the difficulty level of beasts.
Many adventurers and people of different professions always came to Capetown on missions or just passing through. The academy teachers and others who could lend a hand would do so as well.
Damon focused on his rain, visualizing what he wanted it to do. With great focus he could feel his rain on a deeper level to the point he knew exactly where it was falling, but he failed to know what else was in those areas.
He was focused so hard, he didn't hear the foot steps approaching the entrance to the sewer he crawled into. He had drowned out all the noise and was tuned in with himself. The rattling of the sewer lid broke him out of his in depth meditation.
Fear crawled over his body for a moment before a familiar voice spoke.
"You can come out, its over." The voice said.
Damon eyes twitched in aggrevation just hearing the voice.
"No thanks, im good, I can wait until you leave. " he responded.
"How in the hell does he find me so often." Damon thought confused.
"You should know me by now street rat, just come out, I have supplies for you."
Wiggling and pulling himself out, his eyes cut upwards and instantly became more annoyed seeing Captain Issac standing there with a plain face.
"That shit looks dumb, you're always trying to match your stupid eyepatch with whatever you're wearing. " Damon mumbled angrily to himself while getting to his feet.
"What was that?" Captain issac asked with raised brows.
"What the hell do you want, i already told you, I dont need your fucking help."
"Says the boy who still wears the cloak I gave him." Captain issac responded
"Don't think I don't know what you're doing, ever since the day you threw me to the streets you've been pulling this type of crap."
Captain issac tilted up before answering.
"What crap are you referencing to? Providing you with a few things to ease your suffering a bit isnt crap."
Curling his hands into a fist, Damon frowned.
"You're trying to make yourself feel better, the fact you're always popping up with random shit like dried meats and a few trinkets to so call help tells me you feel guilty. Well it doesn't change the fact that you're an ass hole."
"You finish?" Captain Issac asked as if he could care less about Damon's little rant.
"Jus get out my way." Damon said angrily brushing past him.
Before he was able to take two steps more, he was hit a light bag making him stumble forward. Looking back, Captain Issac was gone.
"That bastard, i dont need his pity, he didn't think about helping me the first six months of this hell." He snapped outloud talking to himself.
Damon left the bag behind without a second thought, he didn't care what kind of supplies Captain issac had brought him. It didn't matter, he understood he might have been acting foolish, but it was his choice to be that way which he was fine with.
Seeing the sun setting, he realized the wave lasted for at least four hours. He had been meditating for that long and birthed no fruit, at least thats what he thought. Frustrated, he returned to his usual spot under the bridge and began working out to clear his mind.
The night went by in a flash and so did many days, Damon continued his routine on the same routes and continued to nurture the skill he wanted to form. He worked hard and stayed consistent until he was finally able to achieve the skill after a thousand tries.
He didn't know if it was because the skill was practically an insane skill or if his ability to learn skills were terrible, but he managed success.
Now whenever he used his rain, he could feel and locate anything that was in his rain, from inanimate objects to living beings. Nothing escaped his eye cloud, which was the name he decided on.
From that moment forward he continued to work on different skills hoping to change his crap ability to something dangerous, but unfortunately for the next couple years his efforts birthed no fruit.
Damon's body however had transformed, he was taller, stronger and chiseled to the core. His broad shoulders, large hands and the way he built his body up made it look like he weighed more than what he actually weighed. His locs were longer and his eyes had turned a darker orange.