" Iveral del dente novula "

The screams of a woman could be heard as she was seen running at the darkest hour of the night, an hour of pure chaos as her village was under attack. Hundreds of women and thousands of children were slaughtered.

Slaughtered by the attacking savages whose only purpose was destruction, bodies were scattered across the floors of the village while buildings were set on fire. Screams and wails were the order of the day.

Scattered across the woods were the survivors of this brutal invasion.

Scattered across the western forest known as Netarita, the invaders chased after them without hesitation, as they were not going to leave anyone alive. Anyone caught would be slaughtered.

The heavy wind blew fiercely, scattering dust across the air. Lightning flashed through the sky as thunder roared, pouring down heavy rainfall across the brutal invasion of the Red Spiders.

Passing through the dark parts of the forest, a young woman could be seen holding her baby while running as fast as she could. While trying to calm her crying baby, she was being chased by dozens of bandits.

All equipped with daggers and swords, ready to slice her into pieces.

Even though she was being followed, she never stopped running, racing across the wet ground. She held her baby tight as she quickly made a turn, distracting the bandits from getting close to her.

While running, she could hear the voices of the fast-approaching bandits. They were tracking the cries of the little baby in her arms. She was covered in a red gown, running as fast as she could.

Her husband had been killed in battle while trying to defend the village from this sudden attack, leaving her alone with her son. She kept running, panting heavily as she passed through corners.

The bandits who were trailing her scattered across the darkness, following both her footsteps and the cries of her child. Spotting her from a distance, one of the bandits took out his bow and arrow.

He fired at her, hoping to kill her on the spot. Since she wasn't running in a straight line, he couldn't hit her with a single shot, but eventually, he didn't miss... the arrow hit her heavily in the back, and she fell to the ground.

Covered in blood, she struggled to stand up. She slowly turned to see the bandits fast approaching her when she quickly charged up again. Leaving the arrow, she sprinted with her weeping child in her arms.

She kept running as long as her legs could carry her.

The other survivors were caught by the bandits and killed on the spot, their blood splashing across the dried leaves as their heads rolled on the ground. They were butchered in a dreadful manner.

A bald figure walked into the scene, dressed in the skins of those he slaughtered. He held a bloody axe, covering his face with blood. He stepped on a severed head and looked around.

Are these all the fools who tried to escape from us? the bald-headed figure asked.

No boss, a woman is still out there. She was holding a child, so she couldn't have gotten far. Besides, a few of us are currently chasing her. Her head will be brought to you soon, boss," a young bearded figure answered with a smile. He was the one responsible for slaughtering most of the women in cold blood, raping and killing them since they were the victors in this battle.

"Good, round up the heads. We will be taking them to the sorcerer as he requested. He desired a thousand heads... we have more than enough to give him," the bald-headed figure said with a sigh.

A little girl was dragged before him, completely stained in blood. Her eyes were filled with fear as the bald-headed figure chuckled softly. He raised his axe and instantly brought it down.

Blood splashed across his body, and he licked it off his face with excitement. Savages who thrived on the pleasures of warfare, they always relished dealing with the spoils of war.

"Once that last woman is killed, we are done here," the bald-headed figure said as he kicked away the bodiless head of the little girl he had just slaughtered while his men laughed out loud.

Meanwhile, faced with the fear of death, the young woman kept running.

But she was already bleeding profusely due to being shot by a poisonous arrow. She held her baby tightly, never letting him out of her sight. She kept running until she fell into a hole.

Collapsing to the ground while shielding her baby from the fall, her bones were completely shattered. She coughed out blood when she slowly looked up.

Since she fell into a hole, the bandits couldn't tell where she was, but she was already succumbing to death. Her eyes were bleeding due to the effects of the poison.

"Oh... you poor thing!"

A calm but mysterious voice was heard in the darkness, and the young woman suddenly opened her eyes in shock. Hearing the voice, she felt a glimmer of hope to save her son from death.

"Please... please... is anybody there? I want you to save my son. He is innocent and doesn't deserve this. I don't care what happens... please save my son," the woman begged, glancing at the darkness.

She didn't know what existed in the darkness, but all she had was hope. Her whole thoughts were on the safety of her son while she clung to him, even though her bones were completely shattered.

"You don't care what happens? I see you've already made up your mind to die today, but to survive until now, I can say you are no weak woman. But I have no obligation to save your son," the voice of the darkness spoke again, and tears flowed freely from her eyes.

"I know, I know... I don't care if you have any obligations to save my son, but I will do anything for you to save him. I don't care who you are or what you are... all I want is for my son to be saved," the woman said, hearing a hysterical laugh from the darkness. Two gigantic blue eyes appeared in the great darkness, releasing dark fogs into the air.

"You would do anything to save your son? What can you possibly offer me?" the voice asked.

"My soul, my body, anything you want... I am willing to give you. I don't care anymore; I've lost everything already. Please save my son from them," the woman answered, coughing out blood.

Her eyes and ears bled profusely when the dark voice fell silent. The screams of the child grew louder, attracting the bandits toward their direction.

"Very well, I will grant your request in exchange for two things... your soul is mine, and your child will be mine. On the child's eighteenth birthday, I will come for him," the voice declared.

"Do we have a deal?" the voice asked, its terror unmistakable.

"We have a deal!" the woman answered. In that moment, her soul was devoured, and the shadows of the darkness rose, spreading forth.

Out of the hole came a creature standing firmly while holding a baby in its arm.

"Hmph, her soul was enough to craft me a humanoid body, but it's not sufficient. It seems she summoned me without even realizing it. Quite a strange mortal, and nourishing," the mysterious creature said, grinning wickedly. It was a four-horned being, covered in shadows with bright flaming blue eyes.

A pentagram symbol glowed on its chest as it gazed at the bandits, who followed the cries of the child with murderous intent. They were now facing an absolute monster.

"What is this? What the hell is going on?" a bandit asked in shock, overwhelmed by fear. Before they could even move, they were slaughtered in the most gruesome way.

Their bodies exploded, blood scattering into the air as the mysterious creature grinned wickedly, feeding on the destruction it caused. It slowly turned toward the baby resting in its arm.

"What a strange child, I can feel the emptiness in him... a perfect tool for me, indeed. Such great emptiness; I will make good use of it," the creature said with a chuckle.

"I made a deal with that dying woman. The deal was to protect the child, but I suppose I will go beyond that," the mysterious creature said, stretching out its hand.

And within a few hundred miles... every living thing died