Part 1: The Pain of a Hero
In a distant forest, blood covered the walls like a dark river. The dark elves, led by their king Midgar, were desperately fighting to resist the assault of the grotesque beasts that were approaching. They were giant spiders with male humanoid torsos that spat acid out of their mouths, trying to dissolve the walls that protected the city from the elves.
Meanwhile, in the middle of the chaos, on the side of the monsters, a young man in a long white trench coat and wielding two crimson swords was fighting with all his might. His movements were agile and precise, each blow was imbued with a contained fury that he channeled through his swords. The dark elves, stationed on the walls, would shoot magic arrows in an effort to stop the spiders before they scaled the walls.
To understand how this point was reached, we must go back in time. Benjamin had arrived at the dark forest and, with a clear mission, requested an audience with the king of the dark elves. His arrival was not received in a friendly manner; the dark elves, distrustful by the previous attacks of other humans, showed a veiled hostility. However, Benjamin was not intimidated and engaged in a chat with the king and the elf leaders. With patience and skill, he initiated a diplomacy in which he proposed peaceful coexistence between the humans of the neighborhood and the dark elves. His proposal was met with skepticism at first, but then it was accepted.
As a thank you for his diplomatic act, the dark elves decided to teach Benjamin the basic magical techniques of their tribe. These included the control of spirits and the magic of the elements, although dark elves could only use the magic of the willowfire, a fire more powerful than normal fire. For almost a week, Benjamin devoted himself to mastering this technique, managing to imbue the fire into his swords and parts of his body. Then, they started the combat classes with weapons, where he learned to handle daggers, knives, swords, spears, bows, hammers, shields, sickles, blades with chains, among others. By the end of the second week, he had acquired skills in all the weapons known to the elves.
During his stay, Benjamin formed close bonds with the elves who took care of him, offering him food, water and new, combat-resistant clothes. However, it was at the beginning of the third week when the fate abruptly changed. An earthquake shook the earth and the castle walls, alerting everyone. The elves ran towards the walls, where they were met by the ominous presence of several divine lighthouses. Benjamin, aware of what it meant, understood that a joint assault had begun. According to his research with the dark elves, the zone boss had a time limit before he lost control of the region. Within that time, he had to master all the places at his disposal in order to become stronger and rise to the rank of city boss. And that moment had already begun.
Determined to protect the city from the dark elves, Benjamin prepared for battle. With determination in his gaze and a weight in his heart, he headed towards the wall and turned to the king and the elves.
Benjamin: - I will protect this city, even if it's the last thing I do. It's the least I can do for you as a thank you for your care.
After uttering these words, he took a step forward over the wall and launched himself into the void, towards the swarm of monsters that were waiting below. With his two long swords gripped tightly, he used the wall of the rampart to propel himself and, with a leap filled with fury, pounced on the spider monsters. Their swords moved with the precision of a master, slashing and tearing at the creatures with each blow. The will-o'-the-wisp enveloped their weapons, incinerating the monsters on contact, while Benjamin fought with a ferocity that seemed supernatural.
Each movement was a deadly dance, a lethal choreography in which Benjamin moved between the monsters with a speed and agility that defied the laws of physics. His swords, now an extension of his will, became tools of pure destruction, as the beasts fell before his power, one after another. The sound of steel slicing flesh and the crunching of spiders' jaws echoed in the air, creating a terrifying symphony that echoed on the dark elf city walls.
The battle was just beginning, but Benjamin's determination was unwavering. He would protect those who had taken him in, and he would not stop until the last of those monstrosities was annihilated.
The battlefield was covered with a red mantle, where the blood of the spider beasts mixed with the earth under Benjamin's feet. The air was permeated with the smell of burning flesh and corrosive acid, while the walls of the dark elf city trembled before the incessant attack. The infernal spiders, with their colossal bodies and humanoid torsos, spat acid that sputtered on contact with the walls, trying to break through the stone.
Benjamin, with his white trench coat waving like a banner in the midst of the devastation, was rushing into combat with a restrained fury. His two crimson swords, imbued with the will-o'-the-wisp fire he had learned to master, glowed with ominous intensity as they sliced through the air and flesh of the creatures. Each blow was precise, but it was also charged with a raw brutality, a mixture of lethal grace and outsized strength.
With a quick movement, Benjamin slid under one of the monstrous spiders that had launched itself at him. He turned on his heel, cutting off the beast's legs with a single sweep of his right sword, while the left one plunged deep into the monster's abdomen. A stream of black, slimy blood splattered his face, but Benjamin did not stop. With a grunt, he pulled out the sword and spun on himself, decapitating the creature before its body crashed to the ground with a thud.
A second spider lunged at him, its fangs glowing with a corrosive acid that could disintegrate flesh in seconds. Benjamin dodged the attack with a backward leap, his movements so fluid they seemed almost choreographed. He landed gently and, without wasting a second, launched himself forward, spinning in the air and severing both arms of the beast in a single blow. The monster let out an agonized shriek, but Benjamin showed no mercy. With a fierce scream, he plunged both swords into the creature's torso, its blades burning with the will-o'-the-wisp that consumed the monster's rotting flesh from within.
The battlefield was a chaos of mutilated bodies, blood and screams. Benjamin moved among the creatures like a gale, his determination palpable in every blow he dealt. However, as the beasts kept coming, his body was starting to feel the weight of the battle. His breathing was getting heavier, and every movement was a reminder of the brutality of the struggle in which he was immersed.
One of the largest spiders, with fangs as long as swords and a body covered with a natural armor, lunged at him. Benjamin barely had time to dodge, rolling on the ground to avoid the attack. He got up quickly, but the beast gave him no respite. With unexpected speed for a creature of his size, he pounced again, and this time, Benjamin was unable to completely dodge the attack. The spider's fang tore his trench coat and sank into his side, making him let out a cry of pain.
The adrenaline pushed him to continue. With a roar, he propelled himself towards the creature, ignoring the pain radiating from his wound. Their swords moved like lightning, severing the beast's legs one by one. The spider tried to move back, but Benjamin didn't give him the chance. With a last effort, he threw both swords at the creature's head, which sank to the handle. The beast fell to the ground, dead, while Benjamin, panting, retrieved his weapons.
The pain in his side was unbearable, but he couldn't stop. He knew that every second counted, that the city of the dark elves depended on his success on the battlefield. He kept fighting, cutting, tearing, until his hands were covered with the black blood of the creatures. However, the real test was yet to come.
One of the spiders, bigger and stronger than the others, emerged from the group. His red eyes shone with a dark intelligence, and his body was covered by a thick armor that shone in the light of the fire that consumed the battlefield. Benjamin prepared for the confrontation, feeling that this would be the toughest battle he had faced so far.
The spider charged at him with overwhelming force, and Benjamin barely had time to raise his swords to block the attack. The impact sent him backwards, his feet sliding on the bloody floor, but he held firm. With a cry of effort, he pushed the creature back and launched into the attack. His swords flashed with the will-o'-the-wisp as he tried to penetrate the beast's breastplate, but this one was tougher than he had anticipated.
The spider counterattacked, moving with a speed that didn't seem natural. Benjamin dodged the first blow, but could not avoid the second. The creature's fang sank into his left arm, and before he could react, the spider ripped it out by the skin of his teeth. The pain was unbearable, a burst of agony that went through his entire body. He let out a scream, his vision blurred for a moment, but the survival instinct made him keep going.
With his right arm still functional, he launched a desperate blow towards the creature's head. The sword sank between the beast's eyes, and with a titanic effort, Benjamin pushed the blade deeper, until he felt the spider's skull crack under the pressure. The creature let out one last squeal and then collapsed, dead.
Benjamin fell to his knees, panting. His body was covered with wounds, and blood was flowing freely from the wound where his left arm had been before. The battlefield around him was a graveyard of dead creatures, but the price had been high. He leaned forward, resting his sword on the ground to avoid falling, his breathing short, as the adrenaline finally started to fade.
The sky above him was getting darker, as if the world itself realized the battle that had just taken place. But Benjamin, despite the pain and fatigue, knew that he had won. He had defended the city from the dark elves, just as he had promised. However, the cost of that victory was evident in every fiber of his being.
As his strength slowly left him, he closed his eyes, allowing himself a brief moment of rest. The battle was over, and although he knew that new fights would come, for now, he had done his duty.
The sky had darkened after the battle, and Benjamin, exhausted and wounded, was on his knees, panting on the battlefield covered with the corpses of the spider beasts
The sky had darkened after the battle, and Benjamin, exhausted and wounded, was on his knees, panting on the battlefield covered with the corpses of the spider beasts. The full moon was shining faintly through the black clouds, casting eerie shadows on the walls of the dark elf city. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed in the silent scene, and Benjamin looked up to see King Midgar, the proud and powerful leader of the dark elves, slowly approaching him.
The king, with his imposing bearing and aura of authority, stopped in front of Benjamin. Without words, he extended his hand towards the young warrior, offering a gesture of respect and gratitude. Benjamin, surprised by the gesture, took the king's hand firmly, feeling the strength and dignity emanating from him. It was a moment of mutual recognition, a bond between two warriors who had fought side by side to protect the city.
However, the moment was brutally interrupted. One of the spiders that Benjamin thought was dead suddenly rose up from among the corpses, its eyes shining with a malevolent light. In the blink of an eye, the creature lunged at the Midgar king, its fangs dripping acid as it headed straight for his neck. Benjamin barely had time to react; the beast bit deeply into the king's flesh, injecting into his body a poison that carried a seal of genetic linkage.
The Midgar king let out a stifled scream as he fell to his knees, his body convulsing violently. His eyes turned completely black, and a dark energy began to emanate from within. Benjamin, horrified, tried to help him, but was thrown back by an invisible force. Within seconds, the king's figure began to change, his body deforming and twisting as the entity that had invaded his body took full control.
The transformation was swift and terrifying. King Midgar was no longer the proud leader of the dark elves; he was now an abomination, a creature of pure darkness and evil. His body had taken on a skeletal and ethereal appearance, covered in shadows that seemed to throb with a sinister energy. Long tentacle-like limbs emerged from his back, undulating as if they were living snakes, and his eyes shone with an electric blue glare that radiated terror.
Long tentacle-like limbs emerged from his back, undulating as if they were living snakes, and his eyes shone with an electric blue glow that radiated terror
Benjamin, heartbroken by the tragedy he had just witnessed, felt an uncontrollable anger take over him. His hands were shaking as he raised his crimson swords, his eyes filled with tears that seemed tinged with blood. He could not accept what had happened, he could not let King Midgar, who had extended his hand to him as a sign of respect, become that monstrosity.
With a heart-rending scream, Benjamin lunged forward, his swords slashing the air with a desperate fury. Each blow was charged with a mixture of pain, rage and a wild determination. The swords collided with the dark tentacles of the monster, which moved with supernatural speed, blocking and deflecting attacks with ease. Benjamin was screaming with every stroke, his movements a frantic whirlwind of power and precision, but also of chaos and despair.
The creature, now known as the King of Darkness, moved with an ominous grace. His movements were fluid and lethal, like a macabre dance. Each tentacle was a whip that was thrown at Benjamin, seeking to destroy him. Benjamin was dodging and counterattacking with impressive speed, but the creature seemed to anticipate his every move. The tentacles tangled around their swords, pulling at them and forcing Benjamin to let go of them to avoid being dragged away.
Unarmed, Benjamin did not back down. Instead, he charged towards the creature with an even greater fury, throwing a punch straight at the face of the King of Darkness. His fist slammed into the hard surface of the monster's face, sending a shockwave through the air. The creature barely recoiled, but the expression on his face showed a mixture of contempt and sadistic pleasure.
The King of Darkness threw Benjamin to the ground with a brutal blow, causing the earth to split under his body. Benjamin got up, bleeding and panting, but he didn't give in. In his mind, the memories of King Midgar, of his respect and kindness, impelled him to keep fighting. I knew I couldn't lose, not when everything they'd fought for was on the line.
Benjamin charged again, dodging a tentacle that was heading his way and lunging towards the monster's torso. With superhuman strength, he slammed a knee into the stomach of the King of Darkness, sending him flying backwards. Without missing a beat, he ran towards his swords, which were still glowing with the will-o'-the-wisp, and lifted them up just in time to block a descending attack from the creature.
The clash between the darkness of the King of Darkness and the crimson swords of Benjamin briefly illuminated the battlefield with a blinding light. Benjamin pushed with all his might, and for a moment, it seemed that he had gained ground. However, the creature was not so easily overpowered. With an inhuman roar, he pushed Benjamin back, his tentacles twisting around his body, trying to crush him.
Benjamin, trapped, felt the pressure on his body increasing, the shadows trying to suffocate him, break his bones. But even at that moment, he did not stop fighting. With a willpower that overcame physical pain, he concentrated all his energy on his swords, which began to burn with renewed intensity. With a final scream, he released an explosion of will-o'-the-wisp that incinerated the tentacles holding him captive.
Freed, Benjamin once again rushed towards the King of Darkness, this time with a clear strategy. He knew he had to cut off the tentacles to weaken the monster, and he did so. With quick and precise movements, he began to sever every approaching limb, his swords dancing around him in a frenzy of cuts and lunges. The will-o'-the-wisp was burning the creature's dark flesh, and for the first time, the King of Darkness showed signs of pain.
But the creature was not defeated. With a roar that echoed throughout the city, he launched a blast of dark energy towards Benjamin, who barely had time to raise his swords to defend himself. The impact was devastating, sending Benjamin flying several meters backwards, crashing into a stone wall. Pain coursed through his body, but he forced himself to stand, staggering but determined.
The King of Darkness, although wounded, slowly approached him, his eyes shining with an infernal light, enjoying Benjamin's agony. But the young warrior would not give up. With tears streaming down his face, mingling with the blood and dirt, he raised his swords for the last time. This would be his last attempt, his last sacrifice to save what was left of King Midgar.
With a shout that echoed throughout the city, Benjamin lunged forward, his swords flashing with an almost blinding glare. He dodged a tentacle that was heading towards his head, leaping to the side of the monster and cutting deep into its torso. The creature let out a howl of pain, but Benjamin didn't stop. With superhuman speed, he struck again and again, slicing through the creature's dark and corrupt flesh.
Finally, with a last effort, Benjamin concentrated all his power in a single blow. Their swords crossed in front of him, forming a glowing X that cut cleanly through the King of Darkness' torso. The creature let out an agonized shriek before falling to its knees, its body starting to crumble into shadows.
Benjamin, panting and on the verge of collapse, watched as the King of Darkness slowly fell to the ground, his body crumbling into dark ashes. With its last breath, the creature tried to reach Benjamin, but he took a step back, letting the shadows dissipate in the wind.
Finally, the battlefield fell silent. Benjamin, covered in blood and sweat, dropped his swords to the ground and fell to his knees, his hand shaking. The moon was shining faintly in the sky, as Benjamin's tears fell to the ground, mingling with the blood of battle. He had won, but the price had been too high.
Benjamin, with his gaze fixed on the ground, felt how despair enveloped him. The blood was slowly gushing from his eyes, falling like scarlet tears, as he clenched his teeth with restrained fury. In his mind, the memories of the King of the Dark Elves, his friend, swirled with a mixture of sadness and anger. The frustration was reflected on his face as the shadows hovered over him, covering the moon and plunging the night into almost absolute darkness.
benjamin: - T-tsk... oh, grrr... - it was the only thing he could articulate, his voice choked by the anguish that was corroding him inside.
The only light shining in the blackness was the crimson flame of his sword, which crackled faintly in the gloom. The rain began to fall from the sky, as if nature itself was lamenting the loss of the king. The drops slid down his face, mingling with the tears of blood, as he looked up to the sky, looking for answers in the storm.
Then, a heart-rending scream, full of pain and despair, escaped from the depths of his being, echoing on the battlefield.
Benjamin: - Haaaaaaa!... Haaaaaaa!... -Benjamin's scream was the raw manifestation of his pain, a wail that was mixed with the rumbling of thunder, as if the whole world shared his agony.
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Part 2: The Awakening of the Goddess
The atmosphere was charged with the chaotic energy of a never-ceasing storm, with the sky spewing its fury in the form of torrential rain. The drops were falling heavily, soaking everything around them, turning the terrain into a treacherous quagmire. Between the intermittent flashes of lightning, two figures were facing each other in a desperate combat. Jamal and Sasha had managed to narrowly escape the beast that was chasing them, but the creature, known as Alpha Xenomorph, was not going to allow its prey to get away so easily.
The Alpha Xenomorph was an entity that could only be described as an abomination coming out of the darkest corners of the cosmos. Her body seemed like an amalgam of nightmares and unspeakable horrors, a combination of shapes that defied logic and reason. Her twisted figure was both graceful and grotesque, with unnaturally curving limbs, covered by a glossy black skin that oozed a dark, viscous substance. From its elongated and angular head, needle-sharp thorns protruded, which moved with a life of their own, as if they were lurking for an opportunity to tear the flesh of their victims. Her eyes, deep wells of darkness, radiated an infinite malevolence, as if the creature had been conceived in a place where light and hope were mere illusions.
The sound of the creature moving was a constant drip of anguish, a crawling that resonated in the psyche like a primitive warning of danger. Every step the Alpha Xenomorph took made the earth creak under its weight, while its long, segmented tail moved with deadly agility, stirring the air with a hissing sound that cut through the silence of the night. She seemed to be a physical manifestation of fear and chaos, a creature that did not belong to this world, but to an unfathomable abyss where the rules of reality did not apply.
Jamal, wounded and exhausted, felt the growing presence of the Alpha Xenomorph as a physical, crushing pressure on his mind. I knew I couldn't run away. The monster was determined to hunt him down, and in his state, with his dwindling strength, he could not afford another retreat. She looked at Sasha, her partner, who understood with a single glance that this battle was not for her. With a quick farewell, Sasha ran to a nearby building, looking for shelter and a way to send a message to the gods. Jamal, now alone, faced the enormity of the monster looming over him, more like a living shadow than a tangible creature.
The warrior braced himself, closing his eyes for a brief moment and taking a deep breath. He felt Ares' energy flowing through his body, giving him a power that transcended human limits. His muscles tensed, his mind focused, and his senses were sharpened to the maximum. Every beat of his heart was pumping not only blood, but pure determination, as the necromancy and blood manipulation skills merged with the strength of the warrior divinity.
Without warning, the Alpha Xenomorph attacked. Her body dissolved into the darkness, becoming a part of it, invisible to the human eye. But Jamal was not an ordinary human at that time. He felt the pressure in the air change, the temperature plummet, and he could sense the danger before it materialized. He turned just in time, raising a shield of magical energy that stopped the creature's deadly blow, a tentacle that had been thrown with the intention of piercing through it.
The impact was titanic, the sound reverberating through the forest like thunder. Jamal, taking advantage of the proximity of the Xenomorph, counterattacked. With a burst of black energy that erupted from his hands, he directed the spell directly at the monster's center of mass. The Alpha Xenomorph growled, but it was not a sound of pain, but rather one of irritation, as if that attack, which would have destroyed any other being, had only managed to annoy him.
The monster responded with a speed and ferocity that defied its size. His multiple limbs moved in a whirlwind of violence, each intended to tear, crush, or penetrate Jamal's defense. The warrior dodged, blocked and deflected each attack with pinpoint accuracy, his movements were fluid, almost choreographic, a spectacle of pure martial skill fused with divine power. His body, strengthened by Ares, moved with an agility and strength that seemed to defy the laws of nature.
At one point, Jamal summoned the dead lying on the ground below them. Skeletons and broken corpses emerged from the mud, animated by the warrior's necromancy. They charged towards the Alpha Xenomorph, their mangled and putrid bodies crashing into the monster in a desperate attempt to slow it down. But the Alpha Xenomorph was not a common enemy. With a twist of his body, he launched a devastating attack that reduced the corpses to dust and ashes in the blink of an eye.
Jamal: (shouting between his teeth, while throwing a series of quick cuts with his sword wrapped in magic fire): "I won't let myself be won, by a fucking black bug!"
The Alpha Xenomorph seemed to revel in the challenge, his ghoulish smile spreading, showing endless rows of sharp teeth. His spines stood up, and his body began to emit a vibration that echoed on the ground, causing the ground beneath Jamal's feet to crack and shake. Then, the monster launched a new attack, one that Jamal had not anticipated. The darkness that enveloped him condensed into the form of ethereal blades, which flew at him from all directions.
Jamal barely had time to raise his defenses. He created an energy dome around himself, but the blades were relentless, striking with such force that the shield began to give way. One after another, the blades penetrated the barrier, tearing through Jamal's flesh, cutting through his skin and causing painful grooves of blood that began to stain his armor. Despite the injuries, Jamal did not falter. He gritted his teeth, channeling more energy to bolster his defense, while counterattacking with everything he had.
The battlefield was transformed into a chaos of energy, fire, blood and darkness. Jamal moved his sword with breakneck speed, each cut releasing waves of destructive energy that crashed into the Alpha Xenomorph, but the creature seemed inexhaustible. To each impact, the monster responded with an even fiercer blow, its body seemed to twist and change shape with each attack, as if it was adapting, becoming more lethal by the second.
In a desperate attempt to end the match, Jamal invoked his most powerful technique. He channeled his life energy, mixing it with the blood gushing from his wounds, and released it like a wave of pure death. The dark energy swirled around him, transforming into a storm of blood blades that spun towards the Alpha Xenomorph. The creature, for the first time, seemed to hesitate, but it was not enough to stop it.
The Alpha Xenomorph, with a terrifying speed, rushed forward, cutting through the blood storm. His body was covered with sores and cuts, but his determination was endless. Jamal barely had time to react when the monster appeared directly in front of him, its jaw opening grotesquely, revealing an abyss of sharp teeth that closed like a death trap. Jamal swung his sword just in time to block the attack, but the impact was so brutal that it threw him backwards, crossing several meters of terrain before crashing into a tree.
The pain was instantaneous, a wave of agony coursed through his body as he felt several ribs breaking from the impact. He coughed up blood, his hands were shaking as he tried to get up, but the Alpha Xenomorph didn't give him a break. The creature moved with the swiftness of a predator on its final hunt, throwing its tentacles at Jamal, who barely managed to dodge them with a last, desperate effort. However, one of the tentacles managed to reach him, wrapping around his leg and knocking him to the ground with superhuman strength.
Jamal: (in a choppy voice, as he struggles to free his leg in the end giving up): "No... I said he wouldn't let me win... and in the end a horrible black shit is going to kill me ha... what an irony.."
the rain kept falling furiously while Sasha stood on top of a building, his gaze lost in the vastness of the night sky. The moon, veiled by heavy clouds, was just peeking out between the flashes of lightning. Inside his mind, chaos was raging. She had received countless requests for protection from various deities, but none seemed right, none offered the solution she needed at that moment. Jamal was fighting for his life against an abomination that defied all understanding, and she, helpless, could do nothing to help him.
Despair began to take hold of her. He fell to his knees, feeling an immense pressure on his chest. In the distance, she could feel a shiver running down her spine, a feeling that confirmed what she was most afraid of: Jamal was in danger, and there was nothing she could do. The sight of her companion lying on the ground, crushed under the weight of the creature, made her scream silently, begging for a miracle.
And then, as if her pleas had reached heavenly ears, something changed. The moon, which had been hidden until that moment, began to shine with an unusual intensity, pushing aside the clouds as if they were mere gauze veils. A silvery light enveloped Sasha, and at that instant, a soft but firm voice echoed in her mind. It was a voice that carried with it a promise of hope, a voice that emanated power and wisdom.
sasha: - "Don't be afraid, little warrior. You've been heard. I, Diana, sister of Apollo, goddess of the moon, have chosen to guide your hand on this dark night."
Sasha felt like her body was lifted off the ground, floating gently in the air, as the moonlight completely enveloped her. A warm feeling of peace came over her, dispelling the anguish and fear that had been suffocating her. Her heart was beating with renewed strength, while a divine energy filled her from the depths. She understood now, she had been chosen not only to protect, but to fight.
The transformation was quick but dazzling. Her attire changed, becoming a white robe with violet hues that sparkled in the moonlight. In his hands, a spear made of moon crystal materialized, gleaming as an extension of his own will. Around them, six circles of light in the form of crescent moons began to rotate, forming a protective halo that radiated power. Her hair, now long and white, was billowing in the wind, shining like a beacon in the darkness.
With renewed determination, Sasha threw a slash in the air with her spear, and from the tip of it emerged a crescent-shaped energy
With renewed determination, Sasha threw a slash in the air with her spear, and from the tip of it a crescent-shaped energy emerged. The attack flew through the air with amazing speed, directly hitting the Alpha Xenomorph, which was about to deliver the final blow to Jamal. The creature was hit squarely, thrown back with brutal force, moving away from the body of its companion.
Jamal, barely conscious, looked up and saw Sasha descending beside him, radiating a power he had never seen before. The sight of his companion, now turned into a divine warrior, filled him with a mixture of awe and relief. Despite the pain he felt in every fiber of his being, he managed to smile and, with his typical sarcastic tone, made a comment that, despite everything, revealed his joy.
Jamal: - "I think it would have been more epic to enter a few minutes ago, don't you think, smug...? Hehehe..."
Sasha smiled back, a smile full of compassion and determination, before turning to the monster still writhing in the distance, getting ready for the next round. He gently lifted Jamal off the ground, using his power to pull him away from the spot before he fainted, exhausted from the battle and the injuries he had sustained.
The fate of both was now in the hands of Sasha, who, filled with the power of the goddess Diana, was preparing to face the abomination that had almost finished with Jamal. As the warrior collapsed, Sasha set out to confront the Alpha Xenomorph, knowing that the battle was not over, but that she now had the power to confront him.
Under the moonlight, the goddess Diana chose her protégé. Sasha stood up from the ground, her body shining and full of divine power, transformed into the moon warrior, with a white robe with violet shades waving in the wind and a moon crystal spear in her hands. Jamal, exhausted and hurt, looked on in amazement as Sasha picked him up and led him away from the place, with a sarcastic and cheerful comment.
Sasha said nothing, her gaze was fixed on the beast that had almost killed Jamal. Fury burned in his heart, fueled by the despair and fear he had felt at seeing him fall. Now, that fury was channeled into a cold and calculated anger. The six moon-shaped circles revolving around him emitted a cold, deathly light, reflecting his unwavering resolve. The beast, the alpha Xenomorph, was flailing around in the darkness, its limbs twisted and dripping with a black liquid like night. His eyes glowed maliciously, aware of the new threat facing him.
Sasha did not wait. He lunged at the beast with superhuman speed, his spear glowing in the light of the full moon. With a fluid movement, he launched his first attack: "Full Moon Cut." The spear drew a perfect arc, cutting through the air with a hissing sound and releasing a full moon-shaped wave of energy that headed straight towards the Xenomorphh. The beast growled, trying to dodge the attack, but it was too slow. The energy wave hit him squarely, splitting him in two with a clean and precise cut.
The Xenomorph squealed in pain, his body regenerating rapidly, but Sasha didn't give him time to recover. With a twist of his wrist, he executed the "Waning Moon Cut." This cut was more subtle, more precise. The lunar energy condensed on the tip of the spear, and when Sasha attacked, the energy wave shot out like a sharp blade, severing the Xenomorphh's limbs with surgical precision. The beast's limbs fell to the ground, writhing like snakes, but again, the Xenomorphh's monstrous regeneration allowed it to regain its shape.
However, Sasha was one step ahead. Moving with lethal grace, he performed the "New Moon Cut." This time, there was no glow on the spear, no visible energy wave. The attack was silent and invisible, like the new moon that hides in the darkness. The beast had no time to react when his torso was pierced by an invisible force, his skin torn and his flesh shredded without Sasha even physically touching him.
The Xenomorphh roared in agony, but instead of falling, its eyes flashed with a beastly fury. His body swelled, and new limbs began to emerge from his wounds, twisted and full of sharp claws. With a deafening roar, he lunged at Sasha with unexpected speed, his claws slashing through the air with brutal force. But Sasha was ready. With a twist of his spear, he performed the "Crescent Moon Slash", the most powerful attack in his arsenal.
The spear shone with a blinding light, and when Sasha moved it, a crescent moon-shaped wave of energy shot out towards the Xenomorphh. The energy wave was so powerful that it cut through the beast like it was butter, splitting its body into countless pieces. The Xenomorphh fell to the ground, mangled and bleeding, but his monstrous nature allowed him to keep fighting. The pieces of his body began to move, slowly coming together as Sasha looked at them with an inhuman coldness.
Wasting no time, Sasha threw herself into hand-to-hand combat. His moon crystal spear moved with breakneck speed, his attacks were precise and lethal. With each blow, the Xenomorph lost more and more of its vital energy, its movements became slower and clumsier, while Sasha moved with the grace of a dancer and the fury of a storm.
The Xenomorph tried to defend itself, its sharp claws cutting through the air in desperate attempts to hurt Sasha, but she dodged each attack with terrifying ease. With a war cry, Sasha performed a low sweep with his spear, severing the beast's legs and causing it to fall to the ground. Without giving him time to recover, Sasha jumped on his body, raising his spear for a final blow.
The spear descended with brutal force, piercing through the Xenomorph's skull and digging into the ground below him. The beast let out one last breath, its body trembling before becoming motionless. But Sasha was not finished. Anger still burned in his heart, fueled by the sight of Jamal injured on the ground. With a coldness that would frighten even the bravest, Sasha pulled his spear out of the beast's skull and began to cut and impale its head with almost mechanical precision. Every blow was a reminder of the rage and pain he had felt, and every cut was an expression of his desire for revenge.
The rain was falling on her body, washing the bloodstains off her clothes as Sasha worked. His movements were methodical, precise, but also filled with a contained anger that seemed about to explode. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Sasha stopped. The Xenomorph's head was mangled, unrecognizable, and his body was covered with deep, bloody cuts.
Sasha looked at the corpse with a disdainful expression before lifting his spear and taking a step back. The rain was still falling, and the silence that followed the match was deafening. But inside her, the fury still burned. It wasn't just the pain of seeing Jamal hurt that drove her, but also the realization that there was something dark and terrible inside, something the moon goddess had unleashed to fight this threat.
However, despite the anger and violence, Sasha knew that she had done the right thing. She had saved Jamal, she had defeated the monster, and she had fulfilled her duty as a protégé of the moon goddess. But deep down in his being, he couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness. There was something about the way she had killed the Xenomorphh that left her uneasy, as if a part of her had enjoyed the act of destruction too much.
With a sigh, Sasha lowered her spear and started walking towards where Jamal was lying, passed out on the ground. He knew that he would need to rest and recover before he could move on, but he also knew that the path he had chosen would not be easy. The moon goddess had given her power, but she had also given her a responsibility, and now, more than ever, Sasha understood the weight of that power.
Thus, the power of the goddess faded, and Sasha fell to the side of Jamal, who had already awakened. Both were injured and exhausted, but safe. Each of the survivors of this world had achieved his task: to liberate each area from the monsters. Only the final boss was missing, and everyone believed that by defeating him, all this would end and they could live in peace.
However, at that precise instant, a hologram materialized in front of each of them, shining with a cold and imposing light. The words echoed in the air, bringing them a message that echoed in their minds like an ominous warning:
"An completed the individual and group tests, released to each kingdom in the area and brought peace. In a short time the final phase of the tutorial event starts: new group mission. Kill the Zone boss: Alucard, the immortal."
The revelation left them frozen, the chill of uncertainty coursing through their bodies. The name resonated with a charge of terror; Alucard was not only an enemy, but a symbol of the endless struggle that still awaited them. The pressure of fate was hovering over them, and in the midst of the confusion, Rosario took the initiative.
Rosario: - Let's all get together! -he called determinedly, his firm voice echoing as the hologram kept flashing-. The final stage has begun and we need to organize our army to face Alucard, the immortal.
The eyes crossed between them, each one feeling the weight of what was at stake. They knew that this battle would be different, a fight not only for survival, but for the future they longed to build. The urgency of the situation pushed them to act; everyone began to move, gathering strength, preparing for what was to come.
At the same time, at the entrance of the neighborhood, something was moving. A figure stood on a burning building, a grotesque structure created by the monsters themselves to please their dark master. Alucard's silhouette stood majestically on the ceiling, his eyes shining with an insatiable hunger as he watched the chaos that reigned around him.
The flames danced in the wind, reflecting the destructive nature of the world around him, but to Alucard, they were a fascinating sight. His smile was expanding, revealing sharp fangs that glistened in the firelight. The air was permeated with smoke and ash, and he was breathing deeply, enjoying the essence of the destruction.
Alucard: - Soon... - he murmured in a sibilant voice, his tone charged with a voracious desire—. They will soon come to me, attracted by the echo of their despair.
As the smell of burning flesh filled the air, his thoughts turned to the survivors preparing to face him. He felt her fear and determination, a mixture that excited him. Every step they took brought them closer to their inevitable encounter, and Alucard was eager to satisfy his hunger with the coming combat.
Alucard: - Do you think you are the heroes of this story? he laughed, his laughter echoing like a dark echo in the night. This is just the beginning of his descent into madness.
With a fluid movement, he leaned forward, his fangs shining in the light of the flames. The battle was near, and the immortal was ready to welcome them to the hell he had created.