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Task: Claim the head of a Royal Demon
Zane's body plummeted from the rift like a meteor, and before he could even register what was happening, he crashed through the roof of a collapsing building.
It vaguely occurred to him that this trial might not be easy.
Wood shattered, stone crumbled, and his body slammed into the floor below with a sickening force. Pain shot through every inch of him—his ribs cracked, his head rang, and blood trickled down his already burnt face. He barely had time to process the agony before the world around him erupted into chaos.
A massive explosion rocked the structure, sending another wave of dust and debris through the air. He coughed violently, trying to push himself up, but his limbs barely responded. Through the thick haze, he saw movement—a figure stepping toward him, her blood-red eyes glowing in the dim light.
A beautiful woman, no a goddess in human skin. No armor, no robes—just a fitted jacket and jeans, her long dark hair wild from battle. She looked out of place in the destruction, yet there was something undeniably powerful about her.
She knelt beside him, tilting his face up with a touch that sent an unnatural warmth through him. "Shush stay still," she murmured, her voice calm despite the distant shouting and the tremors of battle. Her fingers pressed against his chest, and suddenly, warmth flooded his body. The searing pain dulled, his wounds knitting together rapidly and even his burns were gone, he would have jumped for joy if his body wasn't so exhausted.
Before he could speak, she stood up and extended a hand toward the air. A swirling portal materialized behind her. She spared him one last glance, then stepped through it—and vanished.
The moment she disappeared, figures stormed in, their weapons drawn and their eyes sweeping the battlefield. Zane barely had time to register them before a hand seized him by the collar, yanking him up.
"You absolute idiot!" The voice was sharp with fury. Zane found himself face-to-face with a man who looked like he had stepped out of a myth—blonde, tall, and built like a warrior, dressed in black leather armor that clung to him like a second skin. His piercing gaze burned with rage. "Do you have any idea what you just did?! We almost had her!"
Zane blinked, still disoriented. "What—who—?"
Leo slammed him against a cracked stone pillar. "That was our one chance to catch the warlock, you reckless fool! We've been tracking her for weeks!"
Warlock?
Zane barely had time to process that before more figures appeared, surrounding them. He hadn't even seen them arrive; they were just there. They all wore the same black leather armor, sleek and tactical, more stylish in his opinion than practical. The women among them had armor that were way more exposing which made him think that maybe there were magical element at play because that armor in itself was definitely not protecting anything, one more thing he noticed were the tattoos, wierd black tattoos on all of them, he noticed some similar ones and some different ones, some were like ancient writings and some were drawings.
One of them, a dark-haired woman with sharp, calculating eyes, stepped forward. "Leo, stand down and relax. Look at him. He can see us and we haven't dropped our stealth runes."
Leo's grip on Zane tightened. "And? That warlock healed him. That makes him a suspect in my books."
The dark-haired woman's gaze hardened. "You're not thinking straight," she said slowly, as if explaining a simple equation to a child. "Lilith healed him, if that means anything, it means he isn't ordinary. He has already shown that he has the Sight—so he's got potential. You know the rules: we don't eliminate potential Shadowhunters without direct orders."
Zane's head was spinning but even then he understood a few things, you didn't survive on the battlefield if you needed everything explained to you like a child.
First it seems him being able to even see these people was a big deal and that was called 'sight' and that somehow made him something called a shadow hunter.
Leo's jaw clenched. "He ruined everything. Do you know how long we've been tracking Lilith?! planning this ambush?! When we get back to base who will be the one to tell Alaric of how we failed the mission due to a normie—"
"Potential shadow hunter," the woman cut in, her tone firm. "This involves a potential shadow hunter and don't pretend your concern is Alaric, we both know you're only here because this involves Mia"
Leo's nostrils flared; his anger barely contained but she didn't seem to care.
"What you think it isn't obvious the way you pine for her attention? hang on her every word like a pathetic puppy? I mean the girl is hot obviously, but hasn't she rejected you like 3 times already? one would think a shadow hunter can notice when a girl isn't into him"
To be honest Zane was impressed with two things, he didn't think he had ever seen someone get so angry and so quickly for one, and for someone to say all of those insults in one breath.
Leo stared her down for a long moment, his fingers twitching as if he were seconds away from driving his blade straight through her chest. Then suddenly he smiled and his weapon vanished. He let go of Zane and dusted himself
"All this because of a pathetic normie."
Zane groaned, finally able to stay upright. "uhmm sooo"
Before he could even think of thanking the woman who had stopped Leo, she took a step forward and swung her fist into the side of his head. All his military training failed him, he couldn't possibly hope to match that speed at all.
His world went black.
Are you kidding me? That was his last thought before unconsciousness claimed him.