Lucian's ragged breathing echoed through the forest as he sprinted through the underbrush, his silver hair disheveled and sweat dripping down his face. The hooded figures pursued him relentlessly, their footsteps pounding the earth in a steady rhythm.
"Why the hell are they even after me?" Lucian thought, his mind racing with confusion and fear. "I just woke up here, and all of a sudden, they're chasing me. What did I do?"
As he ran, Lucian couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. He was shocked by his own speed, considering his physical abilities back on Earth were, in his own words, "nothing but shit."
As a shut-in, Lucian had never been athletic, but somehow, he was now running with a speed and agility he never thought possible. Ahead of him, a flicker of light appeared, and Lucian's heart leapt with joy.
"I'm saved!" he yelled inwardly, summoning his last bits of strength to sprint towards the light.
However, the hooded elf, who had been pursuing Lucian, felt a surge of worry. "Oh no, the Holy Knights..." she muttered to herself, realizing that Lucian was running straight towards them.
Lucian, oblivious to the potential danger, shouted at the armored men holding torches. "S-save me!" he pleaded, hoping they would protect him from his pursuers.
The Holy Knights turned towards Lucian, their faces illuminated by the torchlight. For a moment, they seemed taken aback by Lucian's sudden appearance, but then, their expressions turned stern.
The Holy Knights' eyes widened in shock as they took in Lucian's appearance. "Silver hair... crimson red eyes and strange clothes..." one of them muttered, his voice trembling.
The other knights nodded in agreement, their faces pale with fear. "Those descriptions are exactly the same..." another knight chimed in, staring at Lucian with a mix of awe and terror.
One of the knights took a step back, his eyes wide with fear. "It can't be... the prophecy was true..." he stammered.
The other knights nodded, their faces filled with dread. "It's the Overlord of the Demonic Cult!" one of them exclaimed.
Lucian's confusion deepened as he stared at the knights. "Eh?" he muttered, unsure of what was happening.
As he took a step back, he noticed the fear etched on the knights' faces. They were afraid of him! But why?
Lucian's mind raced with questions as the knights, despite their fear, began to close in on him. There were fifteen of them in total, their bodies shaking with each step, but their determination to capture or defeat Lucian was clear.
Lucian's eyes widened in desperation as he tried to reason with the knights. "W—wait! I'm really not who you think I am!" he yelled, but his words only seemed to fuel their fear.
"Kill the Demonic Cult Overlord at all costs!" one of the knights bellowed, charging forward with renewed determination.
Lucian's face twisted in panic as he turned and sprinted in the opposite direction, fleeing from the knights once again.
"Don't let him escape!" one of the knights cried, giving chase.
Just as it seemed like the knights were about to catch up to Lucian, a sudden, gruesome scene unfolded. One of the knights dropped dead, his head severed from his body as blood spurted out in all directions. The lifeless body crashed to the ground with a thud, sending shockwaves through the remaining knights.
The knight's voice trembled as he pointed towards the trees. "I-it's the members of the Demonic Cult!" he stammered, sweat dripping profusely from his face.
The other knights froze, their bodies rigid with fear, as hooded figures emerged from the trees. The air was thick with tension as the knights prepared for battle.
The leader, a brown-haired man, stepped forward, his face pale with sweat. "Tsk, our mission was to smite the Cult Overlord, and that we must achieve! Attack!" he shouted, charging forward with his men.
However, their attack was short-lived. The knights fell to the ground one by one, their necks slit open, as if an invisible force was striking them down.
Lucian watched in horror, his mouth agape, as he struggled to comprehend the chaos unfolding before him. All he could see was a blur appearing before each knight as they fell, as if a ghostly figure was responsible for the carnage.
The scene was surreal, with the only sound being the soft thuds of the knights' bodies hitting the ground. Lucian's mind reeled as he tried to process the violence and the mysterious figure responsible for it.
Just then the hooded figure likely responsible for the death's loomed over the trembling leader, their presence exuding an aura of intimidation. "Go back and spread the news to your people," the figure commanded, their voice firm and unyielding. "The Demonic Overlord has arrived."
The leader, paralyzed with fear, nodded vigorously, his eyes wide with terror. Without hesitation, he turned and fled, his footsteps echoing through the forest as he desperately sought to escape the ominous presence.
The hooded figure watched him depart, their gaze lingering on the fleeing form before shifting towards Lucian, who had already ran away from the scene his figure fading.
"Haa... After him" The hooded figure said with a sigh as they once again pursued after Lucian.