ã€ŠDemon&#x2019;s Dark Destinyã€‹


 Oasis Festival

    In the most remote, recesses of the Demon king''s fortress..down pitch-black corridors, the figure in a hood swaggered with silent ease down a narrow shadowy passage leading to the truly hidden compartment.

    The air was heavy with royal scent and the aura of the looming castle. The even breathing was composed-as if all this had been gone through a thousand times each.

    Their gloved hands moved swiftly, the compartment opening with a practiced touch. Inside lay the small box, amidst ancient scrolls and dark-ominous relics. The figure retrieved it without a moment of hesitation, tucking it into a hidden pouch beneath their cloak.

    The fire danced fitfully in the compartment, casting eldritch silhouettes on stone as the figure slowly turned to pull its hood deeper over the face, then was gone, as quietly as they appeared. As they neared the main hall, however, the clatter of armored footsteps echoed from corridors further afield. The figure quickened its pace, all sound of the boots deadened now as they slipped on cold stone flooring. In a moment, it had reached out to a narrow window looking well above the outer walls of the castle and out onto some deep, encircling ravine.

    The figure sprang out of the window without hesitation and, as they fell, threw out their hand, below its feet, a dark construct. It came as a solid platform of shadow, a stepping stone in the air from which the figure launched itself and landed on the ground with aplomb.

    The guard on the wall watched the figure drop down, high above. His eyes opened wide in recognition, and immediately he raised an alarm, his voice roaring out across the night: "It''s him! He''s escaping! Sound the alarm!"

    It was pandemonium at the fortress as guards emerged out of every nook and cranny, weapons drawn, peering into the darkened landscape.

    In a flash, the figure in the hood was a blur of running motion toward the edge of the cliff bordering the fortress. The guards were hot on his heels, their shouts filling the night. But the figure was quick on their feet and reaching the edge of the cliff, showed no hesitation. He jumped, disappearing over the side, plummeting into darkness below.

    They reached the edge in time to see the figure disappear into a narrow cave mouth at the base of the cliff. "After them!" the captain barked, leading the charge down a steep twisting path. The way was treacherous, loose rocks skittering beneath their boots, but the guards gave no ground.Into the cave they descended, the torches illuminating their path as they pursued the sound of the intruder''s footsteps.

    Indoors, the atmosphere was cold and humid, the walls shiny with dampness. Twisting and turning narrow passageways lead further into a maze designed to confuse.. The guards pressed on, their breathing coming in harsh, heavy gasps as flickering torchlight cast long menacing shadows that seemed to twist, like living things.

    As the hooded figure neared the entrance to a much wider chamber in this cave, he slowed and found another cloaked figure emerging from the shadows. An exchange was made: a silent moment between the two-or an unspoken understanding. They darted further into the labyrinth.

    The guards, hard upon them, made to split at a fork in the tunnel, each half hoping to corner their prey. "Stay sharp!" the captain hissed. "Don''t let them out of your sight!"

    But the cave had seemed to conspire against them, amplifying every sound-every drip of water, every scrape of boot upon stone. The guards were surrounded by echoes-the sounds of one''s own pursuit rebounding off walls, confusing their senses. The flickering light of the torches played upon their eyes, making every shadow a potential threat.

    In so doing, the hooded figures moved with fluid ease, slipping through the tight spaces as if it were all but supernatural. Obviously, they knew this place-or at least they moved like they knew each step sure and precise. They ducked into narrow passages, leapt over small holes-always keeping just ahead of their pursuers.

    The guards surged forward, desperation now driving them.

    The voice of the captain cut through the dark: "Faster! Don''t let them escape!"

    The cave fought them. Loose rocks sent men tumbling the rough ground dragged at feet and slowed them. The darkness seemed to press in around them, squeezing the breath out of them. The distance lengthened between the guards and their quarry, no matter how hard they struggled. The cave finally opened into a huge underground chasm-a yawning black abyss before them.

    The guards skidded to a stop, held high their torches, showing jagged edges of the precipice. The hooded figures seemed to have vanished right into thin air, so that, other than the echo of footsteps, a faint whisper of wind remained.

    The captain stared at space, his fists clenching in frustration. "We lost them." His voice came out low, bitter

    "Damn it!" one of the guards cursed, slamming his fist onto the wall.

    Another guard whispered, his voice barely audible in a trembling tone, "When the demon king returns, we are as good as dead.."

    ...

    Day of the Sun, Year 1881, March 3

    The alleyway fell within a forgotten nook of the city, bathed in the golden light of day. The sun cast long shadows against the uneven cobblestones, drawing out the cracks and crevices in the old brick walls. It was a secluded place, far from the prying eyes of any busy street beyond, and an otherworldly rift now marred this otherwise unassuming wall.

    It was as if reality itself had been torn open, revealing a fathomless well of swirling nether beyond. From this rift emerged Belial, his ebony skin standing in stark contrast to the mundane surroundings.

    With the warmth of the sun upon his olive skin, Belial''s amethyst hawk-like eyes, sharp and calculating, cut across the alley, his messy violet hair flowing in the subtle wind.

    Just beyond came the sounds of the city, a cacophony of lives and commerce muted by narrow walls. The air was heavy with the smell of gas mixed with the scent of newly made coffee - a classic city aroma that was both unfamiliar and recognizable.

    The warning his master had given him before he stepped through the rift still echoed within Belial''s mind.

    "Never let your guard down, not even for a second," his master had counseled in a voice laced with ancient wisdom.

    "As demons, we are banned from this realm, banished from ever leaving. The world you''re entering is one of uncertainty and ever-changing possibilities. Be vigilant, Belial, and the odds might just tip in your favor."

    His master''s words weighed heavily on Belial''s heart. This would be no ordinary mission but one in a realm where the laws of demons held absolutely no sway, where even the fabric of reality might shift beneath his feet. Yet a sense of duty and a thirst for answers drove him onward, despite the dangers that lay ahead.

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    "That is your exit ticket. Do. Not. Lose. It," his master had said, pointing to the small sword shard he now held tightly in his hand.

    He cast a last, backward glance at the now-sealed rift, took a deep breath, and resettled the wide-brimmed hat he had pulled from his cloak.

    The hat cast a shadow over his face, concealing his features and making him just another face in this unfamiliar world of humans. With determined steps, he left the alleyway and joined the vibrant chaos of the festival grounds beyond.

    He glanced up at the sky ahead, his gaze drawn to a rupture that resembled the one created by the shard. The sight mildly surprised him, though not entirely, for he knew that the demon realm displayed a similar tear in its sky.

    The Oasis Festival was in full bloom¡ªcolored, noisy, and intoxicatingly perfumed with food. Excitement mixed with a bit of trepidation as Belial''s heartbeat quickened.He was aware of these human festivities, but actually participating in one was a completely different experience. He was surrounded by bright hues, delicious dishes, and loud music that excited and engulfed him.

    Making his way through the crowd, he noticed the enticing scent of grilled meat in the air. It was a scent he knew well, bringing back memories of bygone days.

    He followed the smell until he came upon the Yakitori stall! The scent of smoke was irresistible. In his bag, Belial rummaged around until he found two copper coins, this was the standard currency that would be accepted throughout every realm.

    "Two Yakitori, please," he said with a steady voice, a playful smile dancing on his lips.

    The burly attendant, all thick beard and joviality, returned the smile. "Two Yakitori right up!" he replied, deftly spearing the meat and laying it on the grill.

    As he waited for his food, Belial struck up a conversation with the attendant. "How''s the business been?" he asked as casually as possible, trying to hide his accent.

    The man shrugged, flipping the skewers with practiced ease. "It''s been alright, I guess. Not as busy as I hoped, but it''s still early. Can''t complain, though. At least I''m making some coins."

    Belial nodded and took a mouthful of the piping, juicy Yakitori as it was handed to him. The flavor was out of this world¡ªperfectly seasoned¡ªand for a moment, all his cares dissolved as he continued down the busy streets, reveling in the lively atmosphere of the festival with every bite. He could hear the music and laughter, and he couldn''t help but smile at the performances and admire the colorful decorations.

    It was then a thought crossed his mind,''How did food from the demon realm find its way here? Did they manage to keep the recipes or something? Still its good but not as good as the yakitori from back home''

    But the thought was short-lived. A loud, boisterous group of people pushed past Belial; their frantic energy sent the crowd flying, making an uproar. Belial was caught off guard¡ªhe stumbled, his feet losing their balance. As he righted himself, rubbing his brow in confusion, a figure with long, striking green hair grasped to steady him.

    "Hey, are you okay?" the stranger asked, their tone soft and concerned.

    "Yeah, I''m fine, thank¡ª" Belial began, but when he looked up, he saw that the figure was no longer there and didn''t even leave a trace. He looked around, slightly dazed, but there was no sign of the mysterious person in the crowd.

    Belial shrugged off his confusion and followed the crowd as it surged in his direction toward a nearby building due to the loud music and cheering. Curious, he approached until he came near a large concert venue where throngs of people waited with palpable excitement.

    The ages and backgrounds were varied, yet all had one thing in common¡ªthe awaited concert. Without a second thought, Belial joined them, caught up in the vivid ambiance. The band was tuning their instruments, and the crowd grew restive with each passing moment. The lights went dark, and the band stepped onto the stage, suddenly erupting into frenzied cheers and clapping.

    The music drummed away, and Belial felt a strange sense of familiarity with that energy on stage; it was reminiscent of the green-haired one he had briefly encountered, but he decided to shelve that thought for later. The music was hypnotic, and for the next few hours, Belial lost himself in rhythms and melodies that completely engulfed him.

    After the concert, he took some time off and headed for a small bar not far from his location. As he approached, he ordered a glass of juice from the bartender and asked about the city he was currently in. The bartender, curious, asked Belial why he sounded foreign, telling him that he was in Silva City¡ªa charming, fun, and perilous place.

    Belial listened with wide eyes, absorbing the information about the city, its culture, and its citizens. Indeed, there was far more to this new place than what first met his eye. Though he''d have to be cautious, his heart danced with joy at the mere thought of what Silva City had in store for him.

    "I guess i landed a pretty good spot." he mused, taking one last sip.

    He turned and asked the bartender for directions to a local inn he could spend the night. The bartender furnished him with the information, and Belial thanked him cordially before exiting the bar.

    As he walked around the city, he soon found that he was utterly lost. His sense of direction was poor to begin with, and he meandered through the streets, completely and totally disoriented.

    Exhausted and frustrated he stumbled inside the inn and made a beeline to the front desk.

    "Welcome to The Elks. How may I help you?" the receptionist asked.

    "A room for one night," Belial replied, pulling out five silver coins.

    But before he could pay, a familiar voice cut in. "Five for one night? Really, El? You''d go so low just to rip this guy off? Come on, man, he''s new here."

    Belial turned to see the green-haired figure from earlier standing beside him. Under his stern gaze, the receptionist at the desk sighed.

    "Fine. I''ll make that three silver."

    Belial thanked the stranger as he paid with three silver coins. The receptionist, in turn, handed Belial the key to his room, and Belial went upstairs gratefully, finally able to get a place to rest.

    As Belial entered his room, he let out a sigh of relief as he set his things down beside his bed. The burden of weight from his bag and katana had followed him throughout the day, and he was eager to rest. The small room had minimal furniture and poor lighting, but it was sufficient.

    He walked to the bed, lay down, and felt the plush mattress surround him.A wave of relief washed over his tired frame. Further adventures swirled in his mind as he closed his eyes, but now he was quite happy to be sleeping and revitalizing his energy, knowing that the next day would bring new challenges and sights in this intriguingly festive city.

    In the Demon King''s castle, the large halls were strangely silent, with their typical buzz of authority lowered. A dark figure quietly entered through the massive arched doors, moving with careful and intentional strides.

    The loud sound of boots hitting the cold stone floor reverberated, breaking the silence. Upon nearing the throne room, a soldier in dark armor quickly advanced and offered a salute.

    "Relax," the figure ordered, speaking in a calm and commanding tone. The soldier remained relaxed, yet tension still emanated from him.

    "Did you manage to capture him?" The sharp and expectant words lingered in the air.

    The soldier paused, a hint of discomfort appearing on his face.

    "No, Commander... we weren''t. We couldn''t find them in Kaze Cave, and since then... we have attempted all methods¡ªdogs, ether trackers, yet they are nowhere to be found. "

    The Commander''s gaze became more focused, with irritation bubbling just below the surface of their calm demeanor. A heavy and suffocating silence lingered in the air between them.

    The soldier moved anxiously. He went on, admitting it was his mistake, his voice strained. "I ought to have been on watch duty. But now... we need to figure out how to capture him before the Demon King comes back. "

    The Commander''s expression grew somber as the shadow of failure loomed over him. "I can only think of one person who could do it," they whispered, their voice becoming softer.

    A disturbing silence ensued, as though even the walls were staying silent knowing who this person was.

 Convergence of destiny

    Belial was in a peaceful sleep, completely unaware of the chaos happening outside. The bed beneath him was as soft as a cloud, bringing comfort after endless days of planning and running. He was lost in dreams when a sudden loud explosion broke the silence, reverberating through the walls.

    He automatically leaped out of bed and grabbed his katana from the table nearby. Before he could grab the handle, half of the room suddenly blew up. The loud explosion pushed him backwards, causing confusion. The air was filled with smoke, debris fell, and the smell of burnt metal filled his nostrils.

    Belial struggled to stand up, trying hard to see through the haze. An enormous power was colliding right outside his door, he could feel it. With his heart pounding, he proceeded carefully towards the door, clearing his vision by blinking away the smoke. In the corridor, he witnessed two individuals engaged in a fierce struggle. A person with green hair was engaged in an intense fight with a cyborg.

    The sound of metal hitting metal echoed loudly in the alleyway. Sparks ignited from the cyborg''s missile launcher as it plunged into the ground, forming a crater. Belial''s eyes grew wider. The individual with green hair stood before him, arms up, protecting him from the full impact of the blast. The stranger remained unharmed despite the smoke enveloping them. The surrounding area, in contrast, was now in ruins.

    Belial scratched his head, and blinked at the individual in front of him. A man, woman? He was unable to determine their gender, but it was evident that they were very appealing. Despite the disorder surrounding them, it was impossible to deny their athletic elegance. Watching the stranger battle the cyborg felt like observing a lethal choreographed performance. Belial stayed hidden in the darkness, observing carefully as the two fought each other.

    The cyborg showed no mercy, its robotic limbs moving at an unnatural pace, launching consecutive assaults. However, the person with green hair showed the same level of expertise, smoothly evading and retaliating. Belial couldn''t resist appreciating their combat technique; it was completely unique to him.

    "Let''s go!" encouraged the individual with green hair, motioning for Belial to come along.

    Their voice carried a sense of urgency that left little room for hesitation. Belial glanced at the cyborg, which had just fired another volley of missiles in their direction. With no time to waste, he decided to trust the stranger.

    Darting behind a nearby dumpster, Belial crouched low as the green-haired fighter joined him. The cyborg continued its relentless advance, its metallic body whirring with deadly intent.

    "This makes it the third time I''ve saved you," the stranger muttered, their voice barely audible over the distant explosions.

    Belial shot them a sidelong glance, feeling a mix of gratitude and suspicion. "Why are you helping me?" he asked.

    The person with green hair - Xin, he recalled - turned their eyes towards the cyborg. "Let''s just say I have unfinished business with that thing."

    Belial nodded in comprehension. He had his own motives for desiring the cyborg''s demise, and with Xin''s assistance, they could prove to be a valuable partner. Belial mentioned that it was indeed you he saw at the festival, as he attempted to engage in small talk to divert his attention from the commotion nearby.

    Xin laughed in a sinister manner. "Yes, it was me. Though I didn''t expect to see you again this quickly."

    Belial observed Xin closely, intrigued by the life of fighting cyborgs and aiding strangers in alleys that this person lived. However, there was no opportunity for inquiries. The cyborg shot once more, prompting Xin to quickly react. Demonstrating impressive agility, Xin utilized the cyborg''s body as a platform, propelling themselves over it and landing smoothly on the opposite side.

    "Wow, they''re impressive," Belial thought to himself.

    "What''s up with that dude?" Belial inquired while gripping his katana.

    "I don''t know. I was just at the bar, and he started shooting missiles everywhere!" Xin replied, clearly annoyed.

    The cyborg approached once more, its mechanical limbs whirring with deadly intent. Belial lunged forward, swinging his katana in a precise arc. The blade struck the cyborg, but it barely left a mark. The armor was too thick. Belial cursed under his breath. His failed strike caused Xin to leap into action again, propelling himself forward with a powerful kick that sent the cyborg crashing into a nearby wall, leaving a gaping hole in the ground.

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    "You got a hax?" Belial asked, impressed.

    "Yeah, sound manipulation. Cool, right? I can control any sound I make, and also those around me." Xin responded with a hint of pride.

    Belial had never encountered anyone with the ability to control sound before. Just as he was about to comment, the cyborg emitted a high-pitched beeping sound. A sinking feeling hit Belial. The cyborg wasn''t finished. It exploded, sending a shockwave through the alley. Acting quickly, Belial created a dome of darkness, shielding both himself and Xin from the blast.

    As the dust settled, Belial turned to Xin. "That was close, way too close."

    Xin nodded, catching his breath. "Thanks for covering me. By the way, what is that hax?"

    Belial glanced at the dark barrier that was beginning to fade. He thought for a second,and came to a conclusion that it would only be fair that he also reveals his hand since xin already revealed his own. "Darkness manipulation," he replied. "I can control and shape the darkness."

    "Darkness manipulation?" Xin echoed, raising an eyebrow. "Like... witchcraft or something? sorry, im actually curious."

    Belial chuckled. "No It''s nothing like that. I can create objects out of darkness. Think of it like clay. I can mold it into whatever I want."

    Xin''s confusion turned into fascination. "So, you could make a sword out of darkness?"

    Belial nodded. "Exactly. Weapons, shields, even armor¡ªanything I need."

    Xin scratched his head. "That''s pretty cool, actually. But what''s the catch? There''s always a catch with complex haxes like that."

    Belial''s smile faded slightly. "It''s not inherently evil or anything... but I haven''t really pushed it to its limits yet.."

    "Ah..speaking of pushing it, i forgot to ask your name.." xin asked his embarrassment palpable on his face.

    Belial looked at Xin his amethyst eyes glinting in the pale moonlight.

    "The names Belial, but you can call me Bel. Your name is Xin right? i heard it from one of your friends."

    Xin softly smiled revealing an face that could cause millions to fall to their knees.

    The conversation was interrupted by a troubling thought. "Eli," Xin said, his voice grim. "He could be in danger!"

    They wasted no time, rushing to the inn where Eli had been. Upon arrival, they found him unconscious but mostly unharmed. Xin checked on his bandmates, who were shaken but otherwise fine.

    After making sure everyone was safe, Xin let out a sigh of relief. "You guys should leave without me for a bit. Things are getting too dangerous. I''ll send a message when i can, for now you guys try not to give sid too much trouble."

    While gathering their belongings, Belial examined them closely - four youthful musicians exuding a clear rockstar aura. The first person was tall with red spiked hair, the second had a shaved head and a leather jacket, and the third had blue highlights and piercings. The final member was a girl with pink short , always keeping her hands close to her bass guitar. They appeared strong, yet clearly affected by what had happened that day.

    Xin hesitated before responding. He saw the room where belial was staying at and indicated for Belial to come with him instead. "Feel free to hang around with me for some time. We''ll solve this together.

    Belial paused briefly before giving a nod of agreement. Xin''s offer provided reassurance, even after the chaos they had experienced.

    Together, they navigated the intricate network of narrow alleys and side roads, feeling the heaviness of fatigue weighing on them both.

    In the end, they reached Xin''s place 490 roselia street. The walls were decorated with graffiti, heavy metal posters plastered every corner of the room, and the dim lighting created shadows that gave the illusion of more space. Belial couldn''t overlook the extensive assortment of guitars and basses displayed on the walls, resembling a sacred space dedicated to music. A black drum set sat in the corner, stirring nostalgia in Belial for his past days as a musician.

    "You play?" Belial asked, gesturing toward the instruments.

    Xin grinned. "I dabble."

    Belial couldn''t resist smiling. He fell onto the couch, feeling completely exhausted at last. There was a momentary pause of silence.

    "So," Belial inquired, interrupting the silence, "who do you think wants you dead?"

    Xin thought about the question, with a frown on his forehead. "I am not sure. I arrived in this town just yesterday and I don''t think I''ve already made any enemies yet. What do you think?"

    Belial nodded his head in disagreement. "I also don''t know."

    Xin remained in deep contemplation while perched on the edge of his seat. His thoughts continuously returned to the leader of the underworld¡ªtheir supporter. Xin had been financing his shows, but now he suspected he might be responsible for the attack, as the last time they contacted each other, it was not on good terms. However, he did not want to drag Belial into his troubles.

    Xin, what''s happening? Belial inquired. "You''re acting weird. "Is everything alright?".

    Xin hesitated before finally deciding to tell Belial the truth. He explained about the kingpin and his suspicions. Belial listened carefully, his expression growing more serious as Xin spoke.

    "We Can''t just sit here and wait for them to come after us again," Belial said firmly.

    "I don''t want to risk your safety," Xin objected.

    Belial nodded and shook his head. "No, I am okay with helping you on this. But in return i''ll need a place to stay temporarily."

    Xin extended an invitation for you to spend the night at his studio.

    They went down to the basement together, the wooden stairs making noise as they walked. The studio had a soft lighting, cluttered with musical gear and the remains of Xin''s creative projects.

    "you can sleep down here for now, ill prepare the guest room for you" xin said as he yawned.

    Belial quickly sank onto a grey-ish black beanbag , giving in to the exhaustion that had burdened him through out the night. As for now, the storm had passed. But as both knew it was only a matter of time before the danger returned.

 Crimson Phoenix

    The next morning, Xin went rummaging through the pile of accumulation of his papers, perusing through various receipts, bills, and notes in hope of finding the log book that had the expenditure of the concerts he''d produced. While burrowing deep into the mess, he couldn''t help but feel a bit frustrated. Sure, he had placed the book somewhere, but amidst so many papers to sort. The locating was getting very cumbersome. As the frustration was building up, With a staunch dedication to his mission, Xin continued searching for the book, realizing that therein lay the necessary quantity to repay the kingpin.

    "Ahh, how could i forget." xin deeply sighed

    As his eyes scanned the logbook, his heart sank. His eyes had widened as he finally found the page he had been looking for-a look of disbelief crossing his face. His hands showed a slight tremble as they traced the bold ink numbers. Overwhelmed by the quantity of debt against his name, his mind was on turmoil.

    His face contorted in despair, now turning to Belial.

    "We must repay a debt of 3.5 million gold coins.

    He muttered under his breath, the weight of the debt crushing his spirits. Belial''s face showed the same emotion as that of his companion as the import of the statement began to weigh in on him.

    On the one hand, Xin was committed to creating memorable concerts and experiences, yet he was drowning in debt. His mind was racing, thinking of a plan to pay off the money.

    " That''s A LOT of money to pay off, how do you think you''ll pay it all off?" Belial replied as he was stretching.

    Xin paced back and forth, his hands running through his hair as he struggled with the thought of how to pay off his debt to the kingpin. The only solution he could think of was joining a guild, but that felt a little daunting. Belial stood wordlessly beside him, observing as Xin''s mind raced on.

    While struggling to find his way out to help his friend Xin, a childhood memory bubbled up. The stories of adventure and heroism when he was a wide-eyed kid flashed before his eyes all over again.

    In those formative years, Belial had chanced upon worn-out and dusty books kept in one corner of the demon king''s library. Its pages told stories about guilds-mythical institutions where fearless hunters and adventurers fought fearsome monsters that plagued the land. The guild members, known as hunters, were hailed as protectors, defenders of the innocent, and Purgers of monsters.

    Tales were told of hunts that took brave hunters deep into treacherous forests, across desolate deserts, and through labyrinthine dungeons deep in pursuit of the dangerous gate bosses. The stories described these majestic monsters as manifestations of chaos themselves-gateways between realms, bringing hordes of vile creatures into this one. The greatest such challenges could not be overcome by skill and power but rather required cunning and unyielding courage.

    The rewards, however, for defeating these gate bosses were supposed to be immeasurable. Belial''s young eyes grew wide while he read about hunters returning from such battles with their riches in tow: golden treasures, artifacts imbued with magic, and rare materials of immense power. The stories told of a life so different from the mundane, full of adventure and danger with promises of unimaginable wealth.

    "We have to look for a guild, xin," Belial said finally.

    "One that will take us in and give us jobs to do for money."

    It was written all over Xin''s face; it was a silent mutual understanding that time was running out for paying off the kingpin before he took matters into his hands.

    Walking along the cobblestone streets, Belial felt a creeping unease settle over him. The rhythmic clack of his boots against the stone was accompanied by an uncanny sense of familiarity¡ªan instinct whispering that he was being followed. He couldn''t shake the feeling that someone he knew was tailing him. His muscles tensed, his fingers twitching with the urge to reach for his weapon, but he forced himself to exhale slowly.

    "You''re being paranoid bel,"

    Dismissing the thought, he continued forward, though a nagging doubt lingered at the back of his mind.

    Belial and Xin moved through the city''s active streets in search of a guild that would accept them. The will within the young souls still burned bright, but with every ''no'', the hope slowly crept away, defeated, weighing upon their shoulders.

    Belial kicked a pebble along the cobblestone path, sending it skittering into the gutter. The frustration was evident in his tone of voice. Beside him, Xin paced, eyes cast upon the ground, while footsteps mirrored the despondency in them.

    "Can you believe this, Xin?" Belial muttered, disappointment tingeing his voice. "Every guild we have approached so far just looks down on us. They don''t even give us a chance!"

    Sighing, Xin spoke in a soft tone, but it did not lack an air of resolution. "I know, Belial, it''s a little discouraging, but we cannot let that feeling get to us. We have to keep trying."

    Belial furrowed his brow as he turned to his friend. "But how? We have no experience, no reputation. We''re just two teens who have a massive debt."

    X¨ªn gave him a reassuring smile. "It''s exactly for that reason we have to look for a guild who will just take a chance on us. We may not have the scars or the accolades from battles, but at least we have passion and a want to help other people.

    Somewhere out there there must be a guild who values that." Belial nodded, his face brightening a little. "I guess You''re right, We can''t give up now. We''ll just keep looking till we find some place that''s right for us."

    More aimless wanderings continued, and as the night wore on, their conversation turned to lighter topics, like any two teens caught up in their own world.

    Finally, they arrived at their last choice: the Crimson phoenix Guild. The building stood well above them with a large emblem of a phoenix on the side.

    Belial hesitated, uncertainty etched on his face. "Are you sure this is a good choice, Xin?"

    Xin''s eyes sparkled with determination. "We don''t have another alternative."

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    "Alright then," Belial said, nodding with resolve. "Let''s do it."

    The moment Belial and Xin stepped inside the guild hall''s great doors, they were promptly beset upon by every sound imaginable. Laughter and jovial chatter joined in a burble of clinking tankards, while the odd roar of triumph cut through and lent the air an energetic pulse thick with life. The room was a hive of hunters of varying shape and size, eyes jumping from conversation to conversation, attention dancing between this and that.

    Their entrance had not gone without its due share of attention. A cluster of hardened hunters, grouped together in one corner of the great hall, had stopped talking and were now regarding the pair with interest. Whispers ran around, and speculative eyes continued to rest on Belial and Xin, weighing them up with curiosity and skepticism.

    Belial swallowed hard, the weight of their inexperience weighing heavily upon him.

    He could feel the burning in his skin as they stared at every detail, weighing how worthy something was. The boisterous atmosphere had briefly faltered onto an underlying tension that hung in the air, a wave of chaos. Noises of laughter and shouting ring in their ears, the air reeking of alcohol and smoke.

    His heart pounded in his chest as he looked around at the other hunters, each one more battle-hardened and seasoned than the last.

    Belial cast an unreadable glance his way. "We got this, what could go wrong?" he had replied so sure of himself.

    He couldn''t help but admire the bravery of Belial, who was willing to do whatever the odds dictated, so long as it meant they could survive yet another day.

    As Xin neared the receptionist desk, he struggled to keep his voice even. "Excuse me, ma''am; we''re looking to join your guild."

    The receptionist passed them over, her eyes settling upon them critically. Green eyes stared into one''s soul, it seemed.

    "Well, if you want to join, first you''ll have to prove that you can do jobs. You''ll have to pay 5 gold each, collect 100 orc or goblin ears, and pass our test."

    The thought brought a knot to Xin''s stomach: the gold, it was possible they could scrape together, but the orc ears? They would have to fight their way through hordes of vicious beasts to even come close to that number.

    Belial looked at Xin with calm expression. "We can do this," he told Xin, his voice full of assurance.

    Xiny couldn''t help a lot of admiration for Belial''s brazen fearlessness. He nodded his head to that.

    The night streets of Silva City were dimly lit as Xin and Belial made their way to Xin''s apartment, the site of last-minute preparation before heading into the Outlands. The city was quiet at that hour, but the air was thick with portent.

    Belial hoisted his katana over his shoulder and readied a small pack with rations, while Xin went to fetch his huge dull axe. It was about the same height as xin. Belial lifted an eyebrow at the weapon choice of Xin.

    "That thing looks heavy, can you even fight with that?" he asked incredulously.

    Xin grinned confidently. "It''s more than enough," he said, hefting the axe onto his shoulder.

    Belial couldn''t help but feel a sense of unease as he looked upon the weapon-many weapons had come and gone within his lifetime, nothing quite like Xin''s colossal dull axe.

    "I hope you''re right," he said, his tone threaded with doubt.

    He could feel the hesitation in Belial, so he laid a reassuring hand on his friend''s shoulder. "Trust me, I know what I''m doing," he said firmly.

    Belial nodded, almost bizarrely appearing to relax a bit. "All right, then, let''s be off," he replied briskly, slinging his satchel over his shoulder and heading toward the apartment door.

    While hopping onto a train and making their way east towards the Outlands, Belial had asked Xin about the kingpin.

    "What''s this kingpin all about?" he asked.

    The countenance of Xin turned melancholic while his tone turned somber.

    "Lets just say we aren''t on good terms. When i stopped working for him he gave me an ultimatum he told me he would finance me in my music career..as long as i give him Information..i promised i would pay him back. In summary He could be your greatest supporter and advisor; as long as you obey his instructions. But if you step out of line or err¡­. he won''t hesitate to eliminate you or subject you to far worse fates than death. But its been a year now and i this must be his response."

    Belial watched Xin with a look of concern; for the first time, he saw another side of his friend. He knew this mission was important, not only for paying off their debt but more importantly, it would be safer that way for Xin''s sake.

    It finally stopped, and thus they did reach Gregon Forest. The air thickened with pine smell; one could hear the now louder and more vigorous rustling of leaves. They walked further into the forest, their footsteps muffled by the thick underbrush.

    As the two adventurers went deeper into the woods, the night grew darker and more silently ominous. Leaves rustled and twigs snapped in the air with much frequency, yet there was no sign of orcs.

    Xin was on edge and could not get rid of this feeling that they were being watched. His eyes scanned the environs warily, darting from side to side, in search of a telltale sign of peril. Meanwhile, Belial moved with the surety of a warrior who had been so very trained for battle, as all his senses were tuned for a dangerous signal that might be lurking in dark.

    The sudden loud roar that boomed through the forest exploded the eerie silence. Xin leapt two feet in the air, his hand going instinctively to his dull axe as he looked around frantically. Belial''s grip on his katana tightened as his eyes scanned. And then the roar came again, this time louder, this time closer.

    "It''s them," Xin whispered, his voice barely audible above the pounding of his heart.

    Belial nodded, his eyes fixed in the direction from where the noise came. Without saying a word, they moved forward, their weapons ready, the pounding of their hearts was the only thing that filled their chests. As they rounded a bend in it, they came upon several orcs standing in their path; their beady eyes glinting in the firelight, Xin and Belial assumed defense positions, weapons ready. Before there was a great rush of orcs forward, accompanied by a loud war cry; their weapons flashed in the moonlight. With an elegant and serene countenance, Xin and Belial fought strenuously; their wepons danced in the light from the moon to the orcs'' cries, but these two could hold their own against them. What felt like hours passed before the final orc collapsed to the earth, defeated.

    Xin and Belial were standing, weapons at the ready. "We did it!" Xin said panting, the tension melting away from his shoulders. Belial smiled, his eyes showing a tinge of pride.

    "You did it," Belial said, patting Xin on the back.

    "You were pretty good back there too." A broad grin spread across Xin''s face, the pride swelled in his chest.

 Nightmare Cave

    Xin and Belial made their way through the dense forest, leaving behind evidence of their fierce battle. Their swords slashed through the thick vegetation, making a path through the never-ending horde of orc warriors. The forest echoed with the sounds of combat: the clash of weapons, the gruff cries of orcs, and the sporadic cheers of victory from the two travelers. Sweat streaked their faces as their muscles protested with each swing of their weapons. The weight of their task had started to affect them, and tiredness was starting to set in.

    While walking through the thick forest, Xin and Belial saw a man in a dark robe suddenly emerge, as the last light of the day was disappearing and casting long shadows. His sudden appearance made it seem like he was a part of the forest, moving with an uncanny grace as he walked in front of them.

    The man grinned warmly, yet there was an unsettling quality to the gleam in his brown eyes in the dim light. "Why are you both here at this time?" he inquired, speaking in a calm and controlled tone. "Encountering travelers your age so deep in the woods is a rare occurrence. Do you need any help?"

    Despite being cautious after what happened earlier, Xin felt slightly uneasy with the man''s excessively cordial behavior. Always the courteous one, he was able to muster a slight smile. Xin responded, "We''re okay, thanks," despite his words sounding somewhat rigid. "We know what we need from here."

    The man''s grin grew broader as he looked back and forth at both of them. "Oh, please," he exclaimed, with a tone that sounded almost playful. "I can definitely help you . It''s almost night time too so its bound to get dangerous"

    Xin took a quick look at Belial, believing it would be impolite to reject the man''s proposal without thinking it over. "I was thinking... perhaps we can consider¡ª"

    "No," Belial interrupted, his voice resolute as he watched the stranger with distrust. "We have no interest."

    Xin was taken aback by the sharpness in Belial''s tone and blinked in surprise. But then he realized that he dint have a say in the decision and eventually gave in pouted. "he''s only trying to help.."

    Night was getting closer, and Xin and Belial were excited to head back to camp for some well-deserved rest. After successfully clearing a difficult part of the forest, they were surprised by the sudden change in their surroundings. They unknowingly fell into a dangerous quicksand pit, the ground collapsing beneath them. Without warning, they were consumed by the ominous darkness lurking below.

    Upon regaining consciousness, Xin and Belial discovered that they were in a strange and dark realm. The chilly, moist cave they were in had walls coated with an unknown, shining material. A feeling of dread filled the heavy air, and the oppressive silence lingered. Both of them looked at each other with confusion, equally puzzled by the sudden shift in their situation.

    "Are you okay?" Belial inquired, his voice reverberating slightly in the vast area.

    Xin massaged his head and scanned the area, his expression showing a blend of puzzlement and annoyance. "What happend?"

    Belial let out a sigh, clearly showing his frustration. "I think we got caught in quicksand and now we''re in this place, wherever that may be."

    Covered in dust, Xin tried to stand up but stopped suddenly when he saw a spider on his axe. He responded instantly and with a strong gut feeling. Letting out a piercing scream, he jumped into Belial''s embrace, holding onto him as if he could shield him from the threat of the spider.

    "There''s a spider!" Xin''s voice held a combination of fear and surprise.

    Attempting to stifle his laughter, Belial sarcastically rolled his eyes in response to Xin. "Are you scared of spiders? Come on, we need to figure out a way to escape from this place."

    Cautiously, Xin picked up his dull axe, pointing at the small eight legged creature as it crawls away . "Man, those small things are kind of creepy in a strange way."

    Belial remarked with a touch of sarcasm, "You are simply overreacting. Let''s go now."

    Xin and Belial continued further into the cave, prepared with their weapons at the ready. There was a feeling of encroaching darkness, with an eerie sense of foreboding present. Every step they took felt more burdensome, as though the cave itself was unwilling to allow them to move forward.

    The air became heavier as they continued exploring. Both of them were unnerved by the whispers and murmurs drifting from the walls. They clenched their weapons tightly and scanned their surroundings, on high alert for any potential threats.

    Xin and Belial both quickly turned with their weapons ready as a loud screech suddenly broke the silence. They spotted a swarm of goblins with shining eyes charging at them in the faint torchlight. The goblins were uncontrollable and frantic, their actions seemed almost robotic in their unholy excitement.

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    The goblins rushed forward with a deep-throated shout, their weapons glinting in the faint light. Xin confronted the horde directly, wielding his huge axe with strong swings that cut through the air. Xin''s attacks caused the ground to break beneath the goblins, resulting in them tumbling and falling in a chaotic pile.

    Despite engaging in intense fighting, Xin and Belial were starting to feel the effects of their long duel. They continued forward, their determination never faltering. Their task was not yet complete, and the desire for success propelled them forward.

    The cave appeared to go on forever, but eventually they found a old, decorated door built into the wall of the cave. Decorated with complex symbols and carvings, suggesting potential hidden secrets. Belial tried to use his dark powers to forcefully open the door, but despite his determined expression, the door refused to budge.

    "Move out of the way," Xin stated, his determined voice carrying a note of determination. He lifted his axe, directing a burst of power into the weapon. He used a powerful strike to bring the axe down forcefully on the door. A deafening shockwave echoed in the cave, yet the door stayed still.

    Belial, disconcerted by Xin''s brute force approach, noticed a broken key lying discarded on the ground. He picked it up, a smirk forming on his lips. "Maybe if you stop trying to brute force everything, you''d think for a second," he said, holding up the key.

    Xin scoffed. "So how are we going to get through with a broken key, genius?"

    Belial''s eyes lit up with sudden inspiration. He began channeling his dark energy into the key, causing it to levitate and transform. The key began to reshape itself, forming a perfect replica of the latch. With a wave of his hand, a keyhole appeared on the door. Belial inserted the key, struggling for a moment before the door creaked open with a grating sound.

    As Xin and Belial stepped into the next room, Belial inadvertently triggered a hidden trap. Arrows shot out from the walls, and while Belial managed to take cover, he was struck by a few. Xin watched in horror, his heart racing as he saw his friend take the brunt of the trap''s wrath but he protected himself last second with a shield he conjured.

    "Be careful this place could be crawling with traps," Xin warned, his voice strained but steady.

    "Sure thing boss!" Belial replied, his eyes rolling, acting as if it was not already obvious.

    The room was filled with a flickering red light, and soon after, the floor was teeming with wild creatures. Finding a foothold was nearly impossible due to the overwhelming number of creatures. Xin and Belial were forced to battle against a large number of beasts, struggling to hold their ground as the situation grew more dire.

    Xin had never encountered a challenge so intimidating before. He found himself surrounded by a large number of adversaries, making it difficult to cope with the constant attack. He was losing his hold on his axe as his hands became slippery with sweat. Belial also faced challenges, but his skills and supernatural abilities enabled him to defend himself effectively.

    Understanding the gravity of the situation, Belial was aware that he had to act swiftly in order to rescue his friend. He found a flaw in the monsters'' arrangement and gestured to Xin, indicating a opening they could take advantage of. "There''s a opening, we can to push through!"

    Following Belial''s lead, Xin rushed forward in a broad curve wielding his axe. The monsters hesitated momentarily due to the sudden attack, giving a short break. Belial was immediately behind him, his sword glinting with lethal accuracy. The monsters were pushed back by their synchronized attack, allowing Xin and Belial to gain a few valuable seconds to regather.

    Nevertheless, the break didn''t last long. The creatures swiftly regrouped and converged once more. Xin, clearly tired, found it difficult to keep them back. He came to the realization that he could no longer maintain his guard effectively. "Get back, Xin! I will keep them at bay!" Belial yelled above the noise of the battle.

    With reluctance, Xin backed away, the weight of his axe feeling more burdensome than before. He observed Belial confronting the monsters by himself, his dark energy crackling as he bravely battled them. Although Belial was strong and skilled, the overwhelming number of enemies still posed a challenge until he noticed something unusual.

    "XIN, LEAVE THIS PLACE, IT''S A SET-UP!" Belial''s words were barley audible over the commotion, yet Xin struggled to make out his voice using his hax in the midst of the battle. During the ongoing battle, wall made of the same substance as the door started falling down, darkness surged around Belial and made a large palm about the same height as him. Since Xin wasn''t far from him he was able to accurately determine his location and quickly shove Xin before the wall could fall, dividing diving the two. The unexpected obstacle left Belial exposed, separated from his companion.

    Xin felt heartache while watching Belial fight the monsters, trapped on the other side of the wall. He noticed the strong resolve and pressure on his friend''s face, which made him feel regretful for his inability to assist.

    Belial inhaled deeply, holding his sword aloft while surrounded by swirling dark energy. He was aware that he needed to stand firm for as much time as he could. The thumping of his heart in his chest served as a constant reminder of the serious predicament he was in. Belial readied himself for the impending onslaught as the monsters advanced.

    The room resounded with the clash of weapons, the growls of animals, and the sounds of the two friends exerting themselves. Xin''s thoughts raced as he tried to find a way to reunite with Belial. He understood that the only chance they had to survive was to break through the wall and join forces with his companion.

    During the chaos, Xin became more determined. He refused to allow Belial to battle by himself. He started fighting off the remaining monsters in the room, while also trying to find a way to get past the wall and help his friend.

    Belial, conversely, was putting up a fight with all his might. Even though he moved with fluidity and precision, he still sensed the fatigue taking hold. His dark abilities were starting to weaken, and he understood he needed to persevere for a bit longer.

 Nightmare Cave 2

    The endless fight made him tired, and he was looking desperately for a break. Seeing a large angel statue of a male angel with long hair and a soothing face , he called up for the last energy and climbed to the top of that same statue.

    Belial bumped into him perched on the gargantuan angelic statue. As quickly as he caught his fall, the beasts started scaling the statue toward him. In that instant, Belial had to quickly make his next move, as some of the monsters started climbing the statue.

    He came up behind the angel''s head and put his hand on it the same time his legs braced against the wall. When the pressure from his hand was not enough and the dark purple energy came to materializing into a pillar helping him, after a couple of seconds of straining his muscles Belial pushed the statue over, smashing the bulk of creatures beneath it.

    Belial felt electricity pulse through him, and more than one of the darkish power swords appeared around him, taking shape and creating a deadly demeanor. Phantom sword last of the monsters had been no match for the phantom swords of Belial, as he dispatched them all effectively.

    As he leaped from the statue, he became cloaked in cuts and scrapes, his garments tattered and his body fatigued. Belial became shocked from his concentration by means of a thunderous crash and a puff of smoke.

    When he turned to his right, he saw a black ogre attired in armor with a long dao. It was a monster in armor. For the first time, he laid his eyes on such a spectacle. Belial stood face-to-face with the ogre.

    "So, you''re just gonna stand there big man? No chit-chat or monologue? Nothin'' ? Well then I hope that sword is making up for something. Like your minuscule brain, maybe?" he taunted the black monster. Noticing that the monster had no type of

    Belial lunged ahead, the blade of his scimitar glinting in the dim light of the cave, where the ogre stood, massive and imposing, before him, yet he felt resolved to best him.

    With a short swipe, he tried to decapitate the ogre, but his attack was deflected without the creature moving its hand. Belial jumped back to recover his ground, his eyes fixed on the ogre''s every move.

    Without another thought, the ogre swung his hand before Belial; such a huge crushing blow landed on his chest and threw him toward the wall. He thumped it wondrously, causing quite a deep crack.

    Reeling and disorientated, Belial staggered in catching his footing. His brow dripped with sweat, and his chest roared intolerably as the ogre stood ready to strike anew.

    With little time to react, Belial leapt, bringing his blade up in time to interpose it between his body and those crushing downward strokes of the ogre. The tremors shook his arms but he stood firm.

    Exhausted and bloodied, Xin staggered back as what had remained of the gargantuan monsters crumbled to dust before him. For a moment, he allowed himself to think that the worst be over¡ªthat he had triumphed against all odds and escaped alive. But his respite was to be short-lived.

    Without any warning at all, Xin began to feel his very form being dissolved like the horrendous creatures before him. An icy terror throbbed through his body as he unleaded a horrified scream.

    A strangled cry, xin felt his frame begin to dissolve.

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    "No, please¡­ No more like this! I still have to find Bel! NO. Nononono please i don''t want to die please PLEASE I DON''T WANT TO DIE!"

    His voice became super-emotional as he struggled to hold on to life.

    As darkness enveloped Xin, the whole world around him prepared for the end. But then it stopped, decayed but no more than before, and he gasped for air with his coronary heart pounding in his chest.

    In a count of seconds, he saw himself standing in a timber-surrounded space.

    " Xin breathed and feared, his voice vibrating.

    "I''m alive.? I''m alive!!"

    Xin howled loudly in joy and disbelief.

    But as he looked around, his elation started to fade to confusion and then to fear. Belial his companion and fellow warrior, was nowhere to be seen.

    "He should be done with his side by now; where is he?"

    Xin muttered to himself, worry escalating by the second.

    He quickly activated his hax, scanning the premises for any traces of Belial''s presence. There had been nothing¡ªno vibration, no heartbeat, no hint of Bel''s presence.

    Xin''s voice trembled with surprise and disbelief as he gasped,

    "Absolutely not¡­. It can''t be. No- He''s no longer¡­. Really he can''t be. No no it''s not- no bel''s not- no he can''t be¡­ right¡­. Right¡­?"

    Tears spilled down his face as he buried his head into her hands, trying to process what had just happened. With the final breaking point, he broke into sobs and his legs gave way while he sagged to his knees completely.

    "Why¡­ Why him, why not me now! It was me who got into debt why him why not me why did it have to be him!. It''s my fault¡­. If it wasn''t for me you''d still be alive¡­ it''s all my fault¡­. "

    The full realization of Belial''s death, and his own personal guilt, made his voice shrill and ragged

    "No..No no no.How how could i l..It''s all my fault!"

    Xin thought and his heart broke into a million pieces. Belial was already gone, and he knew that it was all of his fault. He learned the meaning of his mistake and the pain he felt was horrible. He understood that such an ache would follow him the rest of his days.

    Belial was on his knees on the dungeon floor, his chest pounding. Blood flowed from a multitude of cuts, pooling on the stones below him. He hissed through his teeth as he tried to lever himself up, standing once more, holding his sword before him.

    The ogre glared down at him, features twisted in fury. It barreled forward, its big hand up to deliver a kill strike. Belial steeled himself, running thoughts through his head a mile a minute in the search for a hole in the thing''s defenses.

    He activated his ''Shadow Trigger'', and a murky haze coursed through his veins, numbing his ache and bolstering his muscle tissues. Despite the danger, he had no choice. He confronted the ogre''s assault by means of swiftly countering the attcks with his sword

    The two had been evenly balanced, every blow of the opponent landed with equal strength. Belial had been proficiently dodging the attacks of the ogres'' and parrying its strike, yet he would feel its irritation rising as its actions become more erratic and haphazard.

    Belial bided his time, giving the ogre a glance at the moment before attacking. Upon closing, he seized the opportunity and unleashed his Phantom Sword, calling upon swarms of dark blades that homed in on his target with deadly precision.

    With a roar, the ogre parried each simply with a clashing noise. It charged in the direction of Belial, its considerable body moving the earth under their feet. As it lifted its fist to strike, Belial saw his threat to counterstrike.

    He suddenly plunged the sword forward, the glinting blade cutting through the smoky air. The weapon found its target, cutting through the ogre''s flesh and bone. In a final, excruciated scream, down the beast fell.

    Belial towered over the fallen ogre, his breath coming in heavy gasps that gave way to expand his chest. He taunted the creature, leering down at its useless form. "That turned into quite a war," he stated, as he knelt beside the wounded ogre.

    "I must say, I was underestimating your power in the beginning. You really fought bravely."

    But his victory was short-lived. As he looked on, the ogre''s body began to dissolve into material, turning into soil before his very eyes. Belial staggered backward, his eyes growing wide with shock.

    He hadn''t in any way seen anything like it before. He looked down at his bloodied hands, and his vision started to blur. "So this is how it ends," He whispered to himself, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own disintegration.

 Searching for Hope

    He felt a surge of determination that made his heart beat faster. He needed to track the noise. It was necessary for him to do so. The increasing rhythmic thumping led him like a guiding light through the storm of his thoughts. Xin remained unwavering despite the thick darkness, the dense trees above him, and the labyrinth of branches reaching out towards him as he ran. The forest teemed with night sounds like owls calling and leaves rustling in the wind, but he was fixated on a distant, steady beat.

    This heartbeat! Has to be.

    Xin dashed quickly, leaping over downed logs, his boots thumping on the ground while maneuvering through trees and crouching below hanging branches. He kept going, despite his ragged breathing and heaving chest, determined to find Belial.

    As he neared the river, the sound of the rushing water became overwhelmingly loud. Xin did not allow the churning sound of the current to overpower him as he continued to follow the heartbeat. He felt a moment of despair in his heart. What would happen if he no longer had the ability to hear? What would happen if Belial was gone?

    No. I can''t think of that . Not at this moment. Never!

    His gaze moved over the riverbank while his thoughts hurried. After what seemed like hours of searching, he finally saw it - a dark figure, still beside the water''s edge.

    "Bel!" Xin yelled with desperation, his voice breaking.

    As he walked unsteadily through the shallow water, the river surged and roared beside him. The freezing cold from the river penetrated his boots, making him shiver, yet he hardly paid attention. He was completely focused on the motionless figure across the river.

    He moved quickly ahead, his heart pounding in his ears, and knelt down next to the person lying down. He felt a sudden flutter in his chest. Belial remained motionless, his body covered in wounds and bruises, his torn clothing soaked in blood. His chest, once moving in time with life''s rhythm, was now motionless. Very quiet.

    Xin''s eyes overflowed with tears, causing his vision to blur as he embraced Belial. He was unexpectedly caught off guard by the powerful wave of sorrow. He was unable to part with his friend. Not at this moment, not in this manner.

    "Bel, I am here..," Xin murmured in a hoarse voice, holding onto his friend''s lifeless form. "I''m not leaving you."

    He felt surrounded by the forest, as the tall trees cast long shadows in the moonlight. The night had turned silent, save for the river''s loud rushing sound in the vicinity. Xin''s breath was caught as panic took hold of him. He couldn''t leave Belial behind here, but the nearest hospital was several miles away.

    Xin held his friend''s weight in his arms while scanning the surroundings urgently, desperately searching for any sign of assistance. Through the haze of his crying, he spotted something shining far away: a train station. He felt a mixture of relief and dread while lifting Belial, his muscles working hard to bear the weight.

    The trip to the station seemed to last forever. Each step was difficult, his muscles sore from the strain of supporting his friend. Xin''s body burned with effort despite the cool night air. Despite the pain, he persevered, reminiscing about his moments with Belial¡ª the jokes they exchanged and the conflicts they faced together.

    He couldn''t let it end like this.

    Upon Xin''s arrival at the station, the only presence on the platform was a solitary train parked without any activity. He entered unsteadily, holding Belial close to his chest, breathing heavily. He entered and the train doors closed, then it started moving quickly toward the city.

    However time wasn''t on their side.

    When the train arrived in the city, an hour had gone by, and Xin''s greatest worry was realized. Belial''s heart ceased to beat.

    "No, definitely not..." Xin whispered in a panic, shaking his friend urgently. Stay with me Bel!!

    He struggled to bring Belial back, clumsily attempting to resuscitate him by pushing on his chest, yet there was no reaction no matter how hard he tried. The understanding struck him with the force of a physical impact¡ªhe was unable to rescue him. This is not acceptable. Not by oneself.

    However, when Xin looked out the train window, he noticed something that grabbed his attention - a phoenix emblem, softly glowing on the exterior of a building close by. It was the symbol of the guild.

    With newly acquired resolve, Xin jumped off the train and sprinted towards the guild, his legs propelling him at a speed he had never experienced before. Belial now felt lightened by his weight, with adrenaline driving him onwards. Every move brought him nearer to the possibility of redemption.

    Entering the guild, he yelled loudly for assistance, his voice strained and rough. However, the noise in the room was incredibly loud¡ªfilled with laughter, music, and the sound of glasses clinking. The world kept spinning as if nothing had happened, oblivious to the tragedy he held.

    "Please, I need help!" Xin''s desperate voice cracked while he held Belial''s limp body in his arms. However, it appeared that nobody paid any attention. Nobody appeared to care less.

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    Anger flooded his body. An explosion of ether emanated from his body, quickly quieting the entire room. The music stopped suddenly, and all eyes shifted towards him. Shaking, he held Belial''s body, barely speaking now, as he stood there.

    "Help me, anyone!" he pleaded, his voice shaking with feelings. "Can you assist him, please?"

    There was a momentary pause, with no one making any movements. The guild members looked at each other, unsure of how to react to the scene in front of them. However, a young woman emerged from the rear of the crowd. She had a relaxed yet confident gaze.

    "I am a healer," she stated, her voice breaking the quiet. The other medics are not available today, I''m the only one available."

    Xin felt a wave of relief as he followed her to the second floor, where she gently placed Belial and started examining him. Xin stood close by, feeling helpless, the sound of his heartbeat thumping in his chest. He detailed all of their efforts in navigating the cave and narrowly escaping the monsters.

    The healer furrowed her brow while placing her hands on Belial''s chest to examine his injuries. Following a lengthy and anxious pause, she finally uttered words.

    "He has four fractured ribs, a broken arm, and significant blood loss. Which isn''t a problem¡­However his heart is not reacting.

    Xin experienced his world falling apart before his eyes. He was unable to part with Belial. He was unable to. Not at this moment, not following all the experiences they had shared.

    His eyes filled with tears once more as he gazed at his friend lying motionless. He was unsure about what action to take. All he could do was hold onto hope - hope that Belial would somehow miraculously survive. Since Xin wasn''t positive about how to continue, without him as he gave him courage to deal with his personal issues.

    The healer showed a mixture of surprise and worry on her face while she diligently attended to Belial''s injured body. With a gentle glow coming from her palms, she directed healing energy into his body over his shattered ribs. The tension in the room was so intense that each passing second dragged Xin further into a pit of despair.

    "I can take care of his injuries," the healer whispered, shattering the silence." However, I am not sure if I can work a miracle and resurrect him."

    Xin felt her heart drop when she heard what she said. He remained motionless, sensing his own vitality diminishing as he waited, wishing desperately for any indication that his friend was still present. He felt a heavy burden on his chest, struggling to breathe as he held onto a chair for stability.

    The healer operated with the exactness of an individual who had witnessed numerous deaths yet remained resolute in their battle against it. As she kept tending to Belial''s wounds, time seemed to drag on without end, her forehead showing signs of intense focus. Intermittently, she would look at Xin with a brief expression of sympathy, but for the most part, she stayed concentrated on the task.

    Xin stayed by Belial''s side, refusing to leave, as hour after hour went by. Xin barely noticed as the room became colder with the passing of the night. All his attention was directed towards his friend, observing every slight movement, every inhalation. He couldn''t rid himself of the sense of powerlessness that bothered him, as though the burden of the world had landed on his shoulders, overwhelming him with the unknown.

    The healer monitored Belial regularly, showing the same worry that Xin sensed deeply. Belial continued to remain silent. Xin thought to himself, determined to believe that he was putting up a fight. He must be.

    While Xin remained next to his friend''s unmoving body, another unseen event was taking place.

    In a realm that exists outside reality, Belial opened his eyes and saw that he was in a strange location. Dark violet like clouds swirled in the sky with dim shining lights above, radiating a mysterious energy in the space between the nebulae. The surface below him appeared to reflect like glass, showing mysterious light patterns that moved in the air nearby.

    Belial whispered to himself, "This must be the afterlife," as his words reverberated through the vast emptiness. "This is kind of disappointing."

    As soon as the words escaped his lips, a mysterious figure appeared before him, shrouded in a combination of black and purple that appeared to have a pulsating energy. Belial''s body tensed as he flinched and turned quickly to confront the mysterious figure.

    "Do not misunderstand," the figure said with a deep, resonant voice that sent a shiver down Belial''s spine. "This is not the life after death."

    Belial''s gaze narrowed while he cautiously backed away, examining the figure. So, where exactly am i? Who are you?

    The figure''s aura shifted, swirling around it like a living thing. "We are in the Astral Plane," it explained calmly. "A place where the soul and consciousness exist beyond the boundaries of life and death."

    Belial''s mind raced.

    The astral plane?

    He had heard of such theories of places in realms where the laws of the physical world no longer applied, but that was for the spirit realm, where only the soul could travel. But if this wasn''t the afterlife, then why was he here? And more importantly, how?

    Was there a mistranslation in the books I read?

    "If I''m not dead, why I''m i here?" he asked, his voice laced with suspicion. "And what do you want from me?"

    The figure let out a low, rumbling chuckle. "I pulled your soul into this plane moments before your death," it said, the words reverberating through the air. "As for who I am... that is not for you to know. All you need to understand is that your body has been healed."

    Belial blinked, momentarily stunned. "Healed?" He could feel his confusion mounting. "Wait. What are you talking about?"

    "Your body was on the brink of death," the figure continued, "but it seems someone intervened in the physical world, saving you from your life."

    Belial processed the words from the shadowy figure, but before he could ask more questions, a faint sound¡ªlike a heartbeat¡ªechoed in the distance. He turned toward the noise, but when he looked back, the shadowy figure had vanished.

    The sound grew louder, more persistent, pulling him away from the ethereal plane. His vision blurred, and the world around him began to dissolve, shifting and warping into something familiar.

    Belial''s eyes snapped open and he found himself lying on a bed, His body aching with every movement. The first thing he saw was Xin, who sat by his side, staring at him with a mixture of relief and concern.

    "You''re awake," Xin whispered, his voice barely audible as he leaned forward. His eyes were red-rimmed, as if he had been crying.

    Belial tried to move, but pain shot through his body, forcing him to wince. "My body feels like Its been put though a meat grinder," he said weakly. "But at least I''m somehow alive¡­ thanks to you."

    Xin''s lips trembled into a small, relieved smile. "The healer did most of the work," he said, his voice filled with modesty. "I just stayed by your side."

    Belial nodded, his mind still groggy as he glanced around the room. "Where are we?"

    "We''re in the guild," Xin replied. "You''ve been out for hours. The healer managed to heal most of your injuries, but¡­ you still need time to recover."

 Final Exam 1

    The doors of the med station slid open, and Belial stepped out, his sharp gaze immediately landing on Xin. His companion stood a few paces away, arms crossed, with a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

    "Hey," Xin said, his tone light but tinged with concern. "You feeling okay? Nothing out of place?"

    Belial stretched his arms and rolled his shoulders, a soft groan escaping him. "I''m fine. Just a little stiff from all that sleeping."

    Xin''s brow furrowed. "What happened in there? The monsters weren''t that strong."

    Belial hesitated, his expression darkening as his mind replayed the battle. "Yeah, but there was¡ª"

    Before he could finish, a sharp, clipped voice cut through their conversation.

    "Mr. Belial and Mr. Xin."

    Both turned to see a woman dressed in a tailored black suit, her heels clicking against the polished floor as she approached. Her posture was rigid, her tone authoritative. "Please follow me. You''ve been summoned by the president."

    Belial and Xin exchanged puzzled glances but said nothing. The woman turned briskly, clearly expecting no argument, and began ascending a nearby staircase.

    The two trailed behind her, their boots thudding softly against the steps. Silence filled the air, broken only by the rhythmic sound of their ascent. As they climbed, the tension between them was palpable.

    By the time they reached the seventh floor, Belial''s curiosity had morphed into unease, as the two entered the room. He glanced at Xin, who seemed to share the same silent question: What does the president want with us?

    In a low, smooth voice, Cole mentioned that you both must be exhausted. "Please come and take a seat. I am Cole Blackburn, the leader of this guild. And here is Leah, the person who cured you."

    Leah, the woman with the afro, was now smiling brightly at them, appearing to have completely let go of her anger from earlier. "I was happy to do it," she said warmly. "I''m simply glad that I was able to assist."

    Belial and Xin shared a surprised glance. They were familiar with Cole Blackburn''s name, but actually meeting him in person was a different experience altogether. Regarding Leah, her identity was unknown to them, but her presence seemed to have a calming effect on them.

    "Thanks for inviting us, but why did you bring us here?" Belial started cautiously.

    Cole reclined in his seat, his amber eyes narrowing a little. "Leah mentioned that she discovered some abnormal ogre blood on you. May I inquire about what took place in the woods?"

    Belial took a large inhale before beginning to recount the tale of how this entirely unforeseen predicament had unfolded. He detailed their quest to gather the materials needed for the guild registration, their unfortunate run-in with quicksand, and their discovery of a hidden dungeon filled with dangerous creatures. He used his words to describe the isolation from Xin, as he was thrust into a do-or-die struggle against an ogre unlike anything he had ever encountered.

    As Belial spoke, Cole listened attentively, his expression remaining unchanged. After Belial finished, Leah eagerly and anxiously chimed in, her voice rising with a mix of excitement and unease.

    "Can you understand the implications of this?" she cried out. It is possible that this ogre is a previously undiscovered species, or potentially a combination of different species. "It is worthy of investigation."

    Cole nodded in agreement with Leah, his voice calm but already showing a touch of determination. Seems like this discovery has the potential to be intriguing. "I Will need to dispatch a team to conduct additional research on it."

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    Belial couldn''t resist feeling a surge of excitement rise within him. It was indeed an thrilling idea that this entire forest encounter could lead to a significant discovery.

    Cole stood up and reached out his hand to Belial. "Is there any additional information you would like to provide about the situation?"

    Belial firmly clasped Cole''s hand as they locked eyes with the guild''s president. In a serious voice, he mentioned that the only thing he could recall was that the figure had stitching covering its entire body and a red gem set in its chest.

    There was a brief moment of silence in the room. Next, the air rotated. The room grew hotter as unspoken tension filled the air. Belial and Xin were familiar with Cole''s change- the perilous, controlled sensation.

    "Mr. Blackburn, do you need anything?" Xin inquired, a touch of unease entering his tone.

    Cole''s face showed signs of anger that he was struggling to keep in check. His eyes shone like gold as he struggled to contain himself, causing the veins in his neck to bulge. Cole muttered with gritted teeth, his voice low and menacing, that he had successfully escaped from purgatory.

    Leah leaped ahead and placed a reassuring hand on Cole''s arm in an attempt to calm him. "Cole, calm down; there are children present," she whispered gently.

    Over time, Cole''s inner anger gradually faded away as he released a deep sigh. He removed his glasses to massage his eyes, as though it would erase the troubling memories from his mind. Afterwards, he talked once more with a weary yet determined attitude. He started with a completely composed tone, stating, "He is Alexander Drummond, one of the earliest members to join the guild and was appointed as vice president soon after it was formed."

    Belial and Xin paid close attention while Cole recounted the story of Lex Drummond. The tale revolved around hope and possibility, depicting a young man who had once excelled but ultimately succumbed to despair.

    "But he returned from one of his trips a changed man," Cole said, a hint of sadness in his voice. "He became withdrawn, brooding, and short-tempered. The man who came back was just like somebody else. We would try to have him talk to us, but he wouldn''t say a word.

    "He came back, killed a fellow guild member, and went rogue all within one week," Cole said, the regret heavy in his voice.

    It felt like a gut punch. The guild members were trying to digest the news amidst a thick air of gasps and murmurs. Belial and Xin exchanged a pointed glance; both their eyes were wide, their minds whirling with the weight of what they''d just been told. "We have to find him," Cole said decisively.

    "The safety of others is in jeopardy, and it''s important that we bring him to custody."

    A knock at the door cut into the tense silence. In an instant, the guards had opened it, revealing a receptionist named Natalie. Her voice cut through the heavy silence of the place to address Cole.

    "Sorry to disturb you, Cole, but I am here to inform you that the combat test for these two is ready," Natalie said professionally.

    He nodded gratefully at the distraction. "Thank you, Natalie. They''ll be there shortly, " he said.

    Turning back to Belial and Xin, there''s a small softening of the expression on Cole. "If either of you happen to meet up with Lex, place just a little bit of your aura into this stone," he says, extending his hand with a small, smooth-gray stone within his palm. "This will notify me."

    Belial and Xin took the stone, nodding their heads in agreement. "Are you sure this will work?" asked Xin, peering at the stone curiously. It''s a new technology that I''ve been working on. It should be able to detect any auras that come into contact with it and send an alert to my device." Said Cole with a serious look in his eye.

    Belial and Xin followed Natalie out of the office, the weight of what was to be done resting on them.

    The tension that had filled the room hung in the air as they made their way back towards the forested area at the back of the buildings. There was a mission to be done, and time was of the essence. Upon reaching the forest entrance, Natalie turned to them with a stern expression.

    "You have to find and defeat them before the time runs out, and no Haxe''s are allowed in this test, this is your last test to see if you''re fit to be a hunter." she said seriously. Belial and Xin nodded in acknowledgement.

    The two did not exchange any words, but they gazed upon the forest behind the guild, belial finally sighed.

    "I guess this is it, You take west, I''ll take east," Belial said in a voice smooth as calm water. Xin grinned, his usual warmth breaking through the somber mood. "Good luck."

    And wordlessly they dispersed into the thick undergrowth of the forest. The hunt had begun, and they knew that failure was not an option.

 Final Exam 2

    Xin looked toward the edge of the forest and enjoyed the cool refreshing morning breeze caressing his skin. He lifted his head up toward the sky and watched as the sun rose slowly, casting its warm, golden light down on the canopy. The serene environment was deceptively so, and Xin knew he should not dare let his guard down during such a critical examination.

    He took one deep breath, clearing his mind and heightening his senses. The leaves rustling with the wind, birds chirping afar, and faint noises of animals in foliage snapped him into awareness. Looking vigilant toward the forest, he searched for any kind of movement that would show the exam proctor.

    When he heard a crack, his instincts kicked in, and his mind already ran with potential dangers lurking around. Honed by years of experience of hiding from the kingpin and taking in the account of his mixblood his ears were long and sensitive to sound, because of his elven blood therefore even without his hax, he sprinted toward the west. His ears played the pounding sound of his feet against the forest floor, but he didn''t let that stray his attention.

    He seemed to run past blurring branches and bushes. His eyes searched unceasingly around for any sign of danger. He knew the examiner of his exam could be lurking anywhere, waiting to ambush him, and every fiber in his body was on high alert, his body primed for action.

    Coming out from behind a clump of bushes, Xin was confronted with the imposing figure of the exam proctor. The man was tall, his mask bearing enigmatic symbols, his long green dreads pulled back into his head in a ponytail donning a grey button down shirt black trousers with matching shoes.

    "Well, well, well, what do we have here-my name is Cassidy, pleased to meet your acquaintance"

    The examiner flashed a mischievous grin as he spoke.

    "A nice lady like you shouldn''t be walking around here all by herself. Let me walk you out of here.".

    Perplexed, Xin furrowed his brow in confusion at the odd behaviour of the proctor overseeing the exam. Before he could spend the time on it that he wanted, however, the proctor suddenly dove forward, shooting a great spout of water towards Xin. With a hurried rush, Xin dodged to the side in time for the blast to hit the ground he had been standing on only a moment before.

    The proctor chuckled as he watched Xin''s quick reaction.

    "You''re quite agile, I see."

    X?n clenched his teeth in frustration as it dawned on him that he was stuck and couldn''t apply his hax to this exam. He''d need to be good with only combat skills and quick reflexes, which the proctor of this particular exam seemed to be intentionally testing with his manipulation of water.

    Xin launched himself forward, scowling, and began to rain quick jabs and kicks down on the proctor. The proctor was just too quick; he dodged and weaved with ease before sending another wave of water crashing toward Xin. He leaped to the side, barely outrunning the wave, before readied for a counterattack.

    The proctor''s attack wouldn''t abate-the hurling water wave towards Xin. Of all of this, he could dodge, but one part of it scratched his arm and gave him excruciating pain. He didn''t allow that to perturb him; he mustered all his strength and pounced towards the proctor.

    With a mighty punch, Xin struck towards his proctor''s middle, only to meet his fist with a wall of water. The proctor smiled as, in quick succession, Xin changed tactics and kicked upwards to his head. The proctor dodged this professionally before firing a counterattack with water that flung Xin backward onto the ground.

    Injured but far from defeated, Xin struggled to his feet and dove at the proctor once more, wiping the water from his eyes as he did. His adrenaline well and truly pumping now, he dodged and weaved with grace around the proctor''s assaults, striking true time and again.

    No matter how hard he tried, Xin couldn''t predict what exactly the proctor was going to do next. The latter suddenly seemed to get all of his energy back and conjured a gigantic wave of water right on top of Xin''s head that slammed him onto the ground with a blunt thud. Forgetting the pain in his arm, Xin picked himself up in a flash.

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    "I must say, you''re quite skilled,"

    The examiner commented, his voice echoing through the serene woods as he walked around Xin, scrutinizing his every action closely. Xin kept his guard up, his eyes never leaving the actions of the examiner.

    The proctor raised his hands again and another wave of water washed in, but quite surprisingly, Xin kept his cool; he looked around for an object to aid him in turning the tables.

    As these two opponents took turns exchanging and counterbalancing with each other, many of the strikes occurred, after which Xin couldn''t help thinking that there was something especially odd with regards to the proctor''s fighting style. It wasn''t the raw power which was impressive, but more that he was fluid-moving from one stance effortlessly into another.

    The proctor''s tone was smoothly seductive, goading Xin.

    "Come on, darling ,He teased.

    "You ain''t even breakin'' a sweat. Is that all you got?" xin lampooned.

    Xin''s gaze flickered to a fallen tree branch lying on the ground, not too far from him. He flashed towards it, snatched it up in both hands, and whirled to face the examiner.

    Xin''s thoughts began to race as the firm grasp on his hands tightened. He knew he needed to think fast if he were going to outmaneuver the exam proctor and emerge victorious.

    Standing there, his mind racing, the exam proctor raised his hands once more and summoned another wave of water. Xin knew he had to act-and fast. He looked around, searching for anything that he could use to his advantage.

    "Oh, a branch. How cute. What are you going to do with that, sweetie?" The proctor asked heavy with sarcasm in his voice.

    A mischievous grin spread across Xin''s face as he retorted, "Well, I suppose you shall just have to wait and see."

    Xin charged at the proctor of the exam, flourishing his branch like a sword. The latter quickly responded by conjuring another wave of water; however, Xin was unfazed. With a mighty swing, he sent the wave back and sprinkled water everywhere.

    While the proctor was stumbling, Xin construed that as his chance and brought the branch against his opponent''s head with force that could not have been tougher; the latter, however, managed to get out in time from the encroachment.

    He regained from the missed strike, and exposed himself to the counterattack of the proctor of the exam. "Call another wave." he called this time right into the chest of Xin. However, quick on his feet, Xin used the branch in his hand to shield that wave to leave him unharmed.

    Realizing he was in a position that he could not afford to be caught off guard, Xin''s focus and alertness never strayed from his opponent. He watched as the caution Circling of the exam proctor searched for a weakness in his defense. However, Xin was just as careful, making sure to keep his guard up at all times.

    He suddenly lunged himself forward, spurting a stream of water directly onto Xin''s face. Helping herself to some cool composure, Xin leaped up in a mid-air twist behind the proctor, catching him by absolute surprise.

    "You''re quite skilled," The presiding examiner said, his eyes glinting with admiration. "Let''s see you dance some more."

    He steeled himself as the examining proctor swung his arms in a wide circle, conjuring another wave. But he was prepared this time; he swung the branch with all his might, deflecting the wave and sending it back towards the exam proctor. Sure enough, the wave hit him squarely in the chest, knocking him backward. Seeing his chance, Xin charged for him, a branch raised like a weapon.

    The Proctor of the Exam lost his balance, tumbled backward-but it was too late. Xin swung it again, this time across his face; the force sent him onto the ground.

    "Impressive," The proctor grinned and said so, defeated. "You''re a force to be reckoned with, my dear."

    Xin smiled, a feeling of satisfaction washing over him. "Don''t you ever underestimate me"

    The exam proctor looked surprised, but he quickly regained his composure.

    "My apologies, He said, nodding. "You have passed your final exam with flying colors. Congratulations. Xin"

 Final Exam 3

    Belial walked casually through the dense underbrush of the forest, humming a relaxed melody while taking in the invigorating breeze. He had always found comfort in the wilderness, where the sounds of rustling leaves and distant wildlife calmed his nerves. He was relaxed and light-hearted, playfully hitting low-hanging branches with the back of his hand. The gentle sound of twigs and leaves being stepped on by his boots synced with his whistling, creating a peaceful moment.

    At that moment, while he was completely off guard, something grabbed his attention. A quick movement, barely visible in his side vision, made him stop in the middle of his step. His instincts suddenly activated, and without being able to comprehend the situation, a shadowy figure rapidly approached him like a bullet.

    Belial''s body reacted before his mind did. Using a smooth evasion, he managed to avoid the strike, his sharp reflexes developed from numerous fights preventing him from receiving a harmful hit. With a fluid movement, he jumped and landed on the sturdy bough of a tree close by. He had a clear view of the person attacking him from where he was standing.

    The being beneath him was tiny, resembling a human but with noticeable elongated ears and a tail that moved anxiously from side to side. Its body was compact and agile, clearly built for speed and precision. Though the creature looked young, Belial knew better than to judge anyone here by their appearance. In this place, power often hid behind unsuspecting forms.

    "Hey, little man," Belial called out with a grin, settling back on the branch as though the encounter was a casual affair. "What''s the hurry? You miss your naptime or something?"

    The creature, now fully visible, growled in response. Clearly, it was not amused by Belial''s mocking tone.

    "Don''t call me little!" the creature snapped, its voice high-pitched and edgy with annoyance. "My name is Pacey! Who are you to call me short, anyway? Compared to your friend, you look like utter trash!"

    Belial casually rested against the tree''s trunk, laughing with his head tilted back. He had encountered people eager to prove themselves by insulting him before, and it won''t be the last time.

    "Me? I''m just a wandering traveler," he said, the sly grin never leaving his face. "But you, my friend, sure look like you could use a good beating."

    The air between them grew tense as Pacey''s eyes narrowed, his expression darkening. The creature''s entire demeanor shifted, the playful annoyance fading into something far more dangerous. His eyes, once merely irritated, now gleamed with a predatory focus.

    "You think you''re tough, huh?" Pacey sneered, his teeth bared in a menacing grin. "Well, let''s see what you''ve got, and maybe¡ªjust maybe¡ªI''ll consider letting you into our guild."

    Belial''s smirk widened. He had faced down monsters, demons, and worse, and yet here he was, exchanging taunts with a creature half his size. "You really think you can take me down, shorty?"

    Pacey growled again, his long ears twitching in irritation. "Mind your mouth, Belial," he snapped. "Just because you can''t use hax doesn''t mean I''ll be going easy on you."

    Belial waved his hand dismissively, his expression unbothered by the warning. "Don''t worry about me. I don''t need hax to take care of you. Good old-fashioned fist fight works just fine."

    He jumped off the tree and landed gently on the ground of the forest. He clenched his fists and cracked his knuckles, the mischievous twinkle in his eyes remaining constant. "Challenge accepted," he replied in a confident, low voice. "Let''s get started."

    As soon as the words were spoken by him, Pacey attacked. A strong burst of wind came rushing towards Belial, powerful enough to throw a weaker fighter off balance. However, Belial reacted swiftly, his movements displaying the gracefulness of an experienced fighter as he avoided the strike. He laughed, obviously savoring the excitement of the battle.

    "Nice try, short stack," Belial taunted, his words audible above the wind''s rush. "You''ll need to do much more than that if you want to defeat me."

    Pacey''s growl intensified as his tail whipped in agitation behind him. Without any notice, he pounced on Belial with his claws extended, prepared to rip into his adversary. Belial had to acknowledge that the small guy was quick, as his speed of movement was impressive. Belial, however, was quicker.

    He easily avoided each swipe, moving from side to side as Pacey''s claws cut through the air. Belial''s brow began to perspire, showing the hard work, yet he still smiled at the corners of his lips.

    "Okay, okay, I see you''re not messing around," he said, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "But let''s see how you handle this."

    In an instant, Belial switched to attack mode. He moved rapidly ahead, throwing a flurry of punches and kicks with his fists. Credit goes to Pacey for dodging several attacks, but Belial''s incredible speed overwhelmed him. Several precisely thrown punches landed, causing Pacey to stagger backward.

    However, the creature had not finished. Snarling, Pacey jumped back into the battle, utilizing his wind hax to create gusts of air and keep Belial away. It turned into a cat-and-mouse situation, as Belial skillfully avoided the wind attack while Pacey attempted to keep him away.

    Both of them hesitated, cautiously circling each other, unwilling to initiate the next action. Suddenly, Pacey charged with a burst of energy. Belial swiftly dodged his claws targeting his face and retaliated with a roundhouse kick, which Pacey narrowly avoided by ducking.

    Belial''s smile grew wider, his eyes shone with mischief. "Let''s go, buddy," he teased, observing Pacey with a mischievous sparkle in his gaze. "Is that everything you have?"

    The taunt did exactly what he expected. Pacey''s face contorted with rage, long ears flattening against his head as a low growl rumbled from his chest. The small but agile proctor summoned another gust of wind, this time even more powerful than before. Belial tried to dodge, but the force of the wind hit him square in the chest, sending him flying backward like a ragdoll.

    His back slammed into the thick trunk of a nearby tree with a sickening thud, knocking the air out of his lungs. He crumpled to the ground, gasping for breath, his ribs aching from the impact. Pacey, sensing his advantage, wasted no time. He lunged forward, claws flashing dangerously in the dim light, and slashed at Belial''s ribs, drawing a thin line of blood.

    "Ow!" Belial yelped, stumbling backward as he clutched his side. The sting of the wound brought clarity, but the sharpness of the attack was unexpected. "You fight dirty!" he spat, glaring at the smaller fighter.

    Pacey''s smile grew bigger, his shiny teeth visible in the dim light coming through the trees. "It''s all love in this guild," he chuckled, his voice filled with amusement.

    Just as Belial was about to roll his eyes, another strong gust of wind hit him. This time, the intensity of the force was even greater. He experienced his body being lifted above the ground by the fierce gust. He was hurled through the air similar to a leaf in a storm, colliding with another tree with such power that the branches overhead quivered and rattled.

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    Confused and lost, Belial tried hard to orient himself. He felt his sight become fuzzy as everything around him swirled, with the wind blowing against his face and clothing. The scene was full of chaos, the ground itself appeared to revolt as the windstorm grew stronger, pulling trees from their roots and flinging them in his direction without a care in the world.

    Belial felt like he was stuck in a never-ending moment, skillfully avoiding the barrage of flying debris in a dangerous dance. Each movement was a frantic effort to remain standing, to steer clear of the sharp branches and broken trunks aiming to overwhelm him. His muscles protested loudly, but he pushed past the pain, determined not to be defeated by the storm.

    And at that moment, the windstorm stopped as abruptly as it had started. The atmosphere became calm, creating a weighty, unsettling quiet afterwards. Belial was on the ground, his body covered in bruises and his limbs in pain from the constant attack. His garments were ripped, his cap missing in the mayhem, and his chest rose and fell with difficult breaths.

    Pacey stood above him, gazing down with a self-satisfied expression. "That was pretty fun," remarked the smaller proctor, his tone bright and happy, as though the entire conflict had been simply a fun experience. "I didn''t expect you to survive against my tornado for so long. But you''re still on your feet, that''s good"

    Belial grimaced, removing a small amount of blood from his lip while getting up. All of his muscles were shouting in refusal, but he wasn''t going to allow Pacey to have the final say. "Insane," he muttered, his voice filled with frustration. I came close to death due to that tornado.

    Pacey laughed, showing no signs of being bothered by Belial''s frustration. "He said it, but it did not happen," he said, his smile getting bigger. "What are you trying to say?"

    Belial lost his patience. He darkened in expression, disappearing from sight before Pacey could respond, then reappearing behind the proctor suddenly. His hand shone faintly with energy while he executed a quick, accurate hit on the back of Pacey''s head. The impact of the strike was so strong that it caused the smaller being to fall to the ground, knocked out before making contact with the soil.

    Belial stepped back, breathing heavily, his hands shaking from the effort. Adrenaline raced through his veins as his heart thumped in his chest. He didn''t intend to hit Pacey with so much force - he was just attempting to protect himself. However, the tiny individual had encouraged him to utilize something unusual, and now, gazing down at the proctor who was unconscious, a feeling of remorse engulfed him.

    "Sorry little guy," he whispered quietly, feeling guilty.

    Belial knelt down and checked Pacey''s pulse, feeling his heart race as he pressed two fingers on the proctor''s neck. His pulse was faint, and his breath was shallow, but consistent. Belial felt a sense of relief as he discovered he had not inflicted any permanent harm. He breathed out unsteadily, glad he hadn''t pushed himself too much.

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    Belial stepped up, with the desk between him and Natalie. Natalie raised her gaze to his face, her eyes hazy with uncertain clouds.

    Natalie''s piercing gaze shifted back to Belial, who suddenly found himself feeling less confident than usual. Her stare was intense, cold, and calculating, a stark contrast to her usual businesslike demeanor. It felt as though she was seeing through his exterior, peeling away the layers of bravado.

    Belial scratched the back of his head awkwardly. He could feel Xin watching him from the side, quiet but present, waiting for his response. The silence between them stretched uncomfortably as Natalie''s unspoken demand for an explanation lingered in the air.

    "I, uh... didn''t exactly pass," Belial muttered, glancing down at the floor, his voice barely above a whisper.

    Natalie''s expression didn''t change. She crossed her arms and tilted her head slightly, waiting for him to elaborate. The weight of her silence made him feel even more unsettled.

    "I ran into Pacey, and things got... out of hand," he admitted, his voice carrying a faint hint of guilt. "He attacked me first, and I defended myself, but I may have gone a little overboard."

    Natalie''s eyes narrowed. "Overboard how?"

    "I used an orthodox way to incapacitate him" Belial''s voice was firmer this time. He wasn''t proud of it, but he wasn''t about to hide what had happened. I Used some battle arts. I didn''t mean to hurt him too badly, but..." He trailed off, not wanting to admit that he''d lost control.

    Natalie''s lips pressed into a thin line. She was clearly displeased but held back any immediate judgment. Instead, she glanced down at Pacey''s unconscious form, slung over Belial''s shoulder, his body limp and breathing shallow.

    "Battle arts?" She repeated, her tone even, though her eyes flickered with disapproval. "This wasn''t a fight to the death, Belial. This was a test."

    Belial felt a flicker of defensiveness rise in his chest, but he held it back, knowing it wouldn''t help his case. "He wasn''t pulling his punches, either," he countered softly. "Pacey threw everything at me, and I just reacted."

    Natalie sighed, shaking her head. "It''s not just about who threw what. You''re both candidates, not enemies."

    Xin, who had remained silent throughout the exchange, stepped forward, his towering frame casting a shadow. "Pacey isn''t exactly easy to deal with," he offered, his voice gruff but reasonable. "He''s got a temper. If Belial hadn''t knocked him out, this could have gone a lot worse."

    Natalie''s gaze shifted to Xin, and she gave a curt nod, acknowledging his point. "I know Pacey''s temperament," she said. "But that doesn''t change the fact that this could have been avoided." Her eyes flicked back to Belial. "Control, Belial. That''s what we''re testing as much as your strength or skill. You can''t just lash out because you''re provoked."

    Belial opened his mouth to protest, but the words caught in his throat. She was right, of course. He had let his emotions get the better of him, reacting to Pacey''s taunts and attacks instead of keeping a level head. The fight had been intense, and Pacey had pushed him harder than expected, but he hadn''t needed to go that far.

    "I''ll admit," Belial said after a moment, his voice quieter now, "I lost my cool. It won''t happen again."

    Natalie studied him for a long moment, then let out a slow breath, her expression softening just slightly. "You''ve got potential, Belial. But you need to learn to rein it in. Otherwise, you''ll end up hurting someone¡ªor yourself¡ªwhen it matters most."

    Belial nodded, feeling the weight of her words settle over him. He couldn''t argue with her logic. In the heat of battle, he had let his pride and frustration get in the way of his better judgment.

    "We''ll get Pacey to the medics," Natalie continued, her tone shifting back to businesslike. "He''ll be fine, but this can''t happen again. Next time, you need to think before you act."

    Belial felt a twinge of guilt as he glanced back at the unconscious Pacey. He hadn''t intended to take things this far, but now that it had happened, he needed to face the consequences.

    "Right," he said simply, accepting her reprimand.