Chapitre 37: Plunge into Darkness
Zac and Bella wore expressions of profound astonishment. The swift convergence of their pursuer had caught them off guard, despite their strategic attempts at deception.
In a sudden and eerie transformation, Craig's nails extended, gleaming with a menacing sharpness. With a calculated intent to strike, he aimed a lethal swipe toward Zac, only to arrest his motion just as he neared Zac's throat.
"No, allowing you to perish so swiftly would be excessively facile. I prefer you to experience a profound sense of desperation and hopelessness. I want you to intimately acquaint yourself with the exquisite agony of bleeding from every conceivable inch of your corporeal form," Craig intoned with a chilling resolve.
Effortlessly retrieving a knife from his spatial storage ring, Craig swiftly plunged it into Zac's arms. Despite the surge of pain coursing through him, Zac maintained a stoic silence, fixing his unwavering gaze on the only exposed part of Craig's visage—his eyes. The audacity of a seemingly youthful adversary enduring such torment caught Craig off guard, evident in the surprise etched across his countenance.
Extricating the knife with a practiced motion, Craig callously applied pressure to the freshly inflicted wound beneath his foot. Zac winced but clung to his composure.
"You possess an admirable resilience. Let us ascertain how enduring it truly is," declared the ominous voice emanating from the cloaked figure.
What ensued was a macabre spectacle of torment. Over time, every inch of Zac's anatomy became shrouded in his own blood. Bella, concealed in the shadows, harbored an instinct to intervene, but Zac restrained her with a determined gesture. Tears welled in Bella's eyes as she bore witness to Zac's unyielding silence amid the relentless torture.
Standing in stark opposition to Zac, Craig surveyed the aftermath of the relentless torment etched onto Zac's battered frame. Behind the enigmatic mask, an expression of astonishment mingled with a begrudging appreciation played across Craig's features. The culmination of his wrath had almost been fully expended, leaving room for a contemplative silence. As Craig examined Zac's resilience, he found himself pondering, "What trials had this individual weathered to endure such profound agony in unbroken silence?"
Zac, perceiving Craig's momentary stillness, emitted a resolute laugh. "Is that the extent of your prowess? I certainly hope there's more substance to your malevolence."
With a sardonic chuckle, Zac declared, "Pray that my emergence from this ordeal is not without its scars." Surveying his injuries, he continued, "These little 'gifts' you've bestowed upon me won't be forgotten. Should I return unscathed, consider my gratitude repaid manifold. My benevolence won't be confined to you alone; it will extend to everything you hold dear. And when the ledger of debts is finally closed, not only will you be relegated to the footnotes of history, but everything you cherish will become mere lines in the annals of time—history inscribed with my name." The malevolent laughter that resonated from Zac seemed to reverberate from the abyss, inducing an involuntary shiver down Craig's spine.
Craig, with a decisive intent to conclude the confrontation, directed his menacing claws toward Zac's neck. In the pocket of Zac's garment, Bella braced herself for a daring intervention. However, just as Craig's lethal appendages neared their target, a mysterious force halted their descent, leaving both aggressor and prey momentarily immobilized.
In a sudden twist, Craig, his body frozen in an unnatural stasis, howled in frustration. "Brat, what sorcery have you wrought upon me?" he bellowed, his faculties rendered impotent.
Zac and Bella, equally bewildered by this unforeseen turn of events, exchanged astonished glances. It became evident that neither of them was responsible for Craig's current predicament. As Craig, incapacitated and seething with frustration, surveyed his surroundings in search of the unseen manipulator, the true orchestrator of this bizarre tableau remained elusive, leaving the enigma of their presence lingering in the air.
"Reveal yourself, you coward!" Craig's frustrated shout echoed through the clearing.
A mysterious voice, laden with intrigue, responded from the depths of the surrounding forest. "Well, well, isn't this an intriguing spectacle?" The voice resonated as a shadowy figure emerged from the obscurity, gradually materializing before the captive audience.
As the enigmatic figure stepped into the forefront, Zac and Bella beheld a being that defied conventional classification. Neither entirely human nor beast, this entity bore a humanoid frame adorned with peculiar appendages—enormous scorpion-like pincers in lieu of traditional hands. Its entire form glistened with glossy black scales, culminating in a menacing tail reminiscent of a scorpion.
In the wake of this startling revelation, Zac and Bella, transfixed by the anomaly before them, registered a spectrum of emotions ranging from awe to disbelief. Craig, on the other hand, betrayed an expression that oscillated between shock and fear, a visceral acknowledgment of the identity of the formidable entity that had now unveiled itself.
"Beast King Darius," Craig intoned, acknowledging the imposing figure before him.
The figure, identified as Beast King Darius, responded with a hint of surprise. "Oh, you're familiar with me."
"Indeed, my lord. Though our paths have never crossed, your reputation precedes you," Craig replied with a tone of deference. "Your excellency reigns supreme over all beasts within this forest. I did not intend to trespass upon your domain. My pursuit of this individual led me unwittingly into your territory. I extend my sincerest apologies for any offense caused. With your permission, I propose to take this 'brat' and promptly vacate your dominion," Craig added, his words laced with respect for the ruler of the woodland realm.
"It's reassuring that my reputation precedes me. Consequently, I'll spare you a demonstration of my strength. However, regardless of any grievances you may harbor against this young man, taking him from my dominion is not within your purview. I have plans for him," declared Darius with an air of regal authority.
Craig's countenance underwent a discernible shift, the gravity of the situation dawning on him. Aware of the perilous implications of leaving Zac in the clutches of the enigmatic Beast King, Craig hesitated. Despite Darius's ominous disposition, the recollection of Zac's menacing vow lingered in Craig's mind, dissuading him from taking the risk.
Persisting with his appeal, Craig asserted, "But, sir, this lad is grievously wounded and utterly feeble. His utility to you, in this condition, is negligible. It would be more pragmatic to reconsider and allow me to alleviate you of this burden."
"Are you insinuating that my judgment is flawed?" Darius's tone carried a palpable threat, a manifestation of his lethal intent. The atmosphere thickened with the implicit promise of dire consequences should the response prove unsatisfactory.
Fully grasping the gravity of the situation, Craig chose his words carefully. "No, sir. I merely meant to express my readiness to assist. My strength surpasses his, and if your excellency has any tasks at hand, I am more than capable of fulfilling them on your behalf."
Darius, his imposing aura still lingering, conceded with a sly laugh, "Very well, if you are so eager to volunteer, I see no reason to object." Unbeknownst to Craig, Darius, astute to the crimson lineage, recognized his identity as a member of the Crimson Family. Preferring to avoid unnecessary conflict with such formidable entities, Darius artfully manipulated Craig into offering his services willingly, thus sidestepping potential repercussions from the formidable Crimson Family.
As Darius's sly smile unfolded, Craig sensed the subtle net tightening around him, realizing he had unwittingly walked into a trap. Despite his awareness of the predicament, Craig found himself bereft of alternatives, compelled to proceed with the unfolding events. In a swift motion, Darius seized both Zac and Craig, vanishing from their erstwhile location.
For Zac, who had been keenly observing the interaction between Darius and Craig, the sudden turn of events was nothing short of astonishing. In an instant, Darius materialized before him, hoisting him up with an unexpected ease. Before Zac could muster a reaction, the surroundings blurred and then resettled, revealing an entirely new and unfamiliar locale. As Zac surveyed his altered surroundings, the realization dawned upon him—they had been transported to a completely different location.
Before Zac stood an ominous cave, emanating an eerie aura that seemed to seep into the very fabric of the surroundings. Abruptly, Darius's voice reverberated, casting an unsettling tone into the cavernous space.
"I require something from within this cave," Darius declared, his words laden with an implicit challenge. "Only those at Savant Stage and below are permitted entry. I shall afford you both an equal opportunity. The one who retrieves the item lives, and as for the other..." Darius trailed off, a malevolent smile playing upon his lips, leaving the consequences to fester in the realm of imagination.
Inquiring about the nature of the sought-after item, Zac, battered and bloodied, posed a question. In response, Darius conjured two enigmatic fragments of metal, each bearing shattered runes. "Take these with you. They will guide you to the coveted item," Darius instructed, unveiling the arcane tools that would serve as harbingers of the impending trial.
"In keeping with my commitment to fair play, I extend to you the unique opportunity of an early entrance, brat, considering your present state of injury and diminished strength,". The cave is a labyrinth. Your survival, or lack thereof, is entirely in your hands," Darius declared, his words hanging in the air like an ominous decree.
Without a moment's hesitation, Zac seized the metal fragment, summoning every ounce of strength within him. He propelled himself toward the foreboding cave, his singular focus on increasing the distance between himself and his relentless pursuer. Navigating the labyrinthine passages, Zac encountered his first intersection. Without deliberation, he impulsively selected a path, driven by the primal urge to outpace his adversary.
Through a succession of meandering passages, Zac's journey led him to the precipice of a cliff. Peering into the abyss below, darkness shrouded the depths, rendering the bottom unseen.
"Zac. Take advantage of the maze's complexity to conceal yourself and mend your wounds," advised Bella, her expression marked by concern. Following her counsel, Zac settled into a meditative stance, redirecting his focus toward recuperation.
A span of time, though relatively short, elapsed before Zac was abruptly roused by the unmistakable sound of approaching footsteps. "He...he...he... brat, let's see where you can escape to now," sneered Craig upon his arrival.
Zac, taken aback by the unexpectedly swift discovery, stammered in astonishment, "How did you... How?"
Interrupting Zac's incomplete inquiry, the man in the black robes disclosed, "Curious as to how I located you so swiftly, aren't you? The knife I employed to torture you possesses unique properties. Once it tastes someone's blood, it can trace that individual using the residual blood aura."
As Zac confronted the imminent threat, a veneer of calm masked the turmoil of hopelessness and despair churning within him. His gaze shifted to the abyss-laden cliff, a foreboding expanse seemingly primed to devour anything that succumbed to its shadowy depths. The pathways behind him were closed, offering no avenue of escape. In this dire predicament, Zac found himself clinging to a semblance of hope, aware that a miracle was his only recourse—a realization underscored by the fact that the Beast King had once intervened to save him from the brink of death.
In an abrupt turn, the black-robed figure vanished and reappeared before Zac with unfathomable speed. A paralyzing pressure rendered Zac motionless, leaving him incapable of reacting in time. Helplessly, his eyes traced the trajectory of the knife hurtling toward his heart. As the blade breached his defenses, a poignant thought echoed through Zac's mind: "Is this how it ends?"
Trapped within Zac's pocket, Bella's reaction lagged as she witnessed the knife pierce Zac's heart. In that devastating moment, it felt as if her entire world had crumbled around her. A sudden surge of energy coursed through her, a snapping point within, compelling her to harness every ounce of power. She conjured a colossal fireball, releasing it with unbridled force at the unsuspecting assailant.
Caught off guard, Craig, the black-robed figure, had no time to react to the sudden appearance of this unexpected adversary. The resulting explosion was deafening, the force of the blast propelling both Bella and Zac, the latter still impaled by the knife, into a chaotic descent off the cliff's edge.
Amidst the tumultuous fall, Bella caught a glimpse of Zac, his eyes closed in a silent surrender to fate. A solitary tear traced its path down her cheek as she screamed, "Zac!"
Cadeaux
-- Cadeau
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-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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