บท 39: Original Derek appears
From his vantage point atop a towering tree, Original Derek had been watching the chaos unfold with an air of detached amusement.
The gruesome display of demons tearing through the camp and the feeble struggles of the students had entertained him like a macabre theater performance.
He had a front-row seat to the unfolding tragedy, hidden within the shadowy embrace of the foliage.
However, as the malevolent puppeteer's presence manifested, a shift occurred in the shadows.
Another figure materialized, his form emerging seamlessly from the darkness itself. The Derek who had been holding onto the lifeless body of Mr. Fort vanished like a wisp of smoke, leaving behind an eerie echo of his presence.
The man in the gray cloth, the orchestrator of this nightmarish spectacle, froze as his calculating gaze locked onto the sudden apparition.
A moment of stunned silence hung in the air, broken only by the echoing cries of agony from the doomed students below.
Then, an unexpected sound echoed through the grim tableau – the unmistakable sound of laughter.
It was a deep, resonant chuckle that seemed to reverberate through the very fabric of the forest.
The man's features contorted into a mixture of surprise and amusement, a rare emotion flickering in his cold eyes.
"Well, well, well," he drawled, his voice dripping with a twisted sort of satisfaction. "What do we have here? A player who's not content with being a pawn, I see."
Original Derek stepped further into the moonlit clearing, his presence enigmatic and unnerving.
He regarded the man in the grey cloth with an almost bemused expression, as if he found the entire situation to be an entertaining diversion.
"You certainly know how to put on a show," Original Derek remarked casually, his tone laced with a blend of mockery and intrigue.
"But it seems you've underestimated the pieces on this board."
The man's lips curled into a malicious grin, the tension in the air thickening as the two forces – one shrouded in shadows, the other orchestrating the very darkness – faced off.
"Ah, the hidden player reveals himself," the man mused, his voice carrying a sinister edge. "A game of shadows, then. How intriguing."
As if a switch had been flipped, the forest seemed to come alive with an electrifying energy.
The wind whispered secrets, the leaves rustled with anticipation, and the very essence of the night seemed to pulse with otherworldly power.
Original Derek's eyes glinted with a newfound intensity, a silent challenge passing between him and the man in the grey cloth.
At that moment, they were no longer mere spectators or pawns in this deadly game – they were adversaries, locked in a battle of wits and wills that promised to reshape the course of fate itself.
The man's laughter, once filled with haughty confidence, now held a note of genuine excitement.
He had finally found a worthy opponent, someone who could match his cunning and elusiveness.
The thrill of the hunt had ignited a fire within him, and he eagerly awaited the unfolding clash between darkness and shadow.
In the heart of the Haunted Forest, the moon cast an eerie glow upon the clearing as the battle began.
Derek, with the Sword of ??? unsheathed, stood like a dark silhouette against the black night.
The man in the grey cloth watched from the shadows, a silent observer of the unfolding spectacle.
As the demons surged forward, their howls and growls reverberated through the forest, sending shivers down the spines of all who bore witness.
Derek's eyes remained steady, a glint of determination shining in the darkness. He shifted his weight, ready to face the onslaught.
The first demon lunged at him, a monstrous bear with gnashing teeth. Derek's blade moved with preternatural speed, meeting the creature's assault head-on.
The clash of steel against fur echoed through the clearing as the beast's momentum was halted by Derek's precise parry.
With a flick of his wrist, Derek retaliated, his blade cutting through the air like a flash of lightning.
The Sword of ??? found its mark, cleaving deep into the demon's side
The creature let out a guttural roar of pain, but Derek was already moving, dodging a second demon's swipe with a graceful sidestep.
His movements were fluid and calculated, a mesmerizing display of lethal grace.
Each step, each strike, was a testament to his mastery of the Swordsmanship of Night.
He danced through the chaos of battle, his blade a deadly extension of his will, cutting down demon after demon with deadly precision.
But the demons were relentless, and their numbers seemed inexhaustible. They attacked from all sides, a savage symphony of claws and teeth, seeking to overwhelm Derek with sheer force.
Despite his skill, he was gradually pushed on the defensive, forced to deflect attacks from every direction.
Blood splattered through the air as Derek's blade painted a vivid canvas of carnage.
His strikes were swift and deadly, but with each demon he dispatched, another seemed to take its place.
He fought with a fierce determination, but fatigue was setting in, and he could feel the weight of each strike wearing on him.
As the minutes turned into an eternity, Derek's movements began to falter.
The demons sensed his weakening resolve and pressed their advantage, exploiting his momentary lapses in defence.
One demon managed to land a glancing blow, leaving a deep gash on his shoulder.
But Derek gritted his teeth, pushing through the pain and the exhaustion. He could not afford to falter now; the lives of his fellow students depended on his strength and resolve.
Summoning his last reserves of energy, he channelled his will into his sword, unleashing a devastating flurry of strikes.
The demons fell before him, their bodies torn and broken, their once-menacing forms now lifeless husks.
The clearing was littered with their twisted remains, a testament to Derek's unyielding determination.
As the last demon fell, Derek stood amidst the aftermath, his chest heaving, and his body battered and bloodied.
But his eyes burned with an unyielding fire, a fire that spoke of his indomitable spirit and unwavering resolve.
The man in the grey cloth watched in silence, his expression unreadable. He had seen firsthand the power that Derek possessed, and he knew that he faced a formidable adversary.
The dance of shadows and chaos had revealed a new player on the stage, and the man in the gray cloth relished in the knowledge that he had finally found someone who could counter him.
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