NEAR DEMON REALM
As Scarlett and Captain Rowan stepped through the portal, they erged into a vast field surrounded by towering trees and scattered boulders. The landscape stretched out before them, seemingly endless, with the imposing silhouette of an imnse forest looming in the distance. The Amazon forest paled in comparison to the sheer size of this sprawling wilderness, giving the impression that it stretched on infinitely.
The area was shrouded in an eerie atmosphere, with an otherworldly aura perating the air. The trees stood tall and ancient, their gnarled branches reaching towards the sky like skeletal fingers clawing at the heavens. Thick vines snaked their way around the trunks, weaving a web of greenery that seed to pulsate with life.
Massive stones littered the landscape, so jutting out of the ground at odd angles while others lay scattered haphazardly across the field. Their rough surfaces bore the marks of age and weathering, hinting at the passage of ti in this desolate realm.
In the distance, the dense expanse of the forest beckoned, its dark depths hinting at untold dangers lurking within. It was no secret that this was the domain of demons and monsters, ruled by the dreaded Six Demon Kings who held sway over their respective territories.
Despite the foreboding presence of the forest, there was no sign of demonic activity in the imdiate vicinity. Instead, the only thing that seed to be happening was the preparation for a hunt—a hunt for a demon.
Without hesitation, Rowan wasted no ti in revealing his true intentions, launching a surprise attack on Scarlett's back with his sword. However, to his astonishnt, Scarlett effortlessly intercepted his strike with a single hand, not even bothering to look at the blade. With a swift twist of her wrist, she shattered Rowan's sword, one of the strongest in the kingdom, as if it were made of glass.
Observing his failed attempt, Rowan retreated to a safe distance of about 80 ters, a mixture of surprise and amusent evident in his expression. "So, you already suspected our plans to kill you. Quite intelligent for a succubus," he remarked, his tone tinged with respect.
Scarlett turned to face Rowan, a mischievous grin playing on her lips as she chuckled. "Suspected? It was blatantly obvious, even to a child," she quipped, her confidence unwavering.
Rowan's laughter rang out, though it held a hint of resignation. "Hehe... it matters not now. I'm not the only one here to end your life. We are a team of twelve, backed by an army of two hundred thousand soldiers. While we couldn't teleport the entire army, they will arrive in approximately an hour. Once they do, your fate will be sealed."
As Rowan's words echoed through the air, the veil of stealth magic dissipated, revealing the remaining eleven warriors poised for battle.
Perched atop a distant tree, an ethereal elf stood with elegance, wielding a grand bow adorned with shimring gems that caught the light. (I'm giving everyone's nas and a little info to make it easy to understand)
At the forefront were a pair of female magicians clad in verdant robes, their hands grasping oversized wands crackling with magical energy.
To their right stood a set of twins, identical in every way, donned in sturdy armor and gauntlets, their faces resolute with determination
On the left side of the mages, two young swordsn brandished long, magical swords, their gazes focused and unwavering.
A figure cloaked in black robes reminiscent of a dark magician lood nearby, though no aura of sinister energy emanated from him.
Beside him stood a teenage beast-girl, her youthful appearance belying the cocky confidence radiating from her deanor.
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Hovering above them all was a girl suspended in mid-air, a faint green aura enveloping her form, hinting at the peculiar nature of her magic.
Yet, among this formidable group, one figure stood apart. Though not the strongest or most skilled fighter, she held a vital role as the group's healer.
As a human lacking the regenerative abilities of monsters and demons, her mastery of healing magic was indispensable. Behind the warriors stood a priestess, her presence essential for bolstering the group with her healing spells.
Beside her were around a hundred individuals dressed in white garnts, their eyes covered by blindfolds and their hands bound by ropes—a grim reminder of their status as sacrifices.
Her mana reserves plumted to a re 1%, leaving her feeling weakened and vulnerable.
Ti remaining until seal 's effect will end : 59 minutes
Gasping in shock, Scarlett stumbled backwards, her mind racing with disbelief and realization. "Shit," she muttered under her breath, her heart sinking as she recalled Ingrassia's warning about Saintess Clare's true intentions. "I should never have trusted Clare in the first place."
"I suppose there's no avoiding it," Scarlett murmured as she removed her blindfold, revealing her striking blue and red eyes with monstrous cat-like pupils.
Despite being among the strongest individuals in the kingdom, the group lacked coordination and camaraderie. Each mber acted independently, driven by their own motives and egos.
As Layra, the beast girl, noticed the activation of the seal, her cocky deanor intensified. With a burst of overconfidence, she launched herself at Scarlett from above, aiming a powerful punch at her target.
"Didn't your parents teach you not ss with humans, Filthy succubus?"
In response, Scarlett remained eerily calm, her gaze fixated on Layra as she slowly raised her head to et her attacker's eyes. A bone-chilling grin spread across her face as she delivered a chilling retort.
"Yep, they didn't teach ," she said, her voice dripping with nace, "because I killed them before they could even teach ."
The aura of death emanating from Scarlett was palpable, sending shivers down Lyra's spine. Her entire body trembled uncontrollably, her breaths shallow and rapid. With each step Scarlett took towards her, Lyra found herself involuntarily retreating, her movents driven by instinctual fear. The ground seed to quake beneath her feet as she stumbled backward, eventually crashing into the thick trunks of nearby trees.
As terror gripped her, Lyra struggled to compose herself, her voice trembling as she spoke. "Huff...Huff... Everyone said she is beautiful, but her face... It's like pure evil."
It felt like we are the ones being hunted down".
The realization dawned on Lyra that they were the ones being hunted, not Scarlett. Panic surged within her, threatening to overwhelm her senses as she grappled with the terrifying truth of their situation.
anwhile, Scarlett assessed her options with a cool-headed resolve. The prospect of escape lood large in her mind, presenting her with two choices. The first option was to utilize wind magic to flee deep into the demon realm, but her dwindling mana reserves rendered this plan impractical.
The second option involved using her wings to fly, but Scarlett quickly realized she lacked the necessary knowledge and experience to execute such a maneuver effectively, she never even bother to see her own wings.
With escape seemingly out of reach, Scarlett steeled herself for the inevitable confrontation, knowing that her only chance at survival lay in confronting her adversaries head-on and seizing any opportunity to escape.
Ti remaining : 55 minutes
The priestess, recognizing the urgency of the situation, wasted no ti in implenting her plan. With a solemn expression, she began chanting in an ancient language, her voice resonating with power and purpose.
As her incantations grew in intensity, the hundred individuals standing behind her began to falter, one by one succumbing to the overwhelming force of the ritual. More than half of them perished, their life force swiftly drained and absorbed by the priestess.
As she casted her magic a Alert ssages flashed in Scarlett's mind, each one more alarming than the last.
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