The night was ablaze with chaos as Shinon infiltrated Drake’s Bandit camp. The flickering flas cast eerie shadows across the scene, illuminating the devastation that Shinon had already wrought upon the unsuspecting bandits.
Bodies lay strewn across the ground, lifeless and motionless. The crackling of flas and the distant sounds of struggle echoed through the air, creating an atmosphere of impending danger.
Shinon moved with calculated precision, his sword held firmly in his grasp. His shadowmancy abilities swirled around him like ethereal tendrils, ready to strike at his command.
His eyes scanned the camp, searching for his target, the treacherous Drake. He was the only one who could have any information about Selena’s whereabouts. If not, he could always torture him and force him to contact the rest of his buddies and deal with them.
As he traversed through the chaos, Shinon dispatched any bandits foolish enough to cross his path. With each swing of his sword, he displayed a masterful blend of skill and raw power.
His movents were a symphony of deadly elegance, every strike landing with deadly accuracy. Shadows danced and twisted, enveloping his foes before they could react, leaving only silence and fallen bodies behind.
Unlike his last visit, Shinon was no longer bound by the system’s ridiculous request not to kill the bandits. Shinon was in no mood to follow such a ridiculous request, even if it had.
Since his last visit, the security around the bandit camp had increased significantly as more than fifty bandits were guarding the area. Unfortunately for them, the more enemies Shinon faced, the stronger he beca, thanks to [Shadow Mimic] skill.
Shinon’s eyes glead with rage as he cut through the bandits who dared to stand in his way. His sword danced with deadly grace, striking true with every swing. Shadows swirled around him, his shadowmancy abilities enhancing his movents, granting him an edge over his adversaries.
But that wasn’t enough. No matter how hard Shinon tried, he couldn’t find Drake.
"Where is that bastard hiding!?"
Shinon’s heart pounded in his chest, fueled by adrenaline and rage. He fought relentlessly; his mind focused solely on the mission at hand. Just then, he heard a familiar voice... and the owner of the voice was his target all along.
Shinon’s piercing gaze locked onto Drake. The lieutenant stood near the centre of the camp; his eyes widened with surprise and fear as he witnessed the devastation wrought by Shinon’s wrath. Without hesitation, Shinon lunged towards his prey, his blade gleaming in the firelight.
The bandits, caught off guard by Shinon’s relentless assault, scrambled to defend their camp and their lieutenant, Drake.
Fear and panic gripped them as they saw their comrades fall before Shinon’s blade, their bodies littered on the ground like discarded puppets. But Shinon showed no rcy, his eyes locked onto his target.
In the anti, Drake smiled as he brandished his weapon, a crude axe that matched his brutal deanour.
"So, you’ve co to challenge , little shadow boy," Drake taunted, his voice dripping with arrogance. "You’ll regret crossing paths with again!"
"It would seem I went too lenient on you the last ti we t." Shinon sighed. "Note to self: Kill your enemies the first chance you get."
"Stop blabbering and co at !"
"Don’t be mistaken," Shinon whispered as he drew his blade. "I’m not here for you, but Widow."
Drake’s laughter bood through the camp. "You think you can lure Widow out? You’re a fool!"
He lunged forward, swinging his axe with brute force, aiming to cleave Shinon in two. The rest of the bandits, inspired by their leader, followed suit.
But Shinon’s reflexes were quick, his shadowy form lding into the darkness as he evaded the blow with a swift sidestep.
As the bandits watched in disbelief, Shinon unleashed his full power. Shadows converged around him, forming tendrils that snaked across the ground, entwining with his every movent.
With a swift motion, he struck, his blade cutting through the air like a phantom. The shadowy tendrils followed suit, ensnaring the bandits and binding them.
Drake’s eyes widened in shock as he found himself trapped within the shadowy grip. Panic filled his voice as he struggled against his invisible restraints.
"Again, with this cowardly move!?" Drake yelled at the top of his lungs.
"Haven’t you heard? Everything is fair in love and war," Shinon stared at their weak figures before smiling. "Now, be a good kid and help ."
"Never again!" Drake spoke through gritted teeth.
Shinon didn’t bother responding with words and snapped his fingers. As he did, the shadows around him turned into blades, decapitating what remained of the bandits in an instant.
"You... you can’t be real," Drake stamred, his voice quivering with disbelief. "This... this can’t be happening."
Drake’s face contorted with fear and disbelief as he struggled against his restraints, his wrists bound tightly by shadowy tendrils emanating from Shinon’s outstretched hand. His voice trembled as he glared at his captor.
Shinon’s eyes burned with an intensity that matched the raging fire surrounding them. He tightened his grip on his sword, the tallic blade gleaming in the flickering light.
Believe what you will," he replied, his voice laced with quiet resolve. "But your ti is running out, Drake."
"You won’t get away with this! The Widow will make you pay!"
Shinon’s expression remained stoic, his eyes filled with determination. "We’ll see about that, Drake. But first, you’re going to do sothing for ."
"And why would I help you, huh? You think I’m afraid of you?" Drake scoffed, attempting to maintain a façade of defiance.
"You should be," Shinon said, his voice laced with a hint of nace. "Because if you don’t do as I say, the consequences will be far worse than anything the Widow can inflict upon you."
Drake’s bravado faltered, a flicker of doubt crossing his eyes. He knew the reputation of the shadowmancer standing before him and witnessed firsthand the devastation Shinon had unleashed upon his comrades.
Yet he knew he couldn’t betray Widow again. He barely got away with his life for his last betrayal. If he did cross them again, the Widow would not let him die peacefully.
"Fine. Let’s do this the way you like."
"W-Where are you taking ? L-Let Go! LET GO!!!"
Drake’s screams filled the air as Shinon dragged him deeper into the forest. What followed was a sight that would even have the devil shudder with fear.
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