Several disappearances and unexplained events have been registered shorty after the commercialization of an ancient statue linked to some legends from a mysterious place called "Reich der Finsternis" in eastern Germany, there is no know route leadin...
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The man in black
Liz watched in horror as her friend was being strangled. Unsure if there was anything she could do, she leaped to his aid.
"LET HIM GO!" Liz shouted, desperation clear in her voice.
The man released his grip on Bernard's neck, letting him fall to the ground. Bernard gasped for air, his vision clearing as he shed a few tears of relief. The man slowly turned his gaze toward Liz and began to approach her with deliberate, heavy steps.
The agent recoiled in fear, acutely aware of the daunting disadvantage she faced. Before making any move against her, the man addressed her in a harsh, guttural voice, his expression a mask of unbridled hatred.
"Who do you think you are, speaking to me like that? You've got guts," the man in black said, pointing at her. Liz struggled to maintain her composure under his intimidating stare.
"He's my partner—and my best friend," Liz responded, her breathing ragged.
She was unable to think clearly enough to respond in a way that wouldn't provoke the man, knowing the consequences could be deadly. The man glanced disdainfully at Bernard and questioned the situation.
"You call that thing your friend and companion?" The man in black shifted from a murderous glare to a serious expression. "I wouldn't even use it to feed my pigs."
Liz's anger erupted at his words.
"You motherfucker..."
On an uncontrolled impulse, the man stomped hard on Liz's chest, causing her to crash to the floor with a sharp pain that made her cry out in anguish. The impact left her breathless, her chest burning as if set aflame, and her heart pounding furiously. Realizing too late that her insult had been a grave mistake, Liz sat up, clutching her still aching abdomen.
"I've had enough of you two. Listen up," the man growled, his voice rough and inhuman. "It's clear you didn't come to our village as tourists, so explain clearly who you are and what the hell brought you here. And you better give me a good reason not to kill you."
"We don't have anything that would interest you," Liz said, avoiding the man's gaze. He looked less than pleased.
"But I think you do," the man said. "What other reason could a couple of Americans have for visiting this place? I think you're hiding something." He pulled out a necklace with a five-pointed star, the stone made from some extravagant material reminiscent of alchemical objects. "Americans only come here to plunder. We've made it clear what the powers and scope of our blood are."
The term "our blood" piqued Liz's curiosity. She thought it might refer to a form of blood that united these people, likely tied to some obscure alchemical practices.
The situation took a turn for the worse when Bernard's radio transmitter began to vibrate and emit sounds, catching the attention of both the hunters and the man in black. One of the hunters approached Bernard and roughly checked him, discovering the device and showing it to the others. To Liz's surprise, the man in black grabbed the radio to listen more closely.
