Dark's Pre Crisis

Hidden Quest: Conquer All Guilds.

Dark moved through the dense forest, the shadows growing longer as the sun dipped below the horizon. His mind was set on his next objective: to grow stronger and confront the rising threats in this new world. As he emerged from the trees, a sprawling city came into view, its towering buildings silhouetted against the evening sky.

Dark: (thinking) Time to see what's changed in the world.

As he approached the city gates, a notification flashed before his eyes:

Hidden Quest Activated: Conquer All Guilds
Objective: 0/150

Dark: (thinking) Conquer all guilds? This system never ceases to surprise me.

Intrigued, Dark accepted the hidden quest. The system seemed to have a deeper plan for him, pushing him towards even greater challenges. He entered the city, his presence barely noticed by the bustling crowd. His destination was clear: the headquarters of the Dark Guild, rumored to be the most powerful and malevolent guild in the realm.

The streets grew quieter as he ventured deeper into the city's underbelly. The air was thick with tension, and the buildings became more decrepit. Finally, he stood before a massive, imposing structure, its walls adorned with dark runes and symbols.

Dark: (thinking) This must be the place.

He pushed open the heavy doors and stepped inside. The interior was dimly lit, with shadows dancing across the walls. Dark figures moved in the periphery, watching him with predatory eyes. At the far end of the hall, a throne made of dark stone sat upon a raised platform. A figure cloaked in shadows lounged on the throne, their eyes glowing with malevolent intent.

Dark: (thinking) Time to confront them.

As he walked towards the throne, the figures in the shadows stepped forward, revealing themselves to be high-ranking members of the Dark Guild. Each one exuded an aura of power and danger.

Guild Leader: Who dares enter our domain?

Dark: I'm here to put an end to your tyranny.

Guild Leader: (laughing) Bold words for someone who walks into the lion's den alone. You must be Dark, the one who's been causing quite a stir.

Dark: (thinking) They know about me already. Good.

Without warning, the guild members attacked. Dark moved with blinding speed, his greatsword a blur as he deflected their strikes and countered with lethal precision. The clash of steel rang out through the hall, each impact sending sparks flying. The guild members were skilled, their attacks coordinated and powerful, but Dark's enhanced speed and strength gave him an edge.

He dodged a series of slashes from one attacker, spinning around to deliver a powerful kick that sent the guild member crashing into a wall. Another leaped at him from behind, but Dark anticipated the move, raising his sword to block the incoming strike before countering with a swift, upward slash. Blood sprayed from the wound as the guild member fell, clutching their chest.

Dark: (thinking) They're strong, but not strong enough.

The battle raged on, each guild member trying to outdo the last. Dark's movements were a blur, his strikes precise and deadly. He parried a thrust from one attacker, disarming them with a quick twist of his wrist before plunging his sword into their abdomen. Another guild member tried to cast a spell, but Dark's reflexes were too quick. He closed the distance in an instant, slashing through the caster's arm and ending the spell before it could be completed.

Guild Member: He's too fast!

Guild Member 2: We can't stop him!

Dark's eyes glinted with cold determination as he cut through the ranks of the guild members. Each strike was a calculated move, each kill a step closer to the guild leader. The floor was slick with blood, the air thick with the scent of iron and the echoes of dying breaths.