Far from the serene clearing where Mary, Mel, and Gore Magala were forming their bond, chaos unfolded elsewhere in the shadows of the forest.
A dark figure emerged, clad in ominous, black armor that seemed to shimmer like the scales of a dragon, reflecting the faint light of the moon. This was Arkhas wielding a massive sword that glinted menacingly as he moved.
The remaining mercenaries, scattered and fearful after witnessing their comrades' demise, had regrouped, intent on encircling the village to take revenge. But they had no idea that a greater threat loomed closer-one that they could not comprehend.
As they gathered, whispering among themselves, Arkhas descended upon them with an eerie silence, his armor glinting like a dark star. The mercenaries turned, eyes widening in terror as they saw the armored knight approaching, his presence suffused with an overwhelming aura of power.
Without hesitation, Arkhas swung his great sword, a deadly arc that sliced through the air. The blade met its mark, and the first mercenary fell, blood spraying in a cruel mist as he crumpled to the ground. The others watched in horror as Arkhas continued his relentless assault, each swing of his sword a death knell for those who dared to stand against him.
"W-What is that thing?" one mercenary stammered, panic rising in his voice as he tried to rally his comrades.
"Fall back! We can't fight that!" another shouted, but it was too late. Arkhas was upon them, his movements fluid and precise, like a predator hunting its prey.
With each swing of his sword, he cut through the mercenaries with brutal efficiency, their screams echoing through the forest as they realized their fate was sealed. Arkhas was a harbinger of death, a dark force unleashed by Gore Magala to ensure that no threat remained standing.
"Flee! We must warn the others!" someone cried, turning to escape, but Arkhas was faster. He charged forward, his sword arcing through the air once more, silencing the man's desperate plea as he fell to the ground.
The remaining mercenaries scattered, terror-stricken and desperate to escape the wrath of the knight. But Arkhas was relentless. With every strike, he eradicated any who dared to oppose him, his dark armor gleaming with the blood of the fallen.
"Cowards digging your own grave," Arkhas intoned, his voice a low, rumbling echo that seemed to resonate with the forest itself.
"You will pay the price for your transgressions." Arkhas continued to slaughter his enemy protecting the village from the mercenary who tried to harm the place while close by were Olga who regained her magic and Chloe who received the dual sword from Arkhas as they moved through the battlefield killing the rest of the mercenary. They wore a cloak and mask to hide their identity.
Arkhas pressed forward, his sword slicing through the air as he continued to decimate the mercenaries threatening the village. Each swing was precise, a deadly dance of steel and skill, sending the enemy sprawling to the ground in defeat.
Nearby, Olga, now fully restored in her magical prowess, summoned arcs of crackling energy that danced around her fingertips, ready to be unleashed. Chloe, wielding the dual swords gifted to her by Arkhas, moved with grace and lethal intent, her blades a blur as they struck down any foe that crossed her path.
The battlefield was chaos, filled with the clash of weapons and the cries of the wounded. Arkhas roared, his battle cry echoing through the melee as he charged into the fray. He spun low to evade a mercenary's wild swing, his blade finding the man's throat in a fluid motion.
As the mercenary crumpled, he spotted Olga casting a spell, her eyes glowing with determination. A wave of energy surged from her hands, engulfing a group of mercenaries in a blinding flash that sent them flying backward, their bodies hitting the ground like discarded puppets.
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Waifu Hunter
Fanfiction[ Summary: Dying is one thing but getting a chance for another life is something else. "We want you to capture waifus and breed them, the more significant they are in the story, the better the reward." "Sweet! Will I get a wish or a cheat?" "No, it...
