(Unknown area)
In the dimly lit cave, surrounded by stones and rubble, a man clad in a tracksuit and sporting spectacles somberly observed the lifeless form of Oliver sprawled before him.
Abruptly, a 13-year-old boy, hooded and carrying a bag, entered the scene, catching the attention of the man with spectacles.
"Kotri's dead, and a few members too," the boy stated nonchalantly, displaying little interest in the grim news.
"Wow, who the hell would do that? Okay, now I get it," the man muttered. "That little rat," he sighed, "contact the boss."
"Why should I?" said the boy defiantly.
"Fine, I'll contact for now. Check the area in case of any leaked information," the boy responded, a sense of urgency in his voice.
"Yep, and remember, be quiet. With Oliver dead, we don't want those nobles to think we're useless," the man emphasized, his tone serious.
The boy pondered, "Okay, but who's the one who killed Kotri? I don't think he's just some average guy."
The man nodded, "I don't know, but I have seen him somewhere. Right now, tell the boss that I will take care of this situation."
The man nodded, "I don't know, but I have seen him somewhere. Right now, tell the boss that I will take care of this situation."
(Issac Pov Ever Forest)
Issac found himself in the dense forest, suddenly ambushed by a group of skeletons wielding swords. The eerie atmosphere heightened as the skeletal figures closed in, their bony fingers clutching weapons.
Issac swiftly unsheathed his katana, its gleaming blade catching the moonlight. As the skeletons advanced, he danced between them with calculated grace, his every move a testament to his well-honed skills.
Anticipating their attacks, Issac parried with precision, exploiting the brittle nature of their skeletal forms. He cleverly led them into the narrow passages between trees, using the environment to his advantage.
With a swift spin, Issac disarmed one of the skeletons, repurposing its sword as a makeshift projectile. He skillfully aimed, sending it slicing through the ribcage of another adversary. The clash of steel echoed through the forest as Issac orchestrated a deadly symphony, each movement calculated for maximum impact.
Issac's cunning tactics became evident as he lured the remaining skeletons into a clearing. There, he manipulated their movements, causing them to collide with each other in a chaotic frenzy. Seizing the opportunity, he delivered precise strikes, shattering bones and reducing his adversaries to piles of disarrayed remains.
As Issac sprinted through the moonlit woods, the map clutched tightly in his hand, Aurora trailed gracefully behind him. The silver glow of her spirit illuminated the path, casting an ethereal radiance on the dense foliage.
Navigating the intricate trails of the forest, Issac meticulously followed the markings on the map. His every step was a dance with the shadows, propelled by the urgency of his quest. The nocturnal symphony of rustling leaves and distant animal calls accompanied his journey, blending with the rhythmic beat of his racing heart.
Aurora's spectral form flickered and shimmered, creating an otherworldly aura that both guided and protected Issac. Her presence, though silent, spoke volumes in the quietude of the night.
As they advanced deeper into the forest, the moon's glow played tricks with the shadows, turning the trees into looming sentinels that watched over the clandestine movements below. Issac, undeterred, pressed forward, determined to unravel the mysteries concealed within the heart of the enchanted woods.
Issac halted abruptly, senses heightened, as a flicker of movement caught his attention. The forest seemed still, but the crackling of distant flames reached his ears. Swiftly and silently, he evaded the oncoming fire, his frustration escaping in a muttered curse. Issac found a Dragon.
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The dragon, adorned in fiery red scales with intense, glowing eyes, loomed before Issac. Its immense wings stirred the air, exuding an aura of fury. Issac, undeterred, faced the formidable creature with a determined gaze, hand on his katana, ready for the impending clash. The forest became a battleground between the mythical and the mortal, and Issac braced himself for a duel with the fiery beast.
Issac, maintaining a focused gaze, coordinated with the fox spirit to launch a simultaneous attack on their fiery opponent. The duo aimed to confront the dragon with synchronized precision, combining their skills in a strategic effort to overcome the formidable creature.
The dragon's tail swung menacingly, but Issac, quick on his feet, skillfully dodged the impending strike. The metallic clank echoed through the air as the tail missed its target, giving Issac a momentary advantage in the ongoing battle.
The dragon unleashed a torrent of blue flames toward Issac, but the fox spirit swiftly intervened, emitting a blinding light that momentarily disoriented the dragon. The flames scattered, creating a brief opening for Issac to exploit.
Issac, aiming for the dragon's eye, was caught off guard as its tail swept in and struck his stomach. The impact sent Issac crashing into a thick tree, the resounding thud echoing through the forest.
Injured and frustrated, Issac attempted to launch another attack, but the pain was overwhelming, making it difficult for him to move. He cursed himself for his perceived weakness in that moment of vulnerability.
With determination, Issac mustered his remaining strength and moved towards the approaching dragon, refusing to accept his fate just yet.
With a sudden burst of icy brilliance, a lethal shard whizzed through the air and found its mark on the dragon's head, extinguishing its fiery rage in an instant.
"Issac was stunned to find himself alive."
Issac turned and saw a woman with long white hair and a stunning figure, wearing a black coat and jeans.
The woman said, "Hey, are you okay?"
Isaac was about to nod, but he fell down, and Aurora Flare emerged before he fainted.
(Issac Dreaming)
Isaac felt like he was in hell, experiencing an overwhelming and unbearable pain all over his body.
He observed a man with black hair, adorned with a dragon tattoo and a distinctive bull mark.
The man was casually smoking amidst the chaos of the shattered glass and lifeless bodies scattered around the club.
With the night enveloping the scene, a guy with blonde hair approached and spoke, "Boss.
The man with the dragon tattoo turned and casually remarked, "Ha, damn it. I think I should get some more drinks and cigarettes."
The blonde said, "Boss, the car is waiting for you. Please return to our base."
"Ah, okay," said the man, but suddenly, another man appeared. He was well-built with dark skin and veins popping out. "Fuck you! I will take my revenge."
"Okay," said the man with the tattoo. "Brend, give me the sword. Looks like this piece of shit needs some beating."
The man started rushing toward the tattooed man with great speed, but the tattooed man swiftly swung his sword, so fast that the man couldn't see. In an instant, the arm got cut off, and the tattooed man shouted, "Fucker!" He kicked the man's leg, grabbed his hair, and delivered a headbutt.
"Ahh!" shouted the man, but with a sudden slash, the tattooed man swung his sword vertically and beheaded the man. Blood spurted from his headless neck.
(Issac Pov)
Issac woke up in a room with white walls and unfamiliar medical tools surrounding him. Beads of sweat poured down his body as he tried to make sense of his surroundings.
Issac, in a confused voice, asked, "Where am I?"
"You're in a medical facility. You had quite the encounter with that dragon," the nurse explained, adjusting some equipment.
Issac, still groggy, nodded and tried to recall the recent events. "What happened after the dragon attack?" he inquired.
Oh, just to clarify, "You were saved by a professor from the Azeroth Academy."
She just left, carrying your body.
Ok, Issac felt a headache and remembered. He asked, "Where is my spirit.
oh, and by the way, I have never seen a spirit with seven tails." The nurse replied, "He or she is in the spirit section, where there are many spirits."
The nurse politely informed Issac, "You can go now; you've been completely healed with some antidote and elixir." Issac left the room and approached a doctor, inquiring about the way to the spirit room. The doctor directed him, saying, "Go straight and left; you'll find name tags and posters for various spirits." Grateful, Issac thanked him and proceeded on his way.
(The spirit room resembled a serene landscape with trees, a pond, and various types of grass, adorned with majestic statues.)
Issac, determined to continue his journey, navigated through a crowd gathered at a doorway. He finally found the spirit room, only to be surprised by the multitude of different spirits present—deer with three tails, basilisks, goblin-like creatures, tamed gush, and even dragons. Issac approached a trainer to inquire about the spirits, but before a reply could be given, Aurora Flare rushed to him, showing affection. Issac reciprocated with gratitude, bowing, and then proceeded on his way.
With that, Issac booked a taxi from the center and headed home. Now, he thought to himself, "I need to study about this world, spirits, and geography."
"About demons and vampires, monsters, and devil contractors," Issac murmured to himself. The taxi driver asked, "Are you okay?" Issac replied with a smile, "Yes, I am fine."