Years of delving into forbidden arts led him to that moment, in pursuit of the elusive secret to eternal life. Then, he believed he had finally unearthed the solution—a malevolent and sinister ritual that demanded the forfeiture of an innocent life. His hands quivered as he clutched the ceremonial blade, its gleaming edge ominously reflecting the faint illumination.
The infant, swathed in a gentle wrap, lay serenely upon the altar, oblivious to the impending doom. The weight of his decision pressed heavily upon Isaac, yet he was consumed by his yearning for everlasting existence, willing to pay any cost. The infant, swathed in a gentle wrap, lay serenely upon the altar, oblivious to the impending doom. The weight of his decision pressed heavily upon Isaac, yet he was consumed by his yearning for everlasting existence, willing to pay any cost.
If only…if only he could find a woman with whom he could share the glory, the immortality that would be given to him if only he could possess a daughter. Even if it was a son—he'd gladly bear his child for eternity. He wouldn't even hesitate to sacrifice himself for the glory of humanity. But no matter what sacrifices he made, it would never be enough. Isaac took a deep breath. As much as he despised the task, there was no other choice. He drew the sacrificial blade, preparing himself for its fatal blow.
As he lifted the knife, memories of his troubled past flooded his mind. He grew up in poverty, with his family struggling to make ends meet. He witnessed the suffering and decay of mortal life, which fueled his obsession with immortality. The idea of breaking free from the cycle of birth, aging, and death consumed him, blinding him to the consequences of his actions. But as the blade hovered over the innocent child, the seven dark forces began to attack him. Their presence was tangible, a malevolent energy that filled the air with suffocating darkness.
The first force, a shadowy figure with piercing red eyes, lunged at the attacker, slashing its claws through the air.
The second force, a swirling vortex of black smoke, engulfed the assailant, choking him with its ethereal tendrils.
The third force, a monstrous creature with gnarled horns and razor-sharp fangs, charged at the assailant, its thunderous roar shaking the ground beneath them.
The fourth force, a ghostly apparition with a mournful wail, materialized beside the child, shielding him from harm.
The fifth force, a swarm of malevolent spirits, swirled around the attacker, their eerie whispers echoing in his ears, driving him to madness.
The sixth force, a surge of dark energy, rushed forward, striking the assailant with such force that it sent him sprawling to the ground.
Emerging from the shadows, the seventh force appeared as a towering figure cloaked in darkness. Its eyes glowed with an otherworldly light as it raised its hand, summoning a powerful blast of energy that disarmed the attacker, causing the blade to clatter to the ground. It stepped back, allowing Isaac to rise unsteadily to his feet. It drew a strange object out of thin air, something small and metallic. The being held it outstretched, aiming it toward Isaac, who backed up slightly in terror. He reached for his knife, which lay discarded upon the ground, but the figure stopped him with a wave of its hand. A shimmering shield enveloped him and the figure, forming an impenetrable barrier that blocked his path to flee.
As the relentless assault of the seven dark forces continued, Isaac found himself overwhelmed, his strength diminishing with each passing moment. Desperation etched across his face, he realized that he had underestimated the power of those dark entities. The seven dark forces entered through his nose and inflicted damage to his brain, causing black veins to rapidly spread throughout his body. His once vibrant and energetic spirit began to fade. Fear gripped his heart as he comprehend the severity of his situation. The damage to his brain left him defenseless, unable to fight back against the invading force that slowly consumed him from within. He could never have imagined that the seven dark forces he had sacrificed for were now about to take his life.
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The black veins continued to multiply, snaking their way through his veins like sinister tendrils. Each passing moment brought him closer to the brink of death, and the fear that initially gripped him now intensified, morphing into a paralyzing terror. Unable to communicate his anguish, his mind became a battleground of despair and desperation. He longed for someone to save him from that nightmarish fate, but the reality of his situation weighed heavily upon him. Death seemed inevitable, and the thought of succumbing to its cold embrace filled him with a bone-chilling dread.
As his body weakened, his senses distorted, and he began to experience vivid hallucinations. Shadows danced menacingly around him, whispering haunting words of impending doom. The once familiar surroundings of his room transformed into a macabre labyrinth, where every corner held a new terror waiting to pounce.
In the depths of his despair, his mind became a battleground between life and death. The fear that consumed him now intertwined with a glimmer of hope, a desperate plea for survival. However, as the dark forces tightened their grip, his hope diminished, and the inevitability of his fate became more apparent. He lacked the power to protect himself.
With a final, desperate cry, the seven dark forces retreated, fleeing from the room, leaving the innocent child unharmed. Their purpose fulfilled, the dark forces dissipated into the night, their presence fading away like a haunting memory. The child remained alone in that house.
[Character Status]
[System Level: 7/12]
[Power Level: 850,000/100,000]
[Beast Type: Unknown]
[Name: Isaac Whitaker]
[Age: 48]
[Clan: Outcast]
[Race: Kaelith]
[Blood Type: Verdant]
[Blood Color: Green]
[Resurrection Options]
[Reset System]
[Confirm reset?[
[This will revert all state points and skills to the beginning.]
[Yes or No]
[Revive Character]
[Cost: 5,000 EXP]
[Cooldown: 24 hours]
[Choose one]:
[Confirm Revive]
[No, do not revive]
[Beast Status: Unknown]
[Assign new beast]
[Background: Mysterious member]
[Tragic Fate: Defeated by the Seven Dark Forces, yearned for immortality]
[Abilities and Skills]:
[Shadow Cloak: Temporary invisibility (Cooldown: 12 seconds)]
[Abyssal Grasp: Dark tendrils to ensnare enemies (Cooldown: 15 seconds)]
[Veil of Whispers: Increased evasion through enemy insight (Cooldown: 10 seconds)]
[System Notifications]
[Warning: Resetting your system will erase all progress.]
[Alert: Whispers of power linger, quest for immortality continues.]
[The System Repeats again]:
[Resetting your system will erase all progress].
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[Resetting your system will erase all progress].
Orion arrived for the baby, riding his Kun Peng, which emitted a sound in the air and soared high toward Isaac's house. Its wings flapped gracefully, creating a gentle breeze that rustled the leaves of the surrounding trees.
He landed his Kun Peng gracefully in front of Isaac's house, making the ground shake a little. After swiftly dismounting, he hurried inside. Orion saw the child lying alone at home with a lifeless body. His heart sank as he grasped the gravity of the situation. The scene that met his eyes was heart-wrenching. The baby lay in a crib, unaware of the tragedy that happened around him. Orion cautiously approached Isaac's lifeless body, who had been brutally murdered, his vacant eyes staring into emptiness.
With a heavy heart, Orion tenderly lifted the baby, cradling him in his arms. The child stirred, sensing the presence of a stranger. He whispered comforting words, attempting to bring solace to the little one amidst the turmoil. While holding the baby, Orion noticed a reddish-orange light emanating from the infant's tiny fist, as if someone had placed a burning stone in his hand. Hastily, he opened the baby's fist and removed the scorching stone, which had left a mark on the child's hand.