In the journey to Regalcrest peaceful morning of Arin was became very familiar to a person in one day he was attached to her as a child to their parents but all that came to an end because of group of wild bulls.

But that was not the case it was because of these peoples With weapons drawn and faces twisted with greed and malice, the bandits descended upon the campsite like a pack of ravenous wolves, they were about 25 overwhelming the family who had already endured so much. Arin and them , still reeling from the devastation of the earthquake and the loss of their fallen comrade, were caught off guard by the sudden onslaught, their defenses weakened by exhaustion and grief.

But despite the odds stacked against them, Arin refused to back down, his spirit unbroken and his resolve unwavering in the face of adversity. With a fierce battle cry, he rallied his companions to arms, urging them to stand firm against the tide of violence and aggression that threatened to engulf them all.

The bandit leader emerged from the chaos, his presence commanding attention amidst the fray. Clad in tattered garments of black leather, adorned with intricate silver studs and patches of faded embroidery, he cut a menacing figure against the backdrop of the tumultuous battlefield.

His clothes, though worn and weather-beaten, bore the unmistakable mark of a man who reveled in his role as a purveyor of chaos and violence. A long, flowing cloak billowed behind him as he strode forward with confidence, the hood pulled low over his eyes to conceal his features in shadow.

But it was the mark upon his chest that drew the eye most of all—a jagged scar in the shape of a twisted serpent, etched into his flesh with cruel precision. The mark glowed with an eerie crimson light, pulsing with malevolent energy as if imbued with dark magic of some kind.

As the bandit leader surveyed the scene before him with a predatory gleam in his eyes, his lips curled into a cruel smile, revealing a row of yellowed teeth sharpened to points. With a voice like gravel, he issued a chilling command to his followers, his words dripping with venom and malice.

"Attack!" he snarled, his voice carrying over the din of battle like a death knell. "Show no mercy to these fools who dare to defy us! Take what you want, and leave nothing but blood and ashes in your wake!"

After watching toward his group eyes filled with lust he looked at family and said

"Also take that child mother she kind of look hot I assume how will she will be in my bed after that all you can also have your chances."

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With a savage cry, the bandits surged forward, their weapons raised high as they descended upon Arin and travelers with ruthless efficiency. But even as they fought tooth and nail to defend themselves against the onslaught, Arin knew that the true battle had only just begun—a battle for survival against the darkest impulses of humanity, and the relentless pursuit of power and greed that threatened to consume them all.

His eyes gleamed with a cruel intelligence as he surveyed the scene before him, taking in the struggle unfolding between his men and the beleaguered travelers.

With a disdainful sneer, he raised his voice above the clamor of battle, commanding the attention of his followers with a tone that brooked no disobedience.

"Enough!" he bellowed, his voice cutting through the tumult like a whip crack. "Cease this pointless skirmish at once!"

At himself joined the fray moving toward the family but even before they keep a single step forward a three arrow came flying to straight toward the head of three bandits in which two them get impaled by the arrow passed through their head and remained in their head for sometime but it next moment it burst opening there skull now what remined was two body standing without their head surrounding them was a blood rain .

Everyone watch this immediately get their back of head hair standing two bandits standing behind peed in their clothes.All gazes fall on the cloak figure who suddenly appeared 50 m apart them wearing cloak it was the same person Arin saw and was quite mysterious.

All the bandits took two step back and hold their weapons in front of them as holding their shield blocking any attack that came in their direction all of them raised there guard.

Seeing this bandit leader muttered in very low voice

' now this is trouble' and called someone

"Ren go deal with that one ."

He was the vice leader of the bandits emerged from the ranks, his presence commanding attention despite standing in the shadow of the bandit leader. While not as imposing in stature, his sharp features and calculating gaze spoke of a cunning intellect and ruthless determination.

He was clad in rugged leather armor, adorned with various trinkets and trophies collected from their ill-gotten gains. A scar marred his left cheek, a testament to the countless battles he had fought and survived. His eyes, dark and piercing, surveyed the scene with a mixture of cold calculation and predatory hunger.

He was the third person who dodged the arrow to impale the head of bandits and so he was frustrated and wanted to kill the wench who fired arrow at him.He unleash his sword and move forward .

Unlike the bandit leader, who exuded raw power and authority, the vice leader favored a more subtle approach, relying on cunning and guile to achieve his goals. His voice was smooth and persuasive, capable of luring unsuspecting victims into his web of deceit with honeyed words and false promises.

He instantly came in front of the cloak of figure unleash a puch with his right hand unleashing a vertical slash from upward.The cloak figure eyes shine and pull himself back from the barrage of attack .

All Bandits started to chear for their vice leader none of them was focusing on the weather or remaining survivors.

weather added to the chaos unfolding around them. The once bright and sunny sky darkened ominously, as thick clouds rolled in from the horizon, casting a shadow over the battlefield and shrouding the combatants in a veil of gloom.

The air grew heavy and oppressive.The temperature dropped, sending shivers down the spines of those engaged in combat, their breath misting in the cool air as they fought tooth and nail against their foes.

Thunder rumbled ominously in the distance, its deep, rumbling echoes serving as a grim backdrop to the sounds of clashing steel and desperate cries. Lightning flickered on the horizon, illuminating the battlefield with jagged streaks of light as if nature itself was bearing witness to the violence and turmoil below.

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