The Holy crussed

In the moments you think the danger has passed, the enemy appears from where you least expect."

As darkness began to descend upon the forest, the ancient trees stretched out, casting shadows that created an eerie atmosphere. Ilaan and Larius walked quietly between the trees, their eyes scanning the surroundings. The silence was oppressive, only broken by the occasional sound of their footsteps.

Suddenly, Larius stopped and looked down at the ground. There were traces of blood leading in a certain direction. "Ilaan, look here!" he called, crouching by the spot. The blood was scattered across the ground in a distinct pattern.

Ilaan approached, squinting at the shape formed by the blood. It was unmistakable. The mark was clearly the symbol of the "Fangs of the Night" gang, their signature emblem.

"This... it's their mark," Ilaan murmured. "I didn't think they would come back to this area."

Larius scanned the surroundings, his eyes narrowing. "This is bigger than we thought. This isn't just an ordinary crime."

Suddenly, they heard a faint noise from the darkness, footsteps that were barely audible but definitely approaching. "We need to leave now!" Ilaan whispered urgently, signaling to Larius. But there was no time to escape. The enemies were too close.

The quiet of the forest was shattered by rapid movements. Blades flashed through the air, and the dark figures of the "Fangs of the Night" gang emerged, attacking with vicious intent.

Ilaan quickly drew his sword, and Larius followed suit, rushing into the fray. The sounds of battle filled the air as the gang members unleashed their fury, but they weren't just ordinary criminals. They were well-trained and relentless.

As the battle raged on, they noticed something unusual in the distance. The scout team had stopped and gathered around an elderly man who looked disheveled and worn. He was muttering words that didn't make sense. "They've destroyed everything... everything..." He collapsed, unconscious on the ground.

The scout team quickly surrounded the old man, trying to help him, but he was in bad shape. After a few moments of quiet, one of them noticed smoke rising in the distance.

"Over there!" one of the scouts shouted. "Smoke, we have to move!"

The team rushed toward the source of the smoke. When they arrived, they discovered a village engulfed in flames, with buildings burning to the ground.

"We have to put out the fire!" shouted Larius. "Help, quickly!"

The scout team spread out, doing their best to extinguish the flames. Meanwhile, Ilaan kept his eyes on the horizon, watching for any signs of movement from the gang members, still haunted by the blood mark they had seen earlier.

But the fire wasn't their only concern. Suddenly, two large men appeared from the shadows, their presence formidable. They weren't just ordinary thugs—they were dangerous.

One wielded a massive sword, while the other raised his hands, summoning a violent wind. The wind pushed the scout team back, while the sword strikes came fast and furious. The second man summoned the earth itself, lifting clumps of dirt and hurling them toward their enemies.

The situation was dire, but Ilaan and Larius were quick on their feet. They couldn't afford to retreat. They had to fight.

"These guys are no joke!" Ilaan shouted as he dodged a gust of wind. "We need a strategy!"

"I'll take one of them, you handle the other!" Larius responded, as he closed in on one of the attackers.

The battle was fierce. With every strike, the ground shook beneath their feet. The enemies were relentless, but Ilaan and Larius managed to use their agility and combat skills to counter their moves. Finally, after an intense struggle, Larius struck a powerful blow to one of the attackers, while Ilaan used his swift movements to incapacitate the other.

With the enemies defeated, the scout team gathered around, visibly impressed by their skill. "How did you get here?" one of them asked. "But it looks like you've helped us when we needed it most."

Meanwhile, far off in the distance, a figure watched the scene through a pair of binoculars. It was one of the "Fangs of the Night" members, and he wasn't about to let this slip by unnoticed. As soon as he confirmed that the fire had been extinguished and the attackers had been defeated, he turned and fled back into the darkness, heading to report to his leader.

As the scout team rested from the battle, Ilaan and Larius sat against a tree, catching their breath. "That was more than we expected, but we pulled through," Ilaan said with a slight smile.

"Yeah, but this is just the beginning. We know there's more to come," Larius replied, staring into the distance. "We need to be ready."

They closed their eyes for a moment, taking in the brief moment of calm, knowing that while the fight was over for now, the challenges ahead were just beginning.

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In the Mercenary Camp:

Meanwhile, in a distant camp where mercenaries gathered around their tents beneath a starlit sky, the leader of the group sat in his large tent. His eyes were sharp, focused on the map before him. The tension in the air was palpable, and everything seemed to suggest that things were about to take a turn.

"Maybe they won't survive... it seems that gang wants to make their return known," the leader of Arman said, exhaling deeply, fully aware of the threat at hand.

He then looked to his second-in-command. "I leave this to you, Andreas."Andreus replied: What problems, Armaan? Then after that

Andreas nodded calmly. He moved toward the horse waiting nearby, mounted it with ease, and looked off into the distance, preparing for what was next.

"They won't stop now... we must be prepared," Andreas muttered to himself before spurring his horse forward, riding off into the night, headed for whatever lay ahead.

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This chapter is now complete! Let me know if you'd like any revisions or further additions.

As darkness began to descend upon the forest, the ancient trees stretched out, casting shadows that created an eerie atmosphere. Ilaan and Larius walked quietly between the trees, their eyes scanning the surroundings. The silence was oppressive, only broken by the occasional sound of their footsteps.

Suddenly, Larius stopped and looked down at the ground. There were traces of blood leading in a certain direction. "Ilaan, look here!" he called, crouching by the spot. The blood was scattered across the ground in a distinct pattern.

Ilaan approached, squinting at the shape formed by the blood. It was unmistakable. The mark was clearly the symbol of the "Fangs of the Night" gang, their signature emblem.

"This... it's their mark," Ilaan murmured. "I didn't think they would come back to this area."

Larius scanned the surroundings, his eyes narrowing. "This is bigger than we thought. This isn't just an ordinary crime."

.

, they noticed something unusual in the distance. The scout team had stopped and gathered around an elderly man who looked disheveled and worn. He was muttering words that didn't make sense. "They've destroyed everything... everything..." He collapsed, unconscious on the ground.

The scout team quickly surrounded the old man, trying to help him, but he was in bad shape. After a few moments of quiet, one of them noticed smoke rising in the distance.

"Over there!" one of the scouts shouted. "Smoke, we have to move!"

The team rushed toward the source of the smoke. When they arrived, they discovered a village engulfed in flames, with buildings burning to the ground.

"We have to put out the fire!" shouted Larius. "Help, quickly!"

The scout team spread out, doing their best to extinguish the flames. Meanwhile, Ilaan kept his eyes on the horizon, watching for any signs of movement from the gang members, still haunted by the blood mark they had seen earlier.

But the fire wasn't their only concern. Suddenly, two large men appeared from the shadows, their presence formidable. They weren't just ordinary thugs—they were dangerous.

One wielded a massive sword A team tried to surround him in order to be defeated , while the other raised his hands, summoning a violent wind. The wind pushed the scout team back, while the sword strikes came fast and furious. The second man summoned the earth itself, lifting clumps of dirt and hurling them toward their enemies.

The situation was dire, but With appearance and intervention Ilaan and Larius were quick on their feet. They couldn't afford to retreat. They had to fight.

"These guys are no joke!" Ilaan shouted as he dodged a gust of wind. "We need a strategy!"

"I'll take one of them, you handle the other!" Larius responded, as he closed in on one of the attackers.

The battle was fierce. With every strike, the ground shook beneath their feet. The enemies were relentless, but Ilaan and Larius managed to use their agility and combat skills to counter their moves. Finally, after an intense struggle, Larius struck a powerful blow to one of the attackers, while Ilaan used his swift movements to incapacitate the other.

With the enemies defeated, the scout team gathered around, visibly impressed by their skill. "How did you get here?" one of them asked. "But it looks like you've helped us when we needed it most."

Meanwhile, far off in the distance, a figure watched the scene through a pair of binoculars. It was one of the "Fangs of the Night" members, and he wasn't about to let this slip by unnoticed. As soon as he confirmed that the fire had been extinguished and the attackers had been defeated, he turned and fled back into the darkness, heading to report to his leader.

As the scout team rested from the battle, Ilaan and Larius sat against a tree, catching their breath. "That was more than we expected, but we pulled through," Ilaan said with a slight smile.

"Yeah, but this is just the beginning. We know there's more to come," Larius replied, staring into the distance. "We need to be ready."

They closed their eyes for a moment, taking in the brief moment of calm, knowing that while the fight was over for now, the challenges ahead were just beginning.

"How dangerous the path will be in this battle between the Firebow and the Fangs of Night

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