Important Information
Dark is the only one among them who uses magic, which is wind magic, and everyone knows this. Dark is considered a weak magic user, while the soldiers use planning and raw power.
After the genie said this, the skulls and corpses of the soldiers began to burn spontaneously out of nowhere,
and their screams rose while they were dead,
and they said, "If you dare, you will die," and while saying this, they laughed at the same time with an evil laugh.
Dark remembered these were the same words the soldiers had said
after throwing them while they were burning, that they were suffering the same situation now.
Dark stood in his place stunned, his eyes wide to their limits as if they could not believe what they saw.
His body began to tremble involuntarily, and his cold hands relaxed at his sides,
while his breath became irregularly rapid, as if trying to comprehend the chaos and madness surrounding him.
Sweat poured down his forehead heavily, as if the heat of the flames that consumed the soldiers was burning him too.
His legs, despite their strength in previous battles, felt like they could no longer carry his weight,
and he found himself slowly falling onto his knees.
His lips moved unconsciously whispering unintelligible words, as if pleading with himself to stop collapsing.
Suddenly, he raised his head to the sky, and screamed a loud cry mixed with pain, anger, and despair.
While this was happening to him, the genie said:
"You are not the first nor the last to experience this. Many of you have been in the same situation many times before,
where the plan to divide you into groups to avoid fighting failed, and we came to you and trapped you,
but some succeeded. But at the same time, a few returned alive but not mentally healthy, physically and mentally unfit."
"Now attack!!!"
Creatures rushed quickly toward Dark, and Dark grabbed his sister quickly.
At the same moment he lifted his sister, creatures were very close to him at a distance less than half a centimeter (0.5 cm),
which made Dark use wind magic for the first time, only to push himself forcefully away from them.
He started running fast, taking advantage of the brief moments before they realized he had escaped, and they began to chase him.
Dark was running, carrying his sister in his arms in a bridal carry.
While Dark ran at full speed, carrying his sister in a bridal carry,
his breath was choppy and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.
He looked around at the dark forest surrounding him, and the sounds of creatures approaching him gradually.
Dark (with a trembling, low voice):
"This... this is madness! How did I end up like this? I... I'm the only one who uses magic, and I'm not even good at it!
Everyone said I'm weak... maybe they were right. I will return empty-handed, without any achievement... I'll just be a disgrace."
He clenched his teeth tightly, feeling shame squeezing his heart.
He looked at his sister, unconscious in his arms, her blood staining her clothes, increasing his feeling of helplessness.
Dark (screaming hysterically to himself):
"How? How did my life become just a race to run? I don't even deserve to come back!"
Dark (in a voice full of bitterness):
"No... not just running away. This... this is failure. Everyone will glance at me once and understand everything.
They will understand that I am just a burden. Soldier? Mage? No, I am nothing! What's the point of my return?"
He looked at his sister in his arms, then back to the front, his thoughts boiling inside him.
Dark (with a more self-hating tone):
"I'm the only one who uses magic among them, yet I can't even master it.
Nothing but weak winds I use to run away. I will return to the village, receiving pity and contempt.
I will return empty-handed... while everyone talks about their sacrifices and courage."
His grip on his unconscious sister tightened, and tears sparkled in his eyes, but he stopped them from falling.
Dark (shouting inside himself):
"I hate myself! I hate this weakness! I hate being the one who will be remembered only as a disgrace!
If only I were stronger..."
Suddenly he arrives at the village and sees what is considered the worst thing his eyes have seen:
Light arrows piercing the unbreakable protective dome.
Dark stood in place, his eyes fixed on the horrific scene in the village.
The unbreakable dome was being pierced by light arrows and collapsing fearfully.
His heart tightened, and tears filled his eyes as he worried about his sister, Fatoum.
"Fatoum..." he whispered to himself, growing crazily anxious.
He miscalculated the situation, and it was time to face the truth.
Then he moved quickly, blocked by a mix of panic and frustration.
"Fatoum..." his voice trembled, tears falling on his cheeks as he rushed toward the village, his body tense awaiting the worst.
"I will protect her, I will protect everyone..." Fatoum Fatoum
He was repeating her name to himself, disturbed and scared, feeling like madness was consuming him.
Each step he took toward the village made him think of "Fatoum" more and more, as if trying to save a lost part of his soul.
Fatoum Fatoum Fatoum Fatoum Fatoum Fatoum Fatoum Fatoum,!!!!!!! he repeated her name crazily and hysterically.
Then he reached the village, all burned and full of creatures.
At the gate, suddenly appeared a dragon, breaking the walls of the gate and started chasing Dark.
After a few seconds, it hit Dark with its tail, throwing him toward buildings.
He hit the roofs strongly, then rose quickly to hundreds of meters in the sky.
From above, he saw a terrifying scene of his village burning with great flames.
Then suddenly the same genie he saw before appeared in the sky.
He clenched his fists together and raised his arms to strike his head from top to bottom,
causing Dark to fall rapidly toward the ground.
Suddenly, a dragon resembling a crawling winged dinosaur came rushing at him at supersonic speed,
using its sharp wing edges to cut him in half.
Dark blocked part of the wing but his sword broke into two.
But he survived because the speed of his fall made him fall just barely without his head being cut in half.
Dark continued falling, every second increasing his feeling of helplessness.
"I have to run, I can't stand against them... I must get away, run!"
He talked to himself in a trembling voice, as if repeating these words to believe them.
"I blocked that attack... but... it was useless! I don't have enough strength..."
He remembered how he wished only to be able to defend his village, but it seemed all he did was in vain.
"How can I be this weak? How could I allow this to happen? I don't want to be dragged after them, to become just another corpse!"
Tears streamed from his eyes, his sadness overwhelmed him completely, feeling like he failed everyone who depended on him.
"I can't fight... I am not able to face this beast... I'm just... just a coward!"
These words came from deep within him, full of resentment and depression, as if drowning him more in the sea of despair.
Suddenly a dragon's tail hit him and threw him to the ground, changing his speed slightly.
He collided with the ground and bounced like a ball on impact.
His blood started flowing and he screamed and whimpered hysterically.
He stood again quickly with difficulty and fled with his sister Rose, whom he was carrying.
I said:
"I just want to find another sister to save before she dies."
The screams of the villagers were heard everywhere,
which increased Dark's feeling of tightness.
All this while dodging attacks from all creatures, dragons, demons, and ghouls, all attacking him.
He tried to evade all of them, but sometimes he couldn't avoid some hits that wounded him.
Suddenly from the sky, with the same genie , fell toward Dark.
Dark turned to him and the genie's punch grazed Dark's cheek (due to a miscalculation in aim),
and Dark fell on his back from fear.
When the punch hit the ground, it caused a hole beneath them.
The genie stood in front of Dark, his body trembling, hugging his sister tightly,
his eyes full of fear and tears.
He said:
"Listen, what do you think if we play a game?
If you win, you will survive."
Dark's lips trembled and he stammered:
"What game?"
Genie:
"If you defeat one of our dragons, we will let you live."
The genie quickly returned to the edge of the hole, and a huge black dragon entered the hole.
It was a surprise to Dark that this dragon had the same head as one of the three-headed dragon that killed his mother ten years ago.
Dark:
"Is it the same one or did it change?"
Then creatures dropped sword for dark and shouted at him to start fighting, as if they only wanted to see a human fight dragons,
as if he were a bull and the dragon was the matador, just a show for entertainment.
At that moment, Dark's sword turned into a symbol of cruelty;
creatures shouted and threw it in front of him, forcing him to fight as if he was just a toy in their hands.
He felt trapped in a cage of humiliation; their shouts dripped ferocity, filling the air with shame and helplessness.
Tears fell from his eyes, as if facing his cruel fate with no hope.
He was forced to fight not only to stay alive, but to be just a show to satisfy others' bloody desires.
He felt distress and humiliation at this indifferent and brutal view of fighting, which increased the pressure on him.