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"Now we have the night for usâŠ" Adam whispered, his voice almost devoured by the heavy, watchful silence of the Forbidden Forest. With one last glance behind him at the dimly lit grounds of Hogwarts, he took a slow, deliberate step forward, then another, and the dense, ancient forest swallowed him whole.
The deeper he ventured, the more oppressive the darkness became. The weak moonlight filtered only in pale, fractured fragments through the dense, interlocking canopy of towering, ancient trees. Their massive, gnarled trunks twisted upward like grotesque statues frozen in agony, their branches stretching like skeletal arms, clawing desperately at the slivers of sky. A chill, whispering wind snaked through the thick undergrowth, rustling the giant ferns and making the shadows between the trees dance like living, malevolent things.
For thirty long, tense minutes, Adam walked, his senses stretched to their limit. Every step echoed faintly against the profound hush of the night, his boots crunching softly against the damp earth and layers of decaying fallen leaves. The silence wasn't peacefulâit was suffocating, heavy, expectant, like the forest itself was a great beast holding its breath. Once in a while, from the corner of his eye, he would catch faint, fleeting glimmers of yellow eyes blinking in the distance, only for them to vanish the moment he focused on them. Strange, guttural growls reverberated from deeper in the woods, low and threatening, carried by the wind like ancient warnings.
His sharp gaze cataloged everything: twisted roots breaking out of the soil like blackened veins, patches of fungi glowing with a faint, eerie blue luminescence on rotting tree bark, and thorned vines that seemed to twitch with a life of their own when lightly brushed. The thick, primal smell of damp moss, wet earth, and decaying leaves clung to his clothes and filled his senses. The further he went, the more the immense, ancient weight of the forest pressed down on himâuntil the silence finally, violently broke.
At first, it was faint. A long, drawn-out howl, distant, echoing from deep within the heart of the darkness.
Then another,closer this time, answering the first. And another.
The howls multiplied, overlapping, weaving together into a terrifying chorus, growing steadily, undeniably closer. The hairs on Adam's arms prickled as the forest came alive with the bone-chilling, unified chorus of werewolves on the hunt.
The sound grew louder, shaking the very air, until the ground itself seemed to vibrate under the force of their feral, rising voices. Adam stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes narrowing to slits as a large shadow moved fluidly between the thick trees. Then another. And another. Dozens of pairs of glowing, hungry eyes emerged from the absolute dark, surrounding him. One by one, hulking, monstrous shapes stepped out from the treeline, forming a wide, tightening circle around him, cutting off any escape.
Fifty werewolves.
Each was massiveâeasily twice the height of a man, with matted, coarse fur glistening with moisture in the scant moonlight, claws elongated into daggers, powerful jaws hanging open and dripping with thick saliva. Their eyes burned with pure, undiluted hunger, feral and merciless, their low, continuous snarls vibrating through the ground like drums of war.
But among them⊠there was one.
He was larger than the rest, a giant among monsters, towering even above his kin, his muscles bulging and rippling beneath a coat of dark, steel-gray fur. His fangs were longer, sharper, gleaming wet with fresh blood from a recent kill. His eyes glowed a sickly, burning hellish red that seemed to pierce straight through the shadows themselves. His presence was physically suffocating, utterly primal, radiating an aura of pure dominance and insatiable bloodlust. He was not just a predatorâhe was a walking nightmare given form.
Adam⊠smirked.
Instead of the cold grip of fear, a wave of calm, fierce confidence wrapped around him like an invisible mantle. This wasn't impending doomâit was a golden opportunity.
"IGRIS!! ACHERON!!"
The shadows at his feet pulsed violently, rippling outward like black fire spreading across the forest floor. From the center of this darkness, two figures rose, kneeling before him in perfect, instantaneous obedience.
Igrisâtowering and formidable, armored in plates that seemed forged from crimson-edged darkness and wreathed in silent flames, his burning eyes gleaming with relentless, absolute loyalty.
Acheronâcloaked in a shifting,midnight mist, a blade of pure, solidified shadow strapped across his broad back, his entire aura radiating a cold more profound than death itself.
The very forest seemed to shake with the sudden, oppressive weight of their combined presence.
Adam's voice cut through the tense night air with the sharp, unmistakable tone of a command.
"Each of you take twenty-five. Show me your strength⊠don't make me upset."
Both shadows bowed their heads in perfect, unison understanding.
Adam's smirk widened into a fierce grin as he glanced at the giant alpha.
"Leave the big one to me. Now⊠let's start."
The moment the words left his mouth, controlled chaos erupted.
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Igris moved first, a blinding crimson blur. His greatsword ignited with searing, supernatural flame, cutting a burning, horizontal arc through the darkness as it cleaved into the first charging werewolf. The beast howled in agony, its flesh seared and blackening as the unnatural fire consumed it from within. Without a moment's pause, Igris swung again, each movement brutally precise yet devastatingly powerful, carving through his assigned enemies like a vengeful warlord unleashed upon a battlefield of hell. His aura blazed brighter with each kill, crimson light flooding the dark forest, illuminating the raw terror now shining in the werewolves' feral eyes.
Acheron, in stark contrast, was silence and stealth incarnate. He vanished into a wisp of black smoke and reappeared directly behind a lunging werewolf, his shadow-blade piercing its spine with a soft, sickening crunch before it could even react. He melted back into the darkness again, only to strike from another unexpected angle, his movements a deadly danceâcutting throats, severing limbs, and dragging shrieking foes into the cold, final abyss of his shadows. His fighting style was not wild or passionateâit was cold, surgical, brutally efficient, the killing art of a master executioner.
The werewolves were undeniably powerfulâtearing whole trees out of the ground with a single swipe of their claws, moving with terrifying, predatory speed, and striking with raw, unrestrained savagery. But Igris and Acheron matched them blow for blow, their shadow-forged power and unwavering loyalty making them an unstoppable force.
Adam stood perfectly still amidst the carnage, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes sharp and analytical as he observed every movement, every exchange. Every clash of claw against dark metal, every pained howl that was cut short, every momentary weakness exposed. His mind cataloged it all with cold precision: Igris's immense raw power but occasional reckless openings, Acheron's deadly precision but lack of wide-area control. His smirk never faded as soft, chime-like system notifications echoed in his mind, one after another.
[Your shadows have slain a Werewolf â +120 EXP]
[Your shadows have slain a Werewolf â +140 EXP]
[Level Up!]
Adam exhaled slowly, a wave of satisfaction washing over him as he felt his own power incrementally grow. > "Good⊠stronger with every kill."
But then the air shifted dramatically.
The massive alpha had moved, ignoring the lesser battles, its hellish red eyes locked solely on him.
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The colossal beast lunged with shocking speed, its charge shaking the earth beneath its powerful limbs. Its claws swept through the air like twin guillotines aimed at his head. Adam barely managed to leap backward, the deadly claws slicing deep furrows into the ground where he'd just been standing.
"The hell?!" Adam hissed, his eyes narrowing with focused intensity.
The beast roared, a sound of pure rage, saliva spraying from its gaping jaws as it charged again, relentless and brutal. Adam dodged sideways, but not quite fast enough this timeâa razor-sharp claw grazed his arm, tearing through his sleeve and leaving a burning, stinging wound that welled with blood.
"...You'll pay for this, damn creature." His voice dropped into a low, dangerous growl.
This time, Adam didn't retreat. He struck back. He swung his fist, now cloaked in a visible aura of raw mana, smashing it squarely into the werewolf's lower ribs. The beast howled in surprised pain, staggering back a step. The next blow was harder, fueled by anger. And the next, harder still, each strike of Adam's empowered fists carrying more weight, more explosive force, as though the system itself was amplifying his rising fury.
The alpha snarled, shaking off the blows, and lunged once more, its massive jaws opening wide enough to bite him in half. Adam's eyes narrowed to slits, his body coiling. He opened his handâ
And a dagger simply appeared in his grip, as if summoned from the void itself.
The blade was long and cruel, gleaming with a sinister black glow, as though forged from the absolute deepest shadows themselves.
With perfect, lethal timing, Adam thrust the dagger upward with all his strength, straight into the soft underside of the werewolf's jaw, angling it up into its brain. The enchanted blade sliced through flesh, bone, and sinew with a sickening, wet crunch.
Blood erupted in a hot, crimson wave, spraying across Adam's face and chest. The werewolf choked, a gurgling, dying sound, stumbled on its feet, and then collapsed forward, its massive body hitting the ground with a impact that shook the surrounding trees, lying still in a rapidly expanding pool of its own blood.
Adam stood there, chest heaving, blood dripping in thick lines down his face, his grip on the dagger unyieldingly tight.
Thenâ
[You have slain the Werewolf!]
[Level Up! Current Level: 15]
[Rewards Unlocked:]
Reward List:
+20 Strength
+15 Agility
+15 Intelligence
+100 Shadow Energy
Shadow Dagger (Bloodfang) â bound weapon
Shadow Storage expanded
Title: Hunter of the Night
[ Confirm Rewards ]
Adam chuckled darkly, wiping the hot blood from his cheek with the back of his sleeve.
"I don't know how this appeared without me askingâŠ" he muttered, eyeing the deadly, beautiful dagger now bonded to him, > "but I appreciate it."
His gaze then swept over the entire battlefield. Dozens of werewolf corpses littered the forest floor, the scene one of utter carnage. The air reeked thickly of blood, smoke, and voided bowels. His shadows stood tall amidst the slaughter, their powerful auras still burning brightly, awaiting his next command.
Adam raised his bloodied hand, his voice cutting through the post-battle silence like a divine, unquestionable command.
"ARISE."
The shadows of the fallen beasts twisted, warped, and peeled off their physical corpses like black smoke. One by one, the dead wolves began to rise, their eyes now glowing with the same eerie, submissive darkness that marked all of his soldiers.
And the forest itself seemed to tremble at the new power that now walked within it.
[ End of Chapter. ]
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