Under the broken dim moonlight and metalic lamp of the street, an elf stood among the bodies of six ogres that was slaughtered by her , each one with a spine cleanly split as she cut them with solid motion. Her movement on the dark was smooth, almost supernatural grace, only the blue flash flickered in the dark.
But what caught his eye wasn't her elegance—
—it was the cloak slipping from her shoulder.
In a blink, the thick black cloak fell, fluttering like a dying crow. Her body was revealed—pale as moonstone, sculpted and ethereal. Only a golden shaped panty and two delicate bands of silk crossed her chest, shimmering faintly with runic light. The faint glint of starlit patterns ran along her blue eyes, her pupils shaped like constellations lost in the sea of time.
For a heartbeat, Abraham forgot to breathe.
Her ears, long and sharp, twitched in embarrassment as she gasped, fumbling to grab the fallen cloak. "Ah—!"
She snatched it up, hastily wrapping herself again. But the image was burned into his mind—her slender collarbone, the faint scar carved into her right shoulder, the subtle tremor of shame in her hands.
A trace of blush appeared on Abraham's face—not from lust, but curiosity.
A warrior that fast, that strong... bearing scars of torture?
'An elf strong enough to decimate six ogres in one step, yet... violated by someone?' The thought slithered through his mind like venom.
Then, from beneath the cloak, a soft and trembling voice emerged.
"Forget what you saw... please. You didn't see anything. And you shouldn't be walking here at night."
Abraham grinned faintly, a shadow cutting across his lips.
"Which part should I forget—the ogre killing... or the part after?"
Her whole body flinched even though hidden, the air around her trembling in embarrassment. Abraham could nearly feel her warmth, flustreted face and the quick beat of her heart under the cloak.
After few moments passed in silence, she raised her hood slightly, so that reveal her face. A striking beautiful slender face under the dim moonlight reflection. Golden hair cutted in short with stylish design that the hair is glwoing in dark, and her blue eyes shone with a sapphire-like intensity. Her long ears which is characteristics of an elf.
She lowered her head slightly, still embressed for the cloak fall scene, "My name is Yelina, you can call me yan if you want"
Abraham slid his handsin pockets of his sand clored overcoat, his voice steady but tense. "Man thanks to you, I'm still breathing."
Then he walk passed her.
Before he could move back and go near the street, she moved with light speed in a flash she appear in front of him like teleportation magic. Her tone was desperate.
"Wait. I... I need your help."
Abraham raised an eyebrow. "Help?"
"Yes," she said, clutching her cloak tightly. "My little sister is sick. The healer said... she needs human blood."
"Human blood?" Abraham's tone sharpened. "What kind of illness needs blood unless it's a fatal wound?"
"She—she was bitten. By a dog."
Abraham blinked. "Bitten by a dog? And that leads to blood transfusion? You're terrible at lying."
Yelina pouted slightly, her voice turning pleading, almost childish. "Please. It's just a little blood. I won't find any humans at this hour... everyone's hiding after the attacks. Please, I'm begging you."
He exhaled deeply, studying her face for deceit. But the tremor in her voice, the way she avoided his gaze—it wasn't something he could easily read.
Finally, he gave a small nod. "Fine. Lead the way."
Her face lit up with brief relief before she turned, her golden hair swaying as she walked ahead. Abraham followed silently, his right hand casually flipping those three cards between his fingers—an like before, a symbol of control.
Eerie silver moon slipped behind those dark clouds. Shadows lengthened as they move deep inside the abounded street, with ruins turning into tight, winding alleys. On the street an alley the slince was heavy, the slince rhythm broken by her soft footsteps and his card shuffle sof sound
Yelina stole glances few time at his shuffling hand, interested in how his cards spun across his knuckles. Each time she look towards his movement, he changed the shuffle rhthm faster with quick spin, like he was putting on a show. She slightly smiled.
After hour of walking yelina finally stopped in fron of a broken gate that seemed to made of scrap metal. Yelina grabbed it tighly, pulling it open to show a dark tunnel, like a drain, going below. She jumped with no hestation.
Abraham followed.
He landed on solid ground a few seconds later, boots echoing against damp stone. What spread before him made his grin widen.
An underworld city.
Tunnels lit by pale golden lamps, taverns built into rock, air thick with smoke and music. Hundreds of figures moved about—ogres, dwarves, beastmen, elves—laughing, drinking, fighting. A living abyss where sin thrived freely.
Abraham muttered under his breath, "So her sister lives here? That's new."
Yelina's voice was different now—colder, controlled. "Follow me."
They walked through the chaos. Conversations died as they passed; dozens of eyes turned toward Abraham, a lone human among monsters. This all races monster stare at him like they're in deep hunger of human flesh and some of others watched with deep ego, while others showed contempt. He lowered his hat down to hide his face as much as possible, yet his aura remained sharp as humanoid like before.
After few more walk, abraham ended up in a quiet area. Which is rare to him after seein all this commotion. Golden lanterns hung from carved bone pillars, and the noise dropped to a low murmur. Abraham could smell incense and blood— a rich, intoxicating mix.
"This seems to me like those boss den" he said softly.
Ahead of them a big customized room, full of silence exact opposite of other side of the party. Two mucular ogre guarding the door of this room. Both of ogre releasing tremondous mana to consume the invader confidence. Win before the battle begins. They flexed, letting their aura bleed into the air—a warning to the unworthy.
Yelina approached and whispered something to them. Abraham's attention drifted—his gaze taking in the lights, the mirrors, the distant sound of a drumbeat that made his pulse quicken.
Abraham gripping those cards shot them in air.
In thin air system popped up.
[Beast Taming progression paused.]
Moments later, Yelina returned, her expression strained.
"You look... different since we came down here," she said nervously.
Abraham smirked. "Is the healer ready? I assume the bloodletting is about to begin?"
"Y-Yes... come inside."
The door opened. The air inside was thick, gold and crimson. In center of VIP room a big rounding table covered with differents kind of liqour that Abraham failed to recognize. And on the opposite or the lead site of the table a bull seated, a large, bull-headed orc figure sitting on the main chair. His eyes shone with what seemed like evil intent. Two elven women were on each of his arms. Their laughter sounded empty and fake.
Behind that orc or bull, a large mirror displayed a coliseum arena like "Tournament of survival" arena, and looking closely abrham saw someone actully fighting on the arena right now. The mirror look so alive, as if it was a window and the battle arena is behind this room, coming back to sense he look back at the bull again.
The healer saw Abraham and laughed. The laughing sound was like exactly a bull would laugh if it's has the chances. "So, this is the donor?"
Then Yelina's voice shattered the silence—loud, trembling, desperate yet obedient.
"Master! I sacrifice this human... please, release my sister!"
Abraham froze.
'What the actual fuck, what just she said there, i'm the sacrifice what??, what the fuck'
He's mouth curled upto in a mischavoius smile,Even though he get hunted, yet he's happy he got hunted by a beautifull elf
"So... that's how you donate blood for family, huh?"