REALISTIC ISEKAI: I didn't read this in my novels!

Two minutes before Clark's rampage:

"I can't believe I forgot my storage ring in that repulsive place," Lyari muttered, her expression unpleasant.

The low whispers of the citizens as she passed through the lush roads filtered through her ears.

"Isn't that Princess Lyari? One of the High Order members?" A male elf whispered with an expression filled with awe.

"Who do you think you are to mention her name without kowtowing fifty times? I wish you'll die." Another male responded with a harsh voice, but his expression was equally infatuated.

'Foolish citizens. They think I enjoy being in the midst of those arrogant fools?' Lyria's expression was unreadable as she entered into a spatial formation located just below a high tower.

The formation sparkled with red and blue colors, lined in a circular position around a complex rune-inscribed formation.

Her body warped into the room, and the sight that she met managed to give even her a massive shock.

"Where is the human?!" She exclaimed, her expression a mix of apprehension and anger.

Caeleth wordlessly stepped into the room out of nowhere, his head bowed. "It would seem he's escaped."

*Pah*

The side of Caeleth's cheek turned bright red, but his expression remained unchanged.

"You think I don't see that?! You were supposed to be in charge of him while we were gone!"

Lyari huffed angrily and walked past him with brisk steps.

As she reached the entrance to the room, her head turned towards the still bowing Caeleth. "You better pray there are no casualties, or you'll be the one to lose his head."

Caeleth didn't change his position and merely waited for her to leave.

A small brushing sound traveled to his ears alongside a slightly anxious mutter.

"Not even fully healed yet and you're already causing me this much trouble." Caeleth mumbled as he rubbed his cheek with an empty expression.

Lyari followed the trail of blood and footsteps as fast as she could.

'Where could that stupid human have gone? If he manages to enter the civilian domain, there's no telling what havoc he'll cause. The elders will hold me responsible, and it'll affect my chances of participating in the tournament. Damn you, Andor, always wanting to be the hero.'

Lyari's expression twisted as she followed the faint scent of life that emanated from Clark.

'Found him!' Lyari screamed internally.

Her speed doubled as she predicted his direction. 'I knew he'd be out for revenge, but isn't this too pathetic?'

A silver blade materialized in her delicate hands, a green hue surrounding it as she got close.

'He's too deep in his bloodlust to notice me, so now's the perfect time to—!'

Before her blade could make contact, a strong grip held its edge and flung her with an intensity unlike his size.

'Need to call for backup! This guy can't be dealt with alone, especially not with the immense amount of life energy coursing through his veins.'

"I warned Andor keeping you alive was a bad idea; now you've given me a reason to kill you," she spoke, her heart beating wildly despite the confident words.

Clark's body vanished and reappeared behind her. "I can't die. Remember?"

'He's fa—'

Before she could even complete her thoughts, a kick to her temple nearly blacked her out, her body smashed into a nearby tree, and the ruckus alerted the cheerful elves.

"What's happening over there?!" An elf shouted.

"I should be asking you; you're closer!" A female asked, her voice riddled with anxiety.

"I—it's Princess Lyari! And she's in trouble!" A male elf shouted from afar.

Lyria stood up immediately, the panicked voices of the people heightening her alertness to the extreme.

'Tsk, they're disturbing me...and where is that human—'

Her eyes caught a shadowy figure descending violently and slowly on a worried civilian, and she immediately threw a spear made purely from her mana.

"Everyone leave the area!" She announced as she kicked Clark's target out of harm's way.

"You've caused me immeasurable pain, so it's only fair I return the favor, so get out of my way." Clark spoke slowly, his eyes a mix of blood red and hollow blue.

"Let's get out of here! We can't help Princess Lyari in any way!" An elf reinforced the idea, and they all dispersed.

Before Clark could start pursuit of his prey, a white dome obstructed his increasing speed.

"You're not going anywhere." Lyari's eyes burned in anger as she took a fighting stance.

Clark didn't respond and easily dodged the gleaming blade heading for his neck with a crazed expression.

Another kick to a part of her neck caused her head to bend at an unnatural angle before she spun wildly into another part of the dome.

Clark appeared next to her, grabbed her feet, and smashed her into the ground continually.

'What is with this power? I can't even get a punch in?' Lyari reflected, the mix of earth and rocks blurring her vision.

Her body was thrown like a rag doll to another tree, the broken branches covering her body.

"Enough!"

A heavy amount of life energy burst out of her body, Clark's body was thrown backwards due to the impact, the surrounding trees—at least what was left of them were completely decimated down to their stomps and even the dome groaned under the intense pressure.

"To think I'd be beaten in such a brute manner, I was right about you snobby humans and—"

A knee planted in her gut before she could finish, a fist connected with her face, causing a trail of blood to follow as she flew in an arc mid air.

Her eyes shone an intense green hue as she flew, her body spun, her blade forming a green arc in the air.

Clark's arm aiming for her face was sliced off cleanly, part of the blood spilling on her face as she descended.

Clark dropped on the floor expressionlessly, his eyes not even casting a fleeting glance at his decapitated arm.

Lyari didn't give him any breathing space and launched different long ranged attacks as she got closer.

Clark's body moved agilely, streaks of green and white light flying through the air and colliding with the dome.

Her breaths came ragged, the pain in her ribs screaming with each inhale, but she couldn't stop now.

'He's not even human anymore… what in the world did he absorb? Surely that small fragment of the world tree couldn't have granted him this much strength.'

Clark's body was surrounded by a faint, pulsing aura—half crimson, half pale white—as though two opposing forces were fighting for control inside him. His eyes flickered between madness and something… broken.

He didn't dodge the next strike. He caught it.

The energy from Lyria's blade dispersed instantly, the green light shattering like glass as Clark's one remaining arm trembled, holding the weapon's edge.

"I told you… I can't die," Clark muttered again, his voice layered with two tones—one his own, the other darker, deeper, resonating like the whisper of an ancient beast.

Lyria's heart skipped.

'That's… impossible. That tone—it's the Life Fragment speaking through him! But absorbing the will of the life tree from just a root is unheard of!'

She spun backward, her hands weaving a sequence of runes faster than sight. The shattered earth responded, vines surging upward to restrain him, glowing faintly with elven inscriptions of purification.

But Clark only flexed. The vines disintegrated into ash.

The dome flickered, the ground going deeper with every strike.

"How does it feel, Princess?" Clark said, stepping forward slowly, his footsteps leaving faint craters. "To lose everything you believed was absolute."

"I haven't lost anything yet!" she shouted, her body glowing with pure green life force, forming a protective shell. The air hummed with her mana. "You're still in my domain!"

Clark smirked faintly—something cruel,

something wrong.

"Your domain?" His eyes glowed a sharp white. "Then watch as I unmake it."

The ground beneath them cracked open like glass under strain. Roots twisted, the trees screamed—a horrifying sound like wood splintering under lightning—and the dome shattered, shards of light scattering into the sky.

Lyari's body was thrown back again, slamming into the remnants of a broken fountain. Her mana flickered dangerously.

'He's not drawing from his own life energy anymore… he's feeding on mine!'

Before she could reestablish her stance, Clark appeared before her again—blood dripping from his missing arm, but the wound was closing. Slowly, painfully, but closing.

"You elves… always thought yourselves the guardians of life," Clark whispered, his tone calm now, almost mournful. "But life… isn't something you protect. It's something you consume."

His hand reached for her throat—

—and stopped inches away, trembling.

For a fleeting moment, his expression broke. His blue eye flickered weakly. His mouth opened but didn't say anything.

Lyria froze.

But it lasted only a heartbeat.

The red surged again, consuming the blue, and the beastly snarl returned. His hand closed around her neck and lifted her into the air.

'No! If I fall here, the whole sector will—'

A deafening crash interrupted her thoughts. A beam of pure golden light pierced through the treetops, striking Clark directly in the chest. The impact blasted him back several meters, sending him crashing through the remains of the dome barrier.

Lyria fell to her knees, gasping for air, eyes darting to the new arrival.

Through the settling dust, a tall figure in silver armor emerged, long white hair flowing behind him like molten moonlight.

"Step back, Lyria," the man said calmly, his spear still glowing with divine light.

"By order of the Elder Council, I am authorized to eliminate the anomaly."

Lyria's heart skipped again—this time not from fear, but from disbelief.

"Sylwen?! You—you're can't handle him!"

Sylwen didn't answer. His eyes were locked on the shadow rising from the crater, a twisted smile spreading on Clark's half-healed face.

"Finally," Clark rasped, spreading his arms wide as crimson tendrils rose from his back.

"The hero arrives."