Supreme Hunter of Beautiful Souls

The trail remained narrow, swallowed by fog and the twisted roots of ancient trees. Liora led the way, her steps firm and measured, but there was a tension in the air that seemed to grow with every passing moment. Kael walked beside her, feeling the weight of the heavy silence that accompanied the group. Exelia remained alert, her eyes sharp as arrows, ready for any sign of danger.

The group of dark elves, with their dark armor and piercing gazes, maintained a tight formation around the three. The sound of their footsteps was muffled by the dense vegetation and the carpet of silvery leaves that covered the ground.

Suddenly, a sharp crack cut through the silence like a dagger. The sound came from the left side of the trail, near a tree with black bark and luminescent cracks. Before anyone could react, a dark elf walking discreetly in the rear fell abruptly, a thin poisoned dart stuck in his head. His body plummeted like a puppet cut from its strings.

A muffled scream escaped from Exelia, who drew her sword in a swift motion. Liora spun around at the same moment, her eyes searching the shadows, her senses on high alert.

"Betrayal," Liora murmured, her voice icy.

Kael, still stunned, raised his hand to contain the growing panic that threatened to take over.

That was when a group of high elves emerged from the shadows, gliding between the trees with grace and military precision. They wore light-colored robes adorned with ancient symbols, their faces cold and calculating, their light eyes shining with contempt and determination.

They surrounded the group with relentless speed, forming a semicircle that blocked any possibility of escape.

The leader of the high elves, a man with a stern gaze and silver hair, stepped forward, his voice clear and authoritative.

"Liora. I see you still dare to challenge the balance we try to preserve by joining the Dark Elves."

Liora did not respond immediately. Her eyes fixed on the man, cold as blades of ice.

"The balance you uphold is rotten," she said firmly. "And those who refuse to see the truth are the first to die."

Kael felt the tension rise, like a taut rope about to snap. He watched the leader of the high elves, who seemed too sure of himself, too confident in his position.

Exelia took a step forward, sword in hand, protecting Kael with her body.

"That's why I hate this kingdom... Elves only think about being worms," she said. "Your Majesty, give me the Order."

The leader of the high elves smiled, a cold and cruel smile.

"You are surrounded. There is no escape. Surrender, and this confrontation will end without further bloodshed." He spoke, pointing his arrows.

"What a joke... Don't you have anything more important to do?" Kael asked, his voice heavy with weariness and contempt.

Without waiting for an answer, the high elves made a silent gesture, and their bows rose in unison, launching a rain of arrows that cut through the air like sharp stars. The entire forest seemed to explode into motion—the group of dark elves reacted with lethal precision, dodging, blocking, and advancing with almost supernatural synchronicity.

Kael watched, exhausted, as the conflicts unfolded around him. The weight of the battle seemed to crush his shoulders, fatigue sucking away his strength and patience.

Until finally, after what seemed like an eternity, a vibrant message broke through the fog of exhaustion:

[Exterminate all Elves]

[Reward: Authority of the Forest]

Kael closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the energy pulsing beneath his skin.

"Ahri... Umbra..." he called softly.

The two ethereal presences appeared at his side, invisible to all, their eyes glowing with an ancient fire.

"Yes, master," they replied in unison, their voices whispering like leaves in the wind.

"Prepare yourselves," Kael ordered, his voice now firm, laden with an authority that brooked no further negotiation.

He turned to the high elves, his gaze sharp and impatient.

"I'm tired of this shit," Kael said coldly, cutting through the heavy air of the forest, his determination reverberating among the trees.

The leader of the high elves let out a dry, mocking laugh, his eyes shining with cruel arrogance.

"You think you're so great, mortal? Thinking you can take us on? You renegades and traitors are nothing but mere obstacles to be crushed."

Kael looked away to Exelia, his expression hard but with a touch of care. "I'll take care of this, okay?" he asked, his voice firm.

Exelia merely nodded, her eyes wide, aware of what was about to happen.

They were surrounded by more than fifteen high elves, archers and warriors moving confidently, ready to attack.

But Kael had already made up his mind: there would be no negotiation.

He raised his hands slowly, the air around him becoming heavy, charged with an ancient energy as sharp as broken glass.

Without further warning, he cast a basic spell, simple—but brutal.

A jet of black fire exploded from his fist, striking the first high elf in line. The man screamed, his charred skin beginning to crackle as flesh and bone melted in a horrific cascade, his eyes wide with despair.

Without pausing, Kael swung his hands to the side, summoning a wave of sharp wind blades that cut through three soldiers at once, tearing their skin as if it were fragile curtains, scattering blood and guts across the vegetation.

He showed no mercy.

With a quick movement, he pointed his fingers at another group, and a gust of corrupted earth rose from the ground, grabbing the elves by the ankles, crushing bones and deforming limbs with a grotesque sound of cracks and snaps.

One of the high elves tried to attack, but before the blade touched Kael, his arm was swallowed by a liquid shadow that coiled around it, squeezing until the flesh fell apart and the fingers dropped to the ground like dry twigs.

The screams and chaos were deafening.

Kael moved like a storm of destruction, each simple gesture turning into grotesque and relentless carnage.

Eyes pierced by conjured ice needles, skulls cracked by bursts of compressed air, limbs torn off by the relentless force of basic magic that he manipulated with cruel precision.

In the end, the bodies of the high elves were scattered, mutilated, some still trembling in their last breaths, others killed instantly and horribly.

Kael breathed heavily, energy vibrating in his fists, his gaze cold and relentless.

Nothing remained but the oppressive silence of the forest, broken only by the distant sound of falling leaves.

He turned to Liora, Exelia, and the dark elves.

"It's over," he said, as if the slaughter were just another detail.

Liora swallowed hard, her pale face reflecting the shock of what she had just witnessed. All around, silence resumed its place of chaos, dense and heavy, almost suffocating. The strong smell of burning and blood permeated the air, while the shadows of the forest seemed to close in, as if nature itself were breathing apprehensively.

Exelia slowly lowered her sword, her eyes still alert, as if waiting for more enemies to emerge from the mist. Her body trembled slightly, not only from exhaustion, but from the weight of Kael's brutality, his fury manifested in an almost supernatural way.

Kael stood motionless for a moment, his fists clenched, breathing heavily. Then he raised his eyes, staring at each of the dark elves around him, his brothers in blood and destiny.

"They asked for it," Kael muttered, his voice hoarse, heavy with bitterness and exhaustion. "I won't tolerate this shit anymore. I'm tired of trying to negotiate with those who only want to see me dead."

Liora took a step forward, her expression tense, her eyes searching for something beyond the misty horizon. "And now? What will we do? This slaughter will only further inflame the fury of the high elves. When they find out what happened here, they will spare no effort to destroy us. They will come with everything they've got."

Kael turned his gaze to the trail ahead, where the fog thickened, almost suffocating, as if the forest itself were trying to contain what was to come. He took a deep breath, his voice laden with brutal determination.

"I did not come here to fight... I came in peace, wanting only to talk. But since everyone insists on attacking me, I will do one simple thing: kill everyone who crosses my path. Without pity. Without mercy."

Exelia stared at Kael, her dark eyes shining in the shadows. "This decision... there is no turning back. You know what that means, don't you?"

Kael nodded slowly, without looking away from the fog. "If you want war, you will have war. There will be no more room for hesitation or doubt. Either I destroy you, or I will be destroyed."

Liora took a deep breath, feeling the weight of that sentence fall on everyone. Then she raised her voice, firm, cutting through the tense silence that hung like a thick fog over the group.

"Kael, wait. Not all of them deserve death. If there are those among them willing to surrender, we must spare their lives. We cannot lose everything to this cycle of bloodshed."

Kael looked at her, his eyes still burning with the fire of battle, breathing heavily. For a moment, his fury seemed to recede, giving way to a flash of reason.

"Very well," he replied, his voice heavy but with a hint of consideration. "But first, let's finish off the head of this serpent."

He pointed to the leader of the high elves, whose body was still shaking, bloodied but still breathing with difficulty, his eyes fixed on Kael with deadly contempt.

Without hesitation, Kael concentrated energy in his palm and, in one swift motion, launched a sphere of compressed air that struck the leader's chest with brutal force. The impact crushed his ribs, and the man fell to the ground, his eyes slowly closing, fading away forever.

"This is just the beginning," Kael declared, staring at the remaining high elves, their faces a mixture of fear and restrained fury.