Scene 1: The Dance of Ice and Chaos
The battlefield was engulfed in darkness and glowing eyes. The roar of beasts mixed with the sickening sound of crushing bones. Amidst this tide, Julian was panting heavily, his eyes darting frantically between the endless hordes. Cold sweat trickled down his forehead despite the freezing air. He shouted, his voice hoarse, swinging his sword to block a surprise attack:
"Commander! They are like locusts... the numbers are endless! What do we do?"
In contrast, the Ice Master stood like a statue carved from rock. His cloak fluttered in a strange calm that defied the battle's chaos. He didn't look at Julian; instead, his icy blue eyes scanned the horizon with surgical precision. Suddenly, his gaze locked onto specific points, and a look of resolve settled on his face.
He raised his right hand slowly, speaking in a voice that was quiet yet resonated like thunder:
"I found the source... Team, I need a human shield around me. Just for fifteen seconds."
The team shouted in unison, adrenaline fueling their veins: "Yes, sir!"
The soldiers formed a defensive ring. The Ice Master closed his eyes. The temperature plummeted, and a thick white mist radiated from his body, forming five ice clones identical to him. The clones shot out like arrows toward five hidden gates surrounding the village. With synchronized movements, they shattered the strange stones that pulsed with a crimson light.
The moment the stones shattered, the flow of monsters stopped. However, thousands still remained. The Ice Master opened his eyes, a deadly glint shining within them. He whispered: "Thin Ice."
The air around him turned into invisible blades. With speed the eye couldn't follow, the remaining monsters began to fall like dead leaves, their bodies sliced with terrifying precision.
Scene 2: Shadows and Treachery
Inside the Royal Tent, the candlelight flickered nervously. On the ground, the Leader of the Spear Tribe lay drowning in his own blood, his chest heaving with difficulty. Above him stood Morris, holding the baby coldly in his arms, watching the dying body with amusement.
Suddenly, Morris felt a prick in his chest. The magical barrier around the tent faded. He narrowed his eyes, a mocking smile playing on his lips as he stroked the baby's head:
"So, they destroyed the stones... faster than I expected. Not bad for a bunch of amateurs."
He looked down at the leader, adjusting his collar with arrogance: "Anyway, I got what I came for."
With a swift motion of his hand, the shadows swallowed him, and he vanished with the child.
Scene 3: The Grieving Mother
Outside, Julian and the Ice Master were inspecting the monster corpses. Julian kicked a carcass, wiping black blood from his blade:
"Sir, this energy... it's cursed. How did it get here?"
The Ice Master furrowed his brows in concern: "I don't know, but the stench of a foul conspiracy hangs in the air."
Their conversation was cut short by a soldier running breathlessly, his face pale as death: "Sir! The Chief... The Chief is fighting death, and the child... the child is gone!"
Everyone froze, then bolted toward the tent like a storm. The Chief was covered in bandages, healers whispering in despair around him. But what shattered the silence was a heart-wrenching scream.
The child's mother burst into the tent, her hair disheveled and eyes red from hysterical crying. She saw no one; she was searching madly in the corners:
"Where is he? Where is Kane? Where is my son?!"
Her husband tried to hold her, but she trembled in his arms like a wounded bird. The Ice Master approached, kneeling respectfully. He placed a cold hand on her shoulder, looking directly into her eyes:
"Madam... I promise you on my honor. The culprit will not escape, even if I have to freeze hell over to find him."
Scene 4: Evil in a Cup
In a dark, damp cellar, Morris sat on a rickety wooden chair. In one hand, he held a bottle of warm milk; in the other, a small vial containing a viscous purple liquid.
Slowly, with a wide, demonic grin revealing his teeth, he dropped the liquid into the milk. He watched the purple swirls dissolve into the white.
He brought the bottle to the baby's mouth, whispering in a soft, terrifying tone:
"Come on, little one... drink. It's delicious."
His pupils dilated with madness as he continued: "Ah, I can't wait to see the faces of those foolish heroes when my plan is complete... But what's even more exciting is seeing their faces when they see the monster you will become."
Scene 5: False Truth and Demonic Whispers
Four heavy days passed. In the Chief's tent, the Spear Leader finally woke up. Volac (his son) beamed with joy, grabbing his father's rough hand and kissing it:
"Father! Thank God... I thought I lost you."
The father tried to smile, but his eyes were eerily empty: "I am fine, son... but tell me, what happened to the tribe? And where is the girl?"
Volac fell silent, hanging his head in sorrow. The father understood. He tried to get up violently, but Volac and the others gently held him back.
Far away from them, Andre stood at the tent entrance watching. Meanwhile, a raspy, sarcastic voice echoed inside his head—the Demon living within him:
(You dead old man... are humans this gullible? Morris... you are truly a genius. It's true I am a demon, but you are the living embodiment of malice. I am looking forward to the upcoming show!)
Scene 6: Confrontation on the Mountain
As Andre combed the mountain area, he felt a cold shiver run down his spine. It was that aura... the aura of the person he swore to kill. Morris's aura.
Rage ignited in his chest. Memories of the past flashed like a painful movie reel: his sister Olette's death, Albert's body at the orphanage, and Dave's screams.
Andre ran, tracking the trail until he reached the mountain peak. There, he found a figure standing with his back turned. The figure turned around. It was a shock... It was the Tribe Leader.
Andre took a step back, confusion mixed with suspicion in his voice:
"Chief? It's good you're here... I detected the culprit's aura. I'm going after him."
The Leader didn't reply. A heavy, suspicious silence hung in the air, and Andre's instincts screamed danger. Finally, the Leader spoke in an emotionless voice: "So, you found the trail... I will inform everyone."
Andre turned to leave, but he heard the sound of cutting air. Thanks to his reflexes, he drew his sword and spun around to block a treacherous strike from the Leader's staff.
Sparks flew. Andre shouted, eyes wide with shock: "What are you doing, old man?!"
The Leader replied with glacial coldness: "I will tell them you died a hero while searching for the child."
The battle began. The Leader was different—faster, his staff charged with lethal blue lightning. The Leader struck the ground; electricity traveled through the ice, electrocuting Andre, who fell screaming in pain.
Scene 7: The Tragic End
Andre fought through the pain, the smell of his own burnt flesh filling his nose. He gathered every ounce of Mana in his legs and launched himself like a missile, ignoring the lightning. With a desperate move, he tackled the Leader to the ground, pressing his blade against the old man's throat.
"Answer me! Why? Are you a traitor?" Andre screamed, sweat covering his face.
Suddenly, Andre's sword glowed with a strange light, absorbing dark energy from the Leader's body. The Leader's voice changed, returning to his old, tired tone:
"Andre... if you can hear me... kill me immediately."
Andre's hand trembled: "What are you saying?"
The Leader continued, tears streaming from his eyes: "This is not my body... That cursed eye killed me and took my corpse as a puppet... My soul is trapped, my body is a weapon in his hand... Please, set me free!"
Andre froze. His sword shook. His mind refused to kill his ally.
In that moment of hesitation, a mocking laugh echoed in his head: (Idiot... Humans and their petty emotions. Step aside, I'll do the dirty work).
Andre lost control of his arm. The sword moved with a monstrous force that wasn't his own. With one brutal swing... the Leader's head flew into the air, blood spraying to paint the snow crimson.
At that exact moment, Volac arrived, following the noise.
Time stopped.
Volac saw his father's headless body. He saw Andre standing over him, sword dripping blood.
Volac's scream tore through the sky, a scream filled with brokenness and horror:
"FATHER!!!!"
Inside Andre's mind, the Demon muttered with boredom: (Another fool has arrived... What a nuisance).