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The first lunged, jaws wide enough to crush his torso...Damien's body moved before thought. A blur of black and red. He twisted, the dagger slicing through the air, cutting across the beast's jawline. The creature howled, its blood sizzling as it touched the blade.
The second wolf charged from the flank. Damien bent backward unnaturally, the fangs missing by a hair. His dagger flashed upward, carving a perfect line across its neck. Blood burst out like a fountain of light.'Fast. Too fast. If I slip once, I'm done for.'
The third wolf came from behind..he spun, daggers crossing in an "X", blocking the bite. The sheer power of the beast's jaws forced him back several meters, boots scraping the ground.He grinned. "You're strong… good."
Mana pulsed from within him dark, wild, intoxicating. His shadow trembled beneath his feet, spreading wider, flickering like living smoke. Damien dashed forward again, eyes sharp as blades.
The first wolf leapt again, but this time he was ready. He vanished in a blur, appearing beneath it. Two arcs of silver light crossed its belly then silence...then a shower of blackened blood as the monster's body hit the ground.
He turned, daggers still humming with mana. The second one snarled, charging again. Damien feinted left, then twisted right, slicing through its ribs, the blade coming out clean through the other side. It whimpered once, then fell limp.
The last wolf backed away, growling nervously. Damien's grin widened, wild and exhilarated.'This… this is what I lacked. That edge between life and death… it's beautiful.'
He dashed forward, closing the distance in a heartbeat. A single stab to the head clean, perfect. The dungeon fell silent.
A blue light engulfed him.
[Level Up!]
He exhaled slowly. His daggers pulsed with faint mana stronger now, sharper. His wounds were already knitting shut."Guess I'm getting the hang of this."
But then he froze. A sound. Dozens of footsteps echoing deeper in the dark. Low growls multiplied, overlapping. One… three… five… eight.
From the corridor ahead, eight Dire Wolves stepped into view, larger and more feral than the first batch. Their breath fogged the air, their eyes gleaming with killing intent.
Damien smirked, rolling his shoulders, blades spinning in his hands. The black mist around his body thickened, curling around him like armor. His mana flared dark, regal, terrifying 'Eight of you this time? Perfect.'
They charged.
He moved like a phantom.The first wolf lunged..he ducked under and slashed its throat, then used the body as a springboard to leap above the rest. Two daggers flashed down, stabbing into skulls as he landed. The shockwave of his impact cracked the floor beneath him.
Another wolf bit his shoulder, ripping into his flesh. Damien growled in pain, twisted violently, and stabbed both blades into its open mouth, splitting its head apart.'Pain… ha, good. Keeps me sharp.'
Three more came at once he spun, his daggers creating arcs of crimson light, deflecting fangs and claws, countering with perfect precision. Every move flowed into the next dancing on the edge of chaos.
Blood painted the walls.Growls turned into dying whimpers.Each kill fed his adrenaline. Each second made his heart pound faster.
The last two wolves hesitated, instinct telling them to flee. Damien's eyes glowed faintly red as he walked toward them, aura expanding like a storm."You picked the wrong hunter."
He dashed forward two swift slashes. One wolf's head flew, the other's body collapsed mid-leap.
Silence.Only the sound of his breathing remained.
Damien stood surrounded by corpses, his blades dripping with dark blood, the air heavy with mana. He looked down at his trembling hands and laughed softly.'Stronger. Faster. I can feel it. The dungeon wants to kill me… and I love it.'
The dark mist around him swirled again alive, hungry as he turned his eyes deeper into the dungeon's abyss.
Damien's breath steadied as he walked through the dim, winding halls of the System Dungeon. Each echo of his footsteps was met with the growl of distant wolves. His daggers gleamed faintly in the gloom, still coated in dried blood.
His mind wandered as he fought through the endless hordes. Every swing, every dodge, every heartbeat it all drew him deeper into something he hadn't felt in years.'Back then… I was just another office drone. A name on a spreadsheet, living the same day on repeat. No danger. No thrill. Just… nothing.'
He slit through another Dire Wolf, its corpse fading into motes of light.'But this? This is real. The air burns in my lungs. My muscles ache. I can die here… and that makes every breath mean something.'
He stopped for a moment, wiping the blood off his face with a small grin."Ah… I think I might be somewhat crazy," he muttered, laughing quietly before pressing forward.
The deeper he went, the more wolves came. Packs of them...snarling, lunging, biting, but Damien tore through them with ease. His blades moved faster, sharper. His movements grew fluid, almost artistic. He had leveled three times since the start of his descent, and it showed. Each encounter felt less like survival and more like a dance.
Eventually, his path ended at a massive stone gate. Towering and ancient, it was engraved with markings in a language he couldn't read. At its center was the carved face of a wolf, its eyes glowing faintly red.
Damien placed his hands on the doors and pushed. The stone groaned as they slowly opened.
Inside was a throne room shrouded in silence. The smell of iron filled the air. Dozens of bodies littered the ground Dire Wolves, Wolfmen, and something larger. A massive Wolfman sat slumped on a throne, a spear jutting through his neck. His lifeless eyes stared blankly ahead.
Damien's eyes narrowed. "...What the hell happened here?"
The silence was broken by a low thud. Then another. From above, a figure dropped, landing with the weight of a predator.
The being stood tall muscular, covered in dark gray fur, its eyes gleaming red under the dim light. It resembled a werewolf, yet its stance was too composed, its aura too intelligent. In its clawed hand, it held a long, jagged spear that hummed with dark energy.
"I hate kings…" the creature growled, voice deep and bitter. "They sit on thrones built by those stronger than them. Command warriors who could crush them… simply because they can."
It stepped closer, spear dragging against the stone, eyes locked on Damien."My kind… the wolves… we were born for the hunt. But even when we evolve, we remain fools. Brainless beasts, worshipping those who control us."
The Wolfman glanced back at the dead figure on the throne."I warned them not to serve the Demon King. I told them he'd only use us as weapons. But they called me a traitor… and he appointed this fool to rule over us. Hah… didn't even see my strike coming."
He yanked his spear from the dead king's body with a single motion and pointed it at Damien."And now, you stranger. Tell me, are you the one meant to kill the Demon King?"
Damien didn't answer immediately. His grip on his daggers tightened, his expression unreadable.
The Wolfman smirked. "Then prove it. Show me if you deserve that title."
Around them, the spears impaled in the ground began to tremble...then rise. One by one, they floated into the air, their tips all turning toward Damien.
The creature's eyes glowed a deep crimson. His killing intent filled the entire chamber."I… Fenrik the Ravager, last of my kind… challenge you, Demon Slayer."
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