The forest was eerily silent, as if holding its breath before something unpredictable.
Every step Iscara took echoed with power and mystery, her cold laugh almost slicing the air around her.
The entire world had become a hunting ground—from humans to angels and demons—and anyone daring to approach her faced their fate.
In this moment, the Game of Extermination begins… where there is no safety, no mercy for the daring, and everything hangs by the edge of the sword, a moment before the ultimate storm.
Chapter Five – The Game of Extermination ✦
Iscara stood in the forest, laughing with a chilling coldness, a laugh that shattered everything around her, as if it were a silent announcement of a storm no one could stop.
The news spread across the world, among all races: humans, angels, demons… Each faction placed a huge bounty on Iscara's head:
Humans: money and women, anyone approaching her imagined themselves gaining wealth and power.
Angels: a path to paradise, as if defeating her would open the gates of heaven itself.
Demons: a high rank in the Abyss, a long-standing dream for every demon seeking promotion.
The game of extermination began, but it was not only for Iscara… it was for anyone who dared to reach her first.
Everyone raced to capture her head, each race seeking different gains, and the chase became relentless everywhere, from forests to cities, from the earth to the sky, no one was safe.
The scene returned to Iscara, walking with no clear destination, her steps steady and calm, yet carrying an invisible threat in every step.
She touched the withered flowers with her hand, breathing in the forest breeze that brushed her face, but it was not an ordinary breeze… it was the calm before the storm, a silence preceding violence, a moment when all forces gather to explode afterward.
Suddenly, a group of mercenaries appeared, shrouded in shadows, their eyes burning with greed, each holding a weapon as if her head was everything to them.
One of them spoke, his voice trembling yet filled with desire:
"You… are a precious treasure. Allow us to take your head without resistance."
Iscara raised her eyebrow, looking at them with killer coldness, then smiled a smile that destroyed any sense of security:
"Treasure?"
The mercenaries explained the rewards, the grand prize, everything they had heard about her head was now real before their eyes.
Iscara laughed, a quiet laugh yet full of threat:
"Do not underestimate me."
In a fleeting moment, she wiped them out, as if plucking a string on an invisible violin, without hesitation, without mercy.
She continued along the path of solitude and isolation, step by step, but this feeling did not last… eyes watched her from everywhere, breaths tracking her, whispers following her from the shadows.
Suddenly, a demon appeared from the ceiling, its body boiling like burning ice, from the lineage of the Frozen Volcano Demons, a smile on its face reflecting both confidence and menace.
It said in a deep voice:
"I see my promotion coming very easily."
Iscara drew her Meteoric Sword, and the fierce clash began between them.
The volcano unleashed frozen fiery sparks, each strike burning her from within, every step weighed her down with the heaviness of both heat and ice.
The violin responded with sharp tones, every string causing pain, every movement pressing against her opponent, every note slicing through the air like blades.
Iscara was helpless for the first time… despair covered her features, each step heavy, every movement demanding intense focus.
In a blink, her hand was cut off, blood gushing out, the pain almost crushing her entire body.
She staggered, unable to balance herself, stabs in her feet and stomach created severe wounds. She fell to the ground, mirage filling her eyes, then fainted.
The scene shifted to Iscara's consciousness, where darkness surrounded her from all sides.
The space was suffocating, the air dense, everything pressing against her chest.
In the center of the darkness appeared a gloomy red light, approaching gradually, each step shaking her inner world.
The red light began to speak:
"How weak you are…"
Iscara whispered in a broken voice:
"W… Who are you?"
The shadow approached, its eyes burning everything around, and said in a deep, commanding voice:
"I am the King of the Abyss… the right hand of the Lord of Darkness… and also your father."
Her consciousness shivered, her heart fluttered, then he whispered:
"I gave birth to you to be strong, not to bleed and die like this."
He leaned close, whispering:
"I will grant you immortality… four seconds only, every two minutes."
A merciless smile, and he said:
"But remember… the price of power is steep."
Iscara awoke, speaking with a voice blazing with power:
"Immortality or death."
Her body ignited with the energy of the King of the Abyss, her severed hand returned, wounds healed, but the scars did not vanish.
Her attacks became stronger and faster, each move calculated with deadly precision, every strike hitting her opponent in a sensitive spot.
The battle resumed once more, this time with temporary immortality, every moment reflecting Iscara's strength and ferocity.
The demon tried to resist, but each strike from Iscara exhausted him, every blow breaking his defense, until he became powerless against the flow of blood and continuous attacks.
When the battle ended, her body collapsed from pain, her mind screamed, hysterical cries filling the space, then she fainted.
When she returned to her father, her body exhausted, she said in a broken voice:
"W… What is the price?"
He looked at her without pity and said:
"Every time you use immortality… a month is taken from your life."
He smiled a very vile smile and said:
"I told you… the price of power is steep."
Iscara returned to the real world, her body covered in scars, and said in a cold voice:
"Blessing or curse… haha… it makes no difference, as long as it grants me power."
The rain poured relentlessly, as if trying to wash away the world's tears from the clamor of days.
Iscara stood, her body covered in scars, her eyes blazing with an unquenchable fire, her cold laugh echoing threats into every corner of the forest.
The hunt had officially begun, and the game was no longer just a trial… it was a war for survival, a struggle for power, the true beginning of the Game of Extermination.
Every step she takes is calculated, every move can tip the scales, and now everyone knows: whoever dares challenge Iscara… will pay a heavy price.