Tricia Talon led her men through the dark forest surrounding her family's castle. She hated these kinds of missions deep down but her fanatical adoration for her father stopped her from voicing it out. She wanted nothing more than her father's praise and pride ever since she was a child. She had siblings but never really saw them more than just family members or developing any kind bond with anyone. Her father's love was more than enough and wished for them to be closer than father and daughter. He had raised her from childhood, taught her all the things she knew and more.
"Lady Tricia, we are in the bloodsands." She nodded and focused on the misson. She sniffed the air for a few seconds and directed the twelve man troope through the area. The Bloodsands was an area of the desert where powerful beasts and dungeons lay, remnants of a fallen empire. "Wait." She immediately halted her men and using a magic circle, she cast a conceal spell hurriedly. The reason for her actions appeared later when a humungous arachnid, nine meters tall with a menecing look and bloodthirsty aura. "Shit, it's a 6th level Adept essence beast." She cursed. The arachnid shifted its eyes to look at the groups direction. She had no chance battling against it and coming out unscathed not to mention drawing other beast strong than it. She madly poured her blood essence into the circle, strengthening it's effect but draining her. After a moment, the beast walked away, uninterested. She thanked her ancestors for the miracle and led her men away from there, determined to find that treasure and leave this hellhole of a desert to the Midnight continent.
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Galvir dropped his hammer and regretfully ran from the remainder of his caravan. With the head cleanly seperated, layed the body of the Elf, Freya. A large figure with lucious black wavy fur, stood by Freya's body, its blue eyes glowing with bloodlust. It leapt from its position into the moonlit sky and landed on the escaping dwarf, a hundred meters away, forcing the dwarf to the ground. "Tell me where the Moon Temple is and i will let you live." It said in an unpleasant and loud growl. Galvir coughed out blood and relented. "Good."
The Werewolf responded as Galvir showed him the location. He hopped of the badly injured dwarf, smiling slyly as Galvir struggled to his feet. The werewolf suddenly grabbed him and raised him up like he was going to eat him alive. Terror was visible on the bloodstained face of the face of the Weaponsmith as the wolf spoke. "I said i would not kill you, i did not say i will let you off that easily." A powerful punch 20 times stronger than an average human crashed into the dwarf's body, breaking his ribs and making him vomit pools of blood.
A sadistic grin spread across the werewolf's face, enjoying the pain he was inflicting on the dwarf. "Survive this and you can go." Said the wolf as he tossed the dwarf in the air and kicked the same place his punch landed with double the force. Galvir was sent flying, hundreds of meters, out of the wolf's sight. Another grin spread on his face and he turned to see the werewolf group he was leading, feasting on the meat of the caravan animals. The werewolf then let out a loud howl which was taken up by the other werewolves as the scent of blood lingered in the air.