Chapter 22

August 30, 2014, Supposedly 10:30 a.m. Saturday

Grey was now sure that after spending one hour if just five minutes on his analogue watch, within three hours he has been able to hunt and kill a huge one-meter-tall boar, he was already preparing it for cooking and decided to ferment the remaining meat to and have it preserve to last him a few days, knowing this, he familiarizes his mind not to rely on the sun movement because this will ruin his chance of getting back, so he relied solely on his trusty analogue watch to keep track of time. With the boar meat preserved, Grey felt a sense of security and confidence as he continued his journey, knowing that he had enough sustenance to sustain him for the next few days.

he pack up the meat and left four roasted meat on the campsite as he waved toward the four elves direction, this made them fear for their safety knowing that this person knows where they are located, even if they were half a mile away from him, he knew he had to be cautious and not reveal his true intentions to the elves. As he walked away, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that he had successfully asserted his dominance over them.

Grey understands that if somebody was secretly watching him, might as well show them you are already aware of their presence to throw them off in coming near him in attacking distance, so he intentionally left the roasted meat as a decoy. By waving towards the four elves, Grey wanted to establish dominance and assert that he was aware of their presence. This strategic move would deter them from approaching him and prevent any potential attacks.

the exo suit he was wearing with a set weight of 50 kilos was taking its toll on him as he climbed up the first mountain vertical wall, causing his muscles to strain and his breathing to become laboured. However, Grey was determined to reach the top, knowing that the suit's advanced technology would provide him with the necessary strength and agility to overcome any obstacles in his path.

The four elves were now, hesitating to follow him because of the dangerous terrain he was selecting, and the manner of thinking he was making as he deliberately chose to enter an area where the chances of getting attacked were high.

They exchanged worried glances, unsure if Grey's confidence was justified or if he was underestimating the potential dangers. Nevertheless, their task to track and follow his action and report to their commanding officer presides above everything, They pushed themselves to overcome their doubts and hesitations as they continued to follow him on his daring and life-threatening journey up their sacred mountain,

Grey was able to reach the first summit as two more were waiting for him, as he continued his travel the two Viles were fast approaching him on both sides; they plan to ambush him as soon he reach the base on the first mountain he just climbed. Grey, aware of the imminent danger, quickly devised a plan to outsmart the approaching Vile. Utilizing his extensive training and knowledge of the terrain, he skillfully manoeuvred through treacherous paths and concealed himself from their sight and smell,

Grey was an excellent hunter and master of remaining silent and still for a long time, he could breathe without creating any sound and blend seamlessly into his surroundings. As he patiently waited for the perfect moment to strike, Grey's heart raced with anticipation, knowing that the fate of his mission relied on his ability to remain undetected. his greatest weapon was his mind and being cautious and adding his calculating moves to his repertoire.

He analyzed every possible outcome and devised strategic plans, ensuring that he was always steps ahead of his prey. With each successful hunt, Grey's confidence grew, solidifying his reputation as a formidable predator in the animal kingdom.

Purging these two vile will be his testing ground and see if the training he was doing has already taken effect on his abilities. Grey knew that eliminating these two threats would require all of his skills and cunning. He prepared himself mentally and physically, honing his senses and sharpening his instincts. The time had come for him to prove himself as the ultimate predator, ready to face any challenge that stood in his way.

Fear of the unknown was never his concern, as Grey had faced countless dangers and emerged victorious. He thrived on the adrenaline rush that came with each encounter, pushing himself to the limits of his capabilities. With unwavering determination, he ventured into the depths of the animal kingdom, ready to confront whatever awaited him with unwavering resolve.

while climbing down the other side of the mountain ridge and once again engaging a tribe of war-mongering mystical creatures with sharp, protruding tusks and fiery breath. The main leader was 2 meters tall and muscular, towering over his followers with an intimidating presence. The thrill of battle coursed through his veins.

The moment they all saw a human, in their domain, they went wild and saw him as an enemy without any reason, They rushed him with their weapon in hand, Despite the odds stacked against him, our protagonist stood tall, unyielding in his mission to conquer the unknown. He knew that victory was within reach, and he would stop at nothing to achieve it. He will only kill those who attack him first, killing without reason is like being vile,

Grey's physical strength has now adjusted even after he was wearing the Exo suit, which was 50 kilos in weight, allowing him to move with ease and grace. His muscles had grown accustomed to the added burden, granting him newfound agility and power. With each step, he felt an unstoppable force surging through his veins, fueling his determination to overcome any obstacle in his path.

His skill in close-quarter combat was something that his enemies could not comprehend, his movements were fine-tuned to read the attack patterns, These particular beings were now feeling the fear of being overwhelmed by a more powerful enemy,

Even though Grey has severely beaten their leader, he felt they were just being cautious toward a being who just casually trespassed on their land, Grey forgot that not all beings were violent and mindless murderers of creatures, so after showing his strength, he moved away from the tribes' location and headed toward the second mountain, where he hoped to find a more peaceful and welcoming community.

As he journeyed, Grey reflected on the importance of understanding and respecting different cultures, realizing that his previous actions may have inadvertently perpetuated fear and mistrust among the beings he encountered,

August 30, 2014, Supposedly 11:10 a.m. Saturday

Seven hours of walking were sufficient to gain some sense of hunger, Grey was about to place his bag down when a familiar smell made him move, as two attackers swung their weapons to slice his neck and stab his gut, sending a surge of adrenaline through his veins.

Instinctively, he dodged their attacks, swiftly evading their strikes with a combination of agility and reflexes. With his heart pounding, he realized that his hunger would have to wait as he focused on defending himself against the unexpected assault.

The two Viles finally showed up wielding a dagger in both hands, they were similar-looking, and facing twin Viles was new to him, but he refused to let them dictate the flow of their fight. Determined to take control, he analyzed their movements, searching for any weaknesses he could exploit. As the Viles lunged forward, he countered with a calculated strike, aiming to disarm one of them and gain the upper hand in the battle. He knew that his survival depended on staying calm and analyzing their every move. As the twin, Viles lunged towards him,

Their attacks were not random, and he quickly realized that they were using a synchronized fighting style. This presented a unique challenge, as their coordinated movements made it difficult for him to find an opening. However, he remained focused and adapted his strategy, using their synchronization against them by anticipating their next move and countering with precise timing.

The smile on their faces as they laughed and swung their daggers with the intent of making him suffer—each cut they gave him, made them feel ecstatic with power. Their synchronized fighting style was not only physically impressive but also psychologically intimidating. Despite the pain, he refused to show weakness and instead channelled his determination into finding a way to turn the tables on them.

Grey reaches across his body with his right hand, grips the handle of his military knife just below the guard, draws it out, and feels the weight of the weapon in his palm. The cold steel sends a shiver down his spine, reminding him of the countless battles it has seen.

With a steady hand, he prepares himself, snaps it forward so it's pointing at the male twin Vile, and then places his left hand on the grip just below the right. Grey takes a deep breath, his eyes fixed on Vile's menacing gaze. The familiarity of the knife brings a surge of confidence, knowing that it has never failed him in the past.

As he tightens his grip, Grey braces himself for the strike, his mind focused on the imminent clash. Grey knees, dropping into a low squat while keeping the torso bolt upright, then standing up again and shuffling his feet into the proper stance for a swift and agile movement. He shifts his weight to his back foot, ready to spring forward with explosive force. With each calculated step, Grey positions himself strategically, anticipating Vile's next move and preparing to counter with precision and skill.

The movement consists of a very rapid shuffling motion of the feet so that he stays balanced at all times. At the last moment, he draws the sword up over his head and snaps it down at his enemy while he watches the female vile with intense focus.

Grey's years of training have honed his reflexes, allowing him to react swiftly to any sudden change in Vile's movements. As he watches her closely, he analyzes her patterns and vulnerabilities, searching for the perfect opportunity to strike,

and the blade slopes down and to the right, following a precise trajectory aimed at Vile's exposed flank. Grey's eyes remain locked on his target, his muscles tensed and ready to execute the strike with lethal precision. With each passing second, he calculates the timing and angle of his attack, ensuring that every movement is executed flawlessly.

sidesteps to let him go by and wrist he adjusted his strike downward toward the male vils unprotected shoulder. But the male vile is moving too fast, and Greys's timing needs to adjust.

As Grey quickly adapts to the male vile's speed, he anticipates the necessary adjustment in his timing. With a split-second decision, he shifts his strike to a diagonal angle, aiming for the vulnerable opening in the male vile's defence. However, Grey knows that even with his impeccable precision, he must remain agile and flexible to counter any unexpected moves from his opponent.

The blade cuts behind and to the side of his enemy like butter. The swift and precise movement of the blade effortlessly slices through the air, leaving his enemy defenceless. The seamless execution of the attack showcases his exceptional skill and mastery in combat. The female win vile makes a move and attacks Grey. while he was still preoccupied with her brother, Grey quickly shifts his focus, his instincts kicking in to defend against the unexpected assault. With a swift motion, he parries the female's attack, countering with a powerful strike of his own. This one is pretty straightforward: a quick shuffling approach and then a snapping cut in the direction of her ribcage. The force behind Grey's strike catches the female off guard, causing her to stumble backwards in pain. However, she quickly recovers and retaliates with a series of rapid strikes, displaying her agility and precision in combat. Despite her relentless assault, Grey remains calm and composed, analyzing her movements and waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike back.

As Grey rushed, he swung a powerful stab from the right. the female vile met him halfway and lashed out with her right. Grey left hook punch was faster, landing squarely on the female's jaw. The impact sent her reeling, but she managed to regain her balance just in time to dodge Grey's follow-up attack. With a swift spin, she delivered a devastating kick to his side, temporarily staggering him.

spat blood, caught and hurled her into the ground with such force that a cloud of dust arose. she rolled over like a cat, gasping for breath, but quickly recovered and sprang back to her feet. Despite the pain, she refused to let it slow her down and prepared herself for the next round of their intense fight. now charged again and caught the male twin vile with two long swings on the head. His skull roaring with pain and dizziness, he stumbled backwards, struggling to regain his balance. The female twin seized the opportunity, launching a swift series of kicks and punches, aiming to weaken Grey further and gain the upper hand in their fierce battle.

She dashed and raced herself and started to swing in a blind fury, both hands going with every ounce of power she could muster. slicing and stabbing Grey with her sharp, gleaming daggers. The metallic clash of their weapons filled the air as Grey desperately tried to defend himself, his strength waning with each blow. his punches and knife swings packed terrific power and control, but Grey's endurance seemed unwavering. Despite the intensity of her attacks, he managed to block and dodge most of her strikes, displaying impressive agility and skill. With each passing moment, the battle became a test of stamina and strategy as they relentlessly pushed each other to their limits.

Grey shifted his attack with lightning speed. He missed a right, and following it in with the weight of his body slid his arm around the female vile neck, grabbed the wrist with his left hand, and applied a powerful chokehold. The female vile struggled to break free, but Grey's grip only tightened, cutting off her air supply. With determination in his eyes, he held on, refusing to let go until he knew victory was within his grasp. and jerked up his feet and sat down hard, forcing the female vile to the ground with a loud thud. The impact stunned her momentarily, allowing Grey to secure his hold even tighter, inching closer to achieving his ultimate goal of subduing his opponent.

Suddenly, the twin male vile lunges at them with his dagger, forcing Grey to release his grip on the female vile and defend himself. With lightning-fast reflexes, Grey dodged the attack and retaliated with a swift kick, momentarily staggering the twin male vile.

However, the distraction gave the female vile a chance to regain her composure and launch a counterattack. The enemy's body was bloody and battered now, yet he kept coming in, wheezing. Grey stabbed a left into his face and felt the satisfying crunch of bone beneath his fist.

The twin male vile stumbled backwards, clutching his broken nose, while Grey seized the opportunity to swiftly disarm him and just bombard him with relentless, rapid punches Grey's relentless assault left the twin male vile incapacitated, unable to defend himself against the onslaught of punches. With each strike, Grey could feel his adrenaline surge, fueling his determination to bring down his enemies. As the dust settled, Grey stood and left the vile bleeding and defeated on the ground.

As the female vile watched her twin brother lying defeated on the ground, fear started to creep up on her. She could see the determination in Grey's eyes and knew that she was next in line for his relentless assault. Grey stared at her with killing intent, she could see her death in his eyes, and a shiver ran down her spine.

She knew that she had to summon every ounce of strength and courage within her to stand a chance against Grey's incoming attack.

Grey ran toward the female murdering vile and whipped up a right uppercut to the body. She gasped for air as the pain ran through her body. Grey circled, then smashed her in the body with another right, then another connecting punch in the solar plexus.

Each blow felt like a sledgehammer, causing her vision to blur and her knees to weaken. Despite the excruciating pain, she refused to give up, determined to find a way to defend herself and turn the tables on Grey.

Her jaw was hanging open now, her face battered and bleeding from a dozen cuts and abrasions. Blood dripped from her split lip, mixing with the sweat that streamed down her face. The taste of iron filled her mouth, but she clenched her teeth and fought through the pain, refusing to let Grey see any sign of weakness. Grey walked in, measured her face to face, and then crossed a right to her liver side.

Grey followed it up with two thuddings, bone-crushing blows in the chest before finally stepping back, a satisfied smirk on their faces. The force of the punches sent her stumbling backwards, gasping for air as she desperately tried to regain her composure.

Despite the excruciating pain, she mustered all her strength and prepared herself for the next round, but Grey just grab her hair and drag her near her unconscious twin on the ground and gave her a menacing warning.

"You're not going to win this fight,"

Grey sneered, tightening their grip on her hair.

"Consider this a taste of what's to come."

With a cold, calculated expression, Grey delivered a final, devastating blow that left her unconscious and sprawled on the ground, her body limp and lifeless.

The watching four elven trackers gasped in horror as Grey stood over two lesser demons triumphant and merciless. It was a brutal reminder that in this fight for survival, there would be no mercy or respite.

Grey used his skill to defeat his enemies and purify their corrupted souls, and purge the evil Permanently, leaving them powerless and vulnerable. As the elven trackers witnessed this display of dominance, they couldn't help but feel a mixture of awe and fear towards Grey's unwavering personality.

August 30, 2014, Supposedly 11:10 a.m. Saturday