Unborn monster

Shadows danced in the dense forest,

and a dim light crept shyly through the interwoven leaves. In this dark atmosphere, Saron's soldiers stood on the brink of battle, surrounded by feelings of fear and tension. 

Adrenaline coursed through their veins like wildfire, and their eyes clung to a flickering hope that was nearly extinguished in the heart of the darkness. Each soldier knew the upcoming battle might be their last, yet none of them retreated.

As they ventured deeper into the forest, the expected sounds of their enemies ceased. No screams, no clash of swords, only an eerie silence broken occasionally by the rustling of leaves.

They were overcome by strange feelings as if they were living the calm before the storm. But the reality was even stranger. There were no vile traps, no hidden ambushes. Silence was the ruler of this place.

Not far away, Nosil and Aya were preparing for the first wave of enemies. As soon as they vanished from sight, they unleashed their curse powers.

Nosil raised his arms and clapped them together swiftly, causing a violent shock that made blood seep from his veins beneath the tight bandages.

In a deep, solemn voice, he commanded, "Curse release"

In that instant, a horde of bloodthirsty warriors appeared as if from nowhere, pouncing on Nosil and Aya with ferocity. Their eyes gleamed with the lust for battle.

Nosil, with a steady and cold voice, said, "Aya, leave them to me... I need to collect more blood" Aya looked at him with a mix of concern and confidence. "Okay... I'll scout the area from above," she replied, adding before disappearing, "Don't use that power."

Nosil replayed " …right".

Aya vanished as if she had entered another dimension, leaving Nosil alone to face the warriors. 

He gathered his blood in his hands, manipulating and transforming it into a slender rod with a very sharp end. 

Fixing his lethal gaze on his enemies, Nosil challenged them, "Come to me…"

With complete calm, Nosil took a deep breath and then lunged at his first enemy with swift and precise movements. 

He stabbed directly with his sharp rod, and with every wound his enemy bled, the enemy's blood transferred to him, nourishing his strength and enhancing his fighting ability. 

His technique was terrifying, a power that drained the blood of his enemies and bolstered his strength with each strike. 

The warriors, despite their savagery, began to realize they were facing an opponent not of their world, but a being that thrived on their fear and blood.

The first warrior fell to his knees, and his blood quickly absorbed into Nosil's body. Instead of slowing down, Nosil advanced towards his next enemy.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his side as another warrior lunged at him from behind, shouting, "Got you, Erisian monster!"

But Nosil showed no sign of being affected. He looked at the warrior who had stabbed him with lifeless eyes, then lunged at the enemy in front of him with a deadly strike. 

He continued fighting as if nothing had happened, instilling terror in the other warriors. One of them whispered fearfully, "What's wrong with him... Why isn't he lying on the ground with a wound like that" Another replied anxiously, "Don't underestimate him guys... he must be cursed. He's a dangerous one... beware of him."

Nosil, as if he hadn't heard their words, screamed angrily, "Shut up already... I only need your blood… no comments".

Every thrust of his sharp rod connected an enemy's body with a strange, bloody chain, transferring their blood to his body before solidifying and becoming like a strong red bond that binds all the bodies of his opponents to him.

From above, Aya watched the battle with the eyes of a hawk, studying the enemies' movements and pinpointing their locations. She left the warriors near Nosil to him, while targeting those further away, lifting them into the sky and letting them fall freely from great heights, shattering their bones upon impact with the ground.

The battle raged on relentlessly, and as Nosil grew stronger, the warriors became fiercer. Yet, their steps grew more hesitant with each fallen comrade, realizing they were facing an invincible force.

Amidst the chaos, Nosil began advancing towards Makal's whereabouts, the enemy leader. 

Cutting his way through his opponents one after another, finally, Nosil found himself in front of the predator, the reason why his blood boiled so much.

All eyes turned to him, makal and his guards looked closely at this creature covered in blood standing in front of them.

The sharp gazes of Nosil made everyone anxious, but Makal knew well those gazes, which were the gazes of predators on their prey.

Makal, with a challenging tone, said confidently, "My end will not come at your hands, you cursed wretch."

Nosil replied with a cold smile, "We'll see about that soon enough."

The moments dragged on, the tension mounting.

Nosil now standing in front of Makal after he gathered copious amounts of blood, leaving behind hundreds of meters of solidified blood and dried corpses.

In a swift moment, the two collided face-to-face, Nosil leaping and aiming his sharp rod to pierce Makal's chest, while Makal parried the strike with his heavy sword.

In astonishment, one of Makal's followers shouted, "How dare he attack our leader? Kill him!"

Makal forcefully pushed Nosil away, and his followers prepared to attack him while he was still in the air. 

Makal shouted at them, "Stop... you're no match for him!" But they continued their assault.

Nosil glanced at them with a terrifying look, spun in the air, and clapped his hands forcefully, shouting, "Curse release!" Instantly, blood spears shot out from his body like lightning, piercing the bodies of all the attackers.

Nosil slowly landed on the ground and spread his arms, blood flowing into him from the bodies of Makal's guards. Within moments, they all fell as dried corpses.

Witnessing this horrifying scene, Makal realized his opponent was a dangerous monster and that he had to fight seriously, as one mistake could cost him his life.

Makal spoke, "I was wondering why I could no longer sense my warriors... It seems you're the reason." Nosil remained silent. "It looks like you enjoyed it..." Makal said as he dismounted his horse. "Don't forget that feeling... because it will be your last... I'll make sure of it."

Makal got off his horse, took a battle stance, and said, "Curse Release"

The curse allowed Makal to make his sword solid and massive in an instant, and combined with his physical strength, he is a dangerous foe.

A sense of intense focus and excitement filled the air between them. The two were poised and ready to strike at their opponent. 

Makal's breathing quickened, exhaling and inhaling deeply, then exhaling and inhaling again. "Let's begin..." Makal said, addressing Nosil.

In a flash, he leaped at Nosil like a tiger on its prey. With his cursed-enhanced sword, he struck hard, but Nosil evaded the blow, which hit the ground, causing devastating destruction that alarmed him.

"Damn, if he hits me with a blow like that, he'll crush my bones," Nosil speaks in his mind. 

Makal smiled with a terrifying look, saying, "Not bad, even someone of a hunter's level couldn't dodge that." Nosil retorted, "Enough of your chatter."

"Good thing I've gathered a lot of blood, or this fight would be damn short," Nosil thought to himself.

Makal launched his second attack with the same strength and immense speed, striking relentlessly. Nosil struggled to dodge the successive blows. Suddenly, Makal landed a powerful kick, hitting Nosil, and immediately followed it with a sword strike to his left side. 

Makal, with a belittling look, said, "I got you now."

But instead of falling, Nosil's blood started returning to his body, sealing the wound with hardened blood. Witnessing this, Makal was stunned and bewildered, saying, "What are you? It's impossible that what I'm seeing is real. What kind of monster are you?"

At the word "monster," Nosil's rage flared as if possessed by demons. He looked at the sky, recalling the same term he was always labeled with due to the scars on his face.

After seconds of staring at the sky, Nosil raised his hands, clasped them tightly, interlocking his fingers, then looked at Makal with a gaze full of anger and sorrow, resembling someone who had lost everything, lifeless.

He closed his eyes, and in the blink of an eye, blood erupted from his body like lightning, forming dozens of sharp, pointed threads that all converged on Makal in a scene that left him paralyzed with disbelief.

The sharp blood threads sliced through Makal's body in an instant while he stood helplessly.

He couldn't comprehend what was happening before him, then found his body bleeding profusely from every inch. 

He looked at Nosil and said, "What... are you..." and collapsed to the ground. 

Nosil opened his eyes, moved his lips, and said, " I am a sin... Your unborn sin".

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