chapter 3: SURVIVE

Demos heart racing with each step the man takes,Demos heart was beating so loud even the man could hear Demos heart beat

The man's laughter echoed through the clearing, causing the other four men to turn and stare at Demos. Their faces, etched with battle scars, seemed to gleam with excitement.

The man speaking:"Ahahahaha! Look at him,

brothers!"

the man exclaimed, pointing at Demos.

The man speaking:"He's so scared, his heart is beating like a warrior's in the heat of combat!"

The other men chuckled and snickered, their eyes fixed on Demos. One of them, seemingly the leader, stepped forward. He was a towering figure, with a thick beard and a fierce gaze. His body was covered in battle scars, a testament to his many victories.

The leader speaking:"Enough laughter, brothers,"

the leader growled.

The leader speaking:"We have a feast to prepare. And our guest, is the main course!"

The men cheered and began to close in on Demos. But Demos, fueled by adrenaline and determination, stood his ground.

Demos speaking:" which of you is the leader I challenge you, leader,"

Demos declared, his voice steady.

Demosspeaking:"If I defeat you, I'll become the new leader."

The leader sneered, clearly amused by Demos' bravery.

The leader speaking:"You think you can defeat me, little one? I am Gorthok, the greatest warrior of our tribe!"

After cutting the vines setting Demos free, Demos introduce his self, Demos stood tall, his eyes locked on to the tribe leader.

Demos speaking:"I am Demos, a Spartan warrior,"

he declared, his voice firm and commanding.

Demos speaking:"I challenge you, Gorthok, for the leadership of this tribe."

Gorthok's expression changed from amusement to curiosity.

Gorthok speaking:"Spartan warrior?"

he repeated, his voice laced with skepticism.

Gorthok speaking:"I have never heard of such a thing.

Gorthok speaking:What is this 'Sparta' you speak of?"

Demos smiled, a fierce glint in his eye.

Demos speaking:"Sparta is the birthplace of the greatest warriors to have ever lived,

" he explained.

Gorthok's eyes narrowed, clearly intrigued by Demos' claims.

Gorthok speaking:"I will enjoy watching you eat back those words.

" he said, cracking his knuckles in anticipation.

Demos nodded, his jaw set. "I will not disappoint," he said.

The two men faced each other, their eyes locked in a fierce stare. The air was electric with tension as they circled each other, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Gorthok, fueled by rage and adrenaline, charged at Demos with a mighty roar. Demos, anticipating the attack, dodged to the side and struck Gorthok with a swift punch.

Gorthok stumbled back, his eyes blazing with fury. He swung his massive fist at Demos, who barely dodged the attack. The blow sent shockwaves through the air.

Demos countered with a flurry of punches and kicks, but Gorthok was relentless. He blocked and parried each attack, his own blows landing with crushing force.

The two warriors clashed, their bodies locked in a fierce struggle. They stumbled and fell, rolling across the ground as they exchanged blows.

Demos' fist connected with Gorthok's jaw, sending him stumbling back. But Gorthok refused to yield, his rage and fury driving him forward.

With a mighty roar, Gorthok tackled Demos to the ground, pinning him beneath his massive body. Demos struggled to break free, but Gorthok's grip was like a vice.

Demos, refusing to yield, summoned every last ounce of strength. With a mighty heave, he threw Gorthok off, sending him crashing to the ground.

The two warriors lay there, their bodies battered, bloody and bruised. Demos' eyes locked onto Gorthok, his chest heaving with exhaustion.

Gorthok, his eyes blazing with fury, struggled to his feet. Demos followed, his vision blurring as he stood.

The two warriors faced each other, their chests heaving with exhaustion. The air was heavy with tension as they waited for the perfect moment to strike.

Gorthok, driven by rage and fury, unleashed a devastating attack that sent Demos stumbling back. His massive fists pounded Demos' body, sending him crashing to the ground. Demos' face was a bloody mess, his nose shattered, his eyes swollen shut.

Demos struggled to get back to his feet, but Gorthok's blows kept raining down on him. He was battered and bruised, his vision blurring with each passing moment. His body was covered in bloody gashes, his muscles screaming in agony.

But Demos refused to yield. With a mighty roar, he launched himself at Gorthok, determined to end the fight once and for all. The two warriors clashed, their bodies locked in a fierce struggle. They exchanged blow for blow, each one landing with crushing force.

Gorthok's face was a mask of blood, his eyes gouged out by Demos' fingers. Demos' own face was a bloody mess, his teeth shattered, his jaw broken.

In the end, it was Demos who landed the final blow. With a swift and deadly punch, he struck Gorthok's jaw, sending him crashing to the ground. Gorthok's body lay there, broken and battered, his limbs twisted at unnatural angles.

Demos stood over him, his chest heaving with exhaustion. He was covered in blood, his body battered and bruised. But he was victorious.

Demos speaking:"It's over".

Demos declared, his voice firm and commanding.

Demos speaking:"I'm the victor."

The tribe men , who had been watching the fight in awe, nodded in agreement. They acknowledged Demos as their new leader, and Gorthok as the defeated warrior.

But as soon as he declared victory, Demos' body gave out. He fell to the floor, his vision blurring as he struggled to stay conscious.

The tribe's warriors carefully lifted Demos and Gorthok off the ground, carrying them to a small cave nearby. The cave was cramped and dimly lit, the air thick with the smell of sweat and blood.

The warriors laid Demos and Gorthok on the cold, rocky floor. The tribe's healer, a wise and aged woman named Akira, began to tend to their wounds.

Akira cleaned Demos' wounds, applying a special poultice to his broken jaw. She worked with equal care on Gorthok, cleaning his wounds and applying a soothing balm to his battered face.

As the two warriors lay there, the tribe gathered around them, their faces illuminated only by the faint moonlight through the cave.

"What shall we do with him?" one of the warriors asked, nodding towards Gorthok. "He has brought shame to our tribe."

"We should banish him," another warrior suggested. "Let him fend for himself in the wilderness."

But Akira shook her head.

Akira speaking:"We cannot banish him,

"Gorthok is one of us. We must help him to heal, and to find his way again."

The tribe nodded in agreement, their eyes fixed on Demos and Gorthok.

3 DAYS AFTER

Demos woke up to see the system task Complete

Just as Demos was about to learn more about the system he heard a sudden noise to his left he noticed that he's in a cave and his wounds from his battle were healing at a speed fast to the naked eye that when he realized a unfamiliar person was walking towards him.