Chapter 7 Final Struggle Part 1
With a deafening roar, kaelvren hurled himself into the horde. There is no time to think no chances to hesitation.
His dagger Swing like a thunder in the dark sky, carving through the first creature in his path—a Shadow Wolf lunging straight for his throat. At the last second, he twisted like a snake and nearly feeling the beast's hot breath near his skin before he drove his blade deep down into its neck. Blood sprayed across his face, warm and thick, as the wolf collapsed, twitching violently while its life drained away.
>Ding!
[You have slain a harbinger Shadow Wolf.]
[You have obtained a defence-type Artifact.]
The system's voice echoed in his mind.
A sudden sensation coursed through his body.his wounds were closing which he knew was not a common thing but it was a good thing because His right arm, which had been a source of a pain in his whole body was now having a relief of pain. It seems that Every kill sent a strange surge of energy through him, making him faster, sharper. But at the same time, his stamina plummeted. His breathing grew heavier, muscles screaming from overuse.
kaelvren yanked his dagger free and turned—only to find another predator already upon him.
A Plague Hound, its rotting flesh barely clinging to its bones, lunged straight for kaelvren .
He barely had time to react. In that movement desperation has taken over his body. He kicked out, his boot colliding with the hound's jaw with a sickening crack. But that monster barely had flinched. Instead, it twisted mid-air, jaws snapping, and clamped its fangs deep into his calf.
Agony exploded through his body.
kaelvren screamed as he felt the beast's teeth grind against his bone. His vision going blank, his muscles trembled, but he forced himself to move he had to he had to fight. With shaking hands, he raised his dagger and drove it down again and again into the hound's skull. Each strike sent painful tremors through his arm, but he didn't stop—not until the beast gave one final twitch and fell still.
>Ding!
[You have slain an Abyssborne Plague Hound.]
His breath was ragged. His leg burned like fire, his stamina draining with every passing second. But there was no time to stop.
More were coming.
A smaller creature lunged at him, its tiny body moving like a blur. kaelvren reacted instantly—his dagger flashed, slicing through the air. The monster's body split apart mid-leap, its lifeless remains scattering across the ground.
But before he could recover, a new threat emerged.
A Bone Vulture swooped down from above, skeletal wings slicing through the air. Its razor-sharp talons raked across kaelvren 's back, shredding through flesh, leaving deep crimson lines. He stumbled forward, barely keeping his balance.
Focus. Keep moving.
The vulture circled back, preparing for another strike. kaelvren gritted his teeth, muscles coiling like a spring. He tightened his grip on his dagger, waiting. Timing was everything.
The second the creature dived, he struck.
Blade met flesh.
The vulture shrieked, its body flailing wildly as kaelvren 's dagger tore through its throat. Blood gushed from the wound as the monster crashed into the ground, twitching before falling still.
>Ding!
[You have slain a Ravager Bone Vulture.]
[You have obtained a Utility-type Artifact.]
While this battle raged on, a thought crept into Kaelvren's mind—a chilling realization.
This is it. This is where I die.
And yet, he did not fear it.
So be it. But if I die, I die as a warrior. I die fighting.
His grip tightened around his dagger as he was preparing for his next assault. But before he could react, a new monster appear a Gorefiend which had charged toward him.
A hulking mass of muscle and hunger.
The ground trembled under its weight.
Kaelvren barely had time to register its presence before the creature slammed into him with bone-crushing force. The impact sent him flying. With that his body hit the ground hard his Bones rattled were has His lungs gasping for the air.
Pain flared through every fiber of his being, but he had no time to recover. The Gorefiend was already upon his head as Its massive claw wrapped around his throat, lifting him off the ground as if lifting a ragdoll. It's pressure was unbearable.his vision darkened, his lungs screamed for air. He attack with His dagger which resulted into uselessness, it's barely scratching the beast's thick hide.
The strength of the creature was beyond anything he had faced.
He was going to die.
No. Not like this.
With that he Summons every ounce of his strength, Kaelvren brought his knee up and slammed it into the Gorefiend's ribs with a deafening roar.
The monster barely flinched.
Desperation took over. He clawed at its face, his fingers jamming into its eyes.
The Gorefiend howled, its grip loosening just slightly.
That was all he needed.
Kaelvren twisted his dagger with ease, then delivered a single, precise strike—driving it straight into the beast's eye socket.
A shriek tore through the battlefield.
The monster staggered, its massive hands clawing at its ruined face. Kaelvren didn't give it a chance to recover.
With this advantage He lunged.
His dagger plunged deep into the monster's throat.
He twisted.
The blade cut through muscle and bone until—**with a sickening crack—**it tore free.
The Gorefiend gurgled, its massive frame convulsing.
Then—it collapsed, lifeless.
>Ding!
[You have slain an Abyssborne Gorefiend.]
[You have obtained a Weapon-Type Artifact.]
Kaelvren fell to his knees, gasping.
His body was ruined. His vision blurred from blood loss. Every limb screamed in agony. His wounds were too deep—too severe.
He wasn't going to last much longer.
Yet, the monsters kept coming.
His strength was failing.
His dagger started to felt heavier.
The world around him around him started swaying.
From the shadows, a Harbinger rank Abomination emerged a grotesque, towering mass of writhing tendrils and hollow, soulless eyes.
It locked onto him, hunger dripping from its gaping maw.
Kaelvren tried to stand.
His legs refused.
The Abomination lunged.
A sudden Pain erupted inside his torso.
Claws of Abomination pierced his the abdomen, lifting him into the air.
His breath hitched.
His fingers trembled.
Blood pooled in his mouth.
The monster held him there, savoring the moment. Its maw stretched open, foul breath washing over his face, reeking of decay.
He was dying.
His body was failing.
His mind was slipping.
But then—a spark ignited in his vision.
A notification flashed before his eyes.
>Ding!
[You have partially unlocked your bloodline.]
A faint blue glow flickered around Kaelvren's body like a thunder spark in a human form. It was brief, almost unnoticeable, but in that instant, everything changed. The claws of Abomination, buried deep in his torso, hesitated. For a fraction of a second, the beast flinched.
The sensation—it wasn't pain. It was something else. Something that made the creature wary.
But Kaelvren didn't have time to think.
Instinct took over.
With that Kaelvren once again was Summoning every last shred of his strength, he wrenched his arm free and drove his dagger into the creature's throat.
The Abomination recoiled, letting out a shriek of agony. Its grip loosened. Kaelvren fell, crashing into the ground.
Pain exploded through his ruined body.
His ribs were shattered. His lungs burned. His vision swam.
Move. I have to move.
But his limbs refused to obey. His body had reached its limit.
The battle wasn't over, but his strength was gone.
The monsters around him sensed it.
The growls grew louder.
The snarls surrounded him.
More creatures lunged.
But before they could reach him—
The ground beneath him disappeared.
Kaelvren's body plummeted.
The battlefield vanished above him, replaced by a dark abyss.
He was falling.
The cliff had crumbled beneath him.
And now—there was nothing but the void below.
The wind echo inside his ears.
It was a wild, merciless force, screaming past him as he plummeted through the abyss. His body tumbled, weightless, broken in ripples of agony. His consciousness wavered, slipping further with every second.
Yet, even as the darkness swallowed him, even as the monsters above watched from the cliff's edge, Kaelvren grinned.
Weak but Defiant.
Blood start to trickles from his lips as he let out his breath.
"Come and get me, you damn dogs…"
His voice was barely more than a whisper, drowned by the wind.
"I'm not dying in your mouths hahaha ."
And then—his vision blurred.
A haze settled over his mind.
A single thought flickered in the dying embers of his awareness—
If word ever reached the real world…
If people knew that he had single-handedly—literally single-handedly—slain Rank 1, Rank 2, even Rank 3 monsters…
They would call him a prodigy.
A genius unlike any before him.
But none of it mattered.
Not anymore.
Because now—
He was dying.
And what was the point of it all?
He had sworn—promised himself—that he would never suffer.
Never fall.
Not like his parents had.
Yet here he was.
Falling.
Just like them.
The wind howled.
His eyelids grew heavy.
His limbs numb.
And as the abyss swallowed him—
Kaelvren closed his eyes.