A confident footstep echoed through the forest. Adriel was walking, searching for a particular place; as he searched, he found himself listening to moans and intense sounds. "They're close," Adriel thought as he looked for another place.
Soon he spotted a patch that was not earth, but a whitish rock. Ahead of it was the "corridor" where the goblins fought the werewolf, so just below that patch of rock was the cave.
Without thinking twice, he approached and grabbed a few branches and rocks, which he threw into the passageway. Nothing happened, but Adriel knew he had awakened or alerted the werewolf. Slowly but shamelessly, he began to circle the passageway to enter, looking directly into the darkness that covered the sinister creature.
As confident as he appeared, Adriel's legs were shaking, as if a boxer had hit him with a full uppercut to the chin. Even so, he stood "firm" and pretended to expel something so that the scythe would come out of him.
He never wondered how or why he knew how to do that; when he got the scythe, it became as natural and normal to him as breathing. But that wasn't important to him at that moment.
With his legs shaking like a poorly built foundation, he approached the entrance, where he felt an icy chill run down his spine. He held the handle of the scythe in front of him and pointed the tip toward the spot, but nothing attacked.
Even so, Adriel did not relax.
He took two steps back in the same stance, then kicked a medium-sized rock, which made a sharp, dull sound as it hit the darkness of the cave.
Five long seconds passed in silence until the werewolf emerged from his cave. His right leg had some skin torn off and a little blood coming out of it. In his mind, Adriel had hundreds, even thousands, of ideas for attacking, blocking, and holding out, but there was one problem: imagination and reality were different.
With a lightning-fast movement, the beast lunged at Adriel, who put the blunt end to cover his left side as he lowered his body to the right. Using his weight and center of gravity in his left hand, he pushed the top of the scythe to fit it into the werewolf's liver.
Although he almost completely achieved what he wanted, he ended up being stabbed very superficially in his right arm by him. 'It doesn't matter, he took more damage,' Adriel thought as he pulled his scythe out of the beast and propelled himself backwards.
He then held his right arm out horizontally to let his blood drip onto the ground. "Come at me, little beast." Adriel's tone was mocking; extreme confidence seeped through his expression as the werewolf watched him cautiously.
Without taking his eyes off Adriel, the wolf began to walk backwards on all fours. Little by little, he became invisible in the darkness; only the small red glow from the wound left by Adriel could be seen, which also faded away. Adriel began to put leaves on the wound and put them away, always with a sinister smile on his face.
Adriel stayed watching the lake. He waited a full hour to see Steven and Elena arrive, completely exhausted, sweaty, and smelly. After seeing them, Adriel grabbed his scythe and stuck it into his wound, making it bigger and losing more blood.
Then he showed himself to the group. He began to walk deliberately towards Steven and fell on him, staining him with blood. Then he fell on him again, held himself up, and threw leaves with his blood on him, impregnating him with the smell of that essential red liquid that every human needs.
Time passed, the wound stopped bleeding, and Adriel lay down on the ground near the lake, wearing his raincoat and with his eyes closed.
When the dark and sinister night fell on the lake, everyone was asleep, but someone got up: Steven. He went to Amara, who was still asleep. She had been motionless since she arrived, but she was still breathing; in fact, everyone barely spoke so as not to wake her, as they felt it would be wrong to do so.
Carefully, he grabbed Amara's clothes.
She was wearing a shirt with a rose print and large green fabric pants. Making as little noise as possible, he took out his axe, pretending to expel something, and then cut the girl's shirt in two.
Steven's hand trembled with excitement and anticipation of what was about to happen. His hand moved closer to the girl's breasts, covered by her white bra. But a voice stopped him: "What do you think you're doing?" When he turned around, he saw Adriel. He stood firm, his expression betraying incredible contempt.
"None of your business... Did you know that doctors kill our patients in a way? I'm a surgeon, so no, I'm not afraid to kill, and I'm certainly not afraid to face you. I'm sure you know certain weak points of the human body, but I know them by heart. Do you think you can beat me one on one?" Steven sounded crazy as he swung his axe back and forth, rambling on about how killing Adriel would be a piece of cake, even with ideas of how to do it running through his mind.
"Yeah, I guess you're right, in a duel I'm screwed... but... Who said this is a duel? You smell a lot like my blood, you know?" Adriel took out his scythe and used it as a bat to hit a small rock, which hit something in the darkness.
Red eyes that created a feeling of being prey were revealed in the darkness. The werewolf appeared, lunging at Steven with rage. In an attempt to survive, he rammed the axe into the beast, but it wasn't enough to stop it, as his neck was bitten and almost completely devoured.
Desperate, Steven used his last breath to strike the werewolf's stomach with his knee, but the beast began to tear, rip, and devour Steven's flesh.
Adriel saw everything from behind. He approached and cut more of the beast's throat with his scythe, so that shortly after, both "beasts" stopped moving and breathing.
"Congratulations, you've achieved a latent class." Adriel heard a strange voice. Turning around, he saw the system and a window he had never seen before. "Latent class..."