The intense glow of the magic circle enveloped Antares, and a feeling of pressure invaded his body, as if he were being torn from the bowels of reality. The last thing he saw before he disappeared completely was Rias' victorious smile, with Akeno by her side, his eyes shining with an expression that defied reason. Akeno's soft whisper sounded like a promise, something enigmatic that was lost in the void.
[You have been given a mission.]
The system's message flashed briefly before his eyes, but he barely had time to process it. The teleportation was activated, and his body was crushed by the force of an immense whirlpool. The solid ground was not the only impact he suffered, but a sensation of being torn between worlds, a pain that pierced his very essence. Then everything fell silent.
When the storm ceased, he fell heavily onto dark, cold stones. The air, thick and rancid, enveloped him like a cloud of death and decay. He took a deep breath, the nauseating smell of rotting flesh and sulphur burning his nostrils. His eyes opened and stared at a desolate scene. All around him, Gothic ruins stood like the scars of an ancient world, crumbling under the weight of a long-forgotten evil. The sky above him was a turbulent red veil, with lightning tearing through the darkness in violent bursts.
"What is this?" he snarled, anger boiling in his veins as he stood up, shaking the dust from his clothes. His body was on high alert, every muscle vibrating with primitive energy. He felt he was not only in a new place, but in a forbidden one, a dimension corrupted by the very essence of destruction.
"Survive... or die." He laughed ironically. "Do you really think this is a threat?" He looked to the horizon, where the lightning of a hellish storm was tearing through the red sky. The demonic castle loomed imposingly in the distance, a cursed fortress that seemed to pulsate with a life of its own. It wasn't the first time he had seen something like this, but he knew it would be a different kind of battle, one that would test his limits.
He checked his status with a confident smile. Level 7 was still low, but far from useless. He had the power to defeat anyone who crossed his path, and his demonic essence was ready to explode.
[STATUS]
[Name]: Hyoudou Issei (Antares)
[Profession]: None
[Title]: None
[HP]: 230 / 230
[MP]: 220 / 220
[Level]: 7
[STR]: 27
[AGI]: 22
[SENSE]: 32
[VIT]: 23
[INT]: 22
[Available Points]: 7
He felt the strength in his body, and the energy pulsed through his veins. "HAHAHAHA!" His laughter echoed, and he raised his hands, releasing his demonic essence. The gauntlets on his hands glowed with an intense red light, and the ground beneath his feet seemed to tremble. The force within him grew, and he knew his power was about to expand in ways even he couldn't fully comprehend.
But before he could focus on the fight ahead, a malignant presence emerged from the shadows before him. He didn't need more than a glance to identify the threat. The undead soldiers crawled from the darkness, their sharp claws reflecting the dim light of the environment. The smell of rotting flesh and decomposition filled the air as the creatures approached.
[Entity detected: Undead Soldiers.]
[Estimated Level: 10 - 15.]
Antares furrowed his brow and assessed the creatures in front of him. They were weak, far too weak, but the fight would be interesting. His eyes gleamed with a mixture of pleasure and cruelty. He felt the power of his demonic essence bubbling within him, waiting to be unleashed. These creatures weren't worthy of his attention, but he was tired of being moderate.
"Don't make me laugh," Antares growled, his body vibrating with energy. "I am the death you fear!"
The demonic power concentrated in his hands, and a wave of dark energy spread around him, covering the battlefield in deep darkness. He was at home here; the castle was just another place to destroy, another challenge to overcome.
The undead soldiers advanced, but he didn't hesitate. The first to approach him was torn to pieces by the force of an energy blade that materialized from his gauntlets. The red glow of the blade cut through the air, and the creature was split in half with brutal precision.
"You are pathetic," Antares mocked as his hand rose again, a flow of dark mana accumulating around him. He wasn't interested in small enemies. He wanted more. He wanted to test the limits of his power.
The rest of the soldiers, seeing the devastating power of Antares, hesitated for a moment. But soon, more creatures emerged from the shadows, a legion of undead eager to face the newcomer. They were weak, but they were many. Antares knew that if he wanted to survive in this place, he would need to grow stronger, and what better way to do so than by absorbing the energy of the souls falling before him?
He charged forward, releasing a battle cry, while his gauntlets sliced through the air with ease, annihilating the enemies in his path. Each of his movements became faster, more precise, and his demonic energy increased with every life he took.
"This... is just the beginning," Antares said to himself, his eyes burning with a fierce light. "I will dominate this castle."
Antares was in a frenzy, his eyes blazing with an intensity so fierce it was as if destruction itself fueled his body. The demon castle around him was a labyrinth of shadows, but he saw nothing but the enemies before him.
Adrenaline and the desire for battle flowed through his veins, and the pain of the fight only made him stronger.
The Boosted Gear, now on his arm, pulsed with incomprehensible energy. He could feel the power flowing into him, granting him strength, speed, and a destructive momentum that was beyond anything he had ever experienced.
[BOOST!]
The word echoed in his mind, and with it, Antares charged forward, the explosion of power that followed making the ground tremble beneath his feet. He leaped forward, the enemies around him barely having time to react. His eyes burned with uncontrollable fury, and the smile on his face widened, like a predator that had just spotted its prey.
The first undead soldier that tried to block his way was crushed with a single blow from his gauntlet, the energy from the Boosted Gear intensifying his strength. He moved so fast that the monster didn't have time to react, its body being shattered by the impact.
"This... is getting fun!" Antares roared, his voice filled with savagery. He jumped to the next enemy, one of the skeletal monsters, and used a burst of dark mana to push it back. Without giving the soldier time to regroup, Antares descended with a demonic energy blade, cutting the monster in two with a fluid and brutal motion.
[BOOST!]
Another surge of power propelled him forward even faster. Antares used his enhanced speed to launch himself at a group of undead trying to surround him. He spun in the air, the energy from his gauntlet unleashed in a devastating energy slash that cleaved three of them in half with one move. The enemies fell without even understanding what had happened.
"What a joke!" Antares shouted, another wild grin forming on his face. With every enemy that fell, the fury inside him grew. Each strike, each movement, made him drunk on violence, more eager for destruction. He was in a state of pure ecstasy, the chaos around him feeding his insatiable thirst for battle.
The monsters began to form a line in front of him, attempting to organize for a coordinated offensive, but none of it seemed to matter. With a war cry, Antares leapt once again, shattering the enemy's line with a death-defying jump. He used the Boosted Gear to amplify his strength even further, his gauntlets cutting through the air with lethal precision. The creatures could barely react before they were torn apart.
"They're all going to die!" he shouted with a manic laugh as he spun through the air, unleashing bursts of demonic energy in all directions. The power exploded, incinerating everything in its path. The black flames of his energy consumed the bodies of the creatures, leaving nothing but ashes.
[BOOST!]
Each time the Boosted Gear was activated, Antares' power seemed to grow exponentially. He leapt from mob to mob, his speed and strength increasing with each new enemy that fell. The shadows trembled before him, as if the castle itself was aware of the devastating power he was unleashing.
He was no longer thinking, no longer reasoning. Fury, the need to destroy, completely consumed him. The power of the Boosted Gear enveloped him like a cloak of pure annihilation. He was a wild animal on the hunt, without limits, without mercy. Every movement was a dance of destruction, a choreography of death.
The ground beneath his feet cracked with every leap, and the walls around him disintegrated under the force of his energy. The castle, with its ancient and imposing architecture, began to crumble, collapsing as Antares continued his march of destruction.
"I'm going to destroy everything!" he shouted, his laughter echoing through the castle, a mixture of madness and delight. "There's nothing that can stop me!"
He cut through another line of undead, the monsters obliterated in an explosion of light and darkness, their bodies falling like dead leaves. The Boosted Gear still resonated in his body, fueling him with infinite power.
But he no longer cared about what was in front of him. He was no longer fighting to survive. He was fighting to feel the pleasure of destruction. To watch the world crumble under his power.
[BOOST!]
The power of the Boosted Gear roared once more, and Antares advanced even faster, leaping into the center of a room full of enemies. He was at his peak, his body an uncontrollable machine of destruction. His fists were raised like warhammers, crushing enemies in a shower of blood and bones.
He saw nothing now, only the next enemy, the next blow, the next step towards total annihilation. The castle, the undead, everything disappeared before his might, and Antares saw himself as the only being who truly dominated this place.
"I am the end... I am destruction!" he roared, his voice echoing through the ruined castle. Chaos was his domain, and no one would dare challenge him.
Madness, violence and power intertwined in his mind, and the world around him disintegrated, a victim of Antares' fury. He became the storm, the thunder, destruction incarnate.
"Ah... how I've missed this..." he murmured as the scent of Chaos began to permeate his nostrils...
"I want more..."
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