Adriel felt his hand clench into a fist, his stress completely overwhelming him, but he managed to calm down a little. He grabbed his face, his hands clutching his hair, his right hand pressing against his wound, causing him pain.
Feeling this, he was able to suppress his other senses, so he used a lot of his strength in the pressure. Pain was all he could think about at that moment.
With great effort, Adriel was able to move, carrying his body to the opposite side, further away from the lake.
Kael put away his shield when he saw Adriel retreating to turn and look at Amara, whose expression was impossible to see because her face was so badly damaged.
Elena arrived and put her hands over her mouth, but she didn't even open her mouth. Everyone was shocked to an absurd degree, unable to speak. "Ah..." Amara tried to speak, but her cheekbones were so shattered that the pain hit her spontaneously, preventing her from having a single thought because of the pain.
Kael closed his eyes tightly, unable to continue looking at Amara, while Elena sat down, unable to say a word to the girl.
On the other side of the lake, Adriel stood with his hands over his face. His hands and face were covered in blood. He wanted to cry, apologize, beg, and grovel, but he knew that a hunter would not do that, and for him it was better to be what the system asked of him, to potentially kill his friends and remain drowned in that dreamlike sea he had seen.
"A hunter is someone who seems to have no feelings, but he is human, so he could apologize, even if not in an appropriate way." Adriel looked across the lake; the others were discussing what to do about Amara's wound.
His mouth hung open as he thought about everything that had happened: Nico's death, losing his parents, and the system that treated him like a miserable fool. He was in shock for a few moments, feeling an overwhelming urge to sleep, but he refused. He knew that if he gave in to sleep, he would return to that inexplicable ocean.
After a big leap, he stood up, looked south, and headed for the immense forest. "I'm going hunting, then I'll apologize to Amara. I guess that's in line with my vision of a hunter," thought the troubled boy.
The large, powerful oak trees were everywhere. Adriel stood in front of the werewolf's immense cave, took a few soft, small steps until he reached the entrance, where there were hundreds of claw marks, and then went inside.
His enhanced senses allowed him to see in the horrendous darkness that lingered in every corner of the cave. The place was full of bones and dried blood, but there were no blue balls.
A loud noise shook Adriel's spine. He glanced outside the cave, where a team of goblins had gathered: ten with bows, two with books, one with a flag, and fifteen with swords, all pointing at the cave.
Adriel remembered the werewolf's fight with the goblins when he first saw him. 'They've been trying to hunt him for a while.' Adriel summoned his katana in his right hand and his scythe in his left. He tensed his left arm and flexed it backward, then unfolded it and threw his scythe with force, which hit a goblin in the head.
He began to charge at the second one with his sword, piercing its heart with his katana, then let go with one hand and grabbed his scythe and stabbed the goblin closest to him. From that same corpse, he retrieved his sword and threw it at those with bows, fatally striking one.
He hit another goblin to drive it away, kicked two others, stabbed three, and scared them off.
Suddenly, Adriel felt an intense heat that grew stronger with each passing moment, becoming hotter and hotter. At that moment, Adriel remembered the wizard who attacked the werewolf. "There are two," he thought before using his ability, but a stone wall blocked his path in the middle of his dash, breaking his left arm as it hit the wall, and then he was hit by the fireball.
Upon being hit, Adriel recoiled and took off all his clothes. The fingers of his right arm were still burning, but he couldn't afford to stop, so he grabbed his clothes, which were completely engulfed in flames, and threw them at the goblin wizards.
Adriel felt tremendous pain, so much so that he felt like he was going to faint. He wanted to run, cry, and beg. 'But a Hunter wouldn't do that.' Adriel gripped his katana tightly, knowing that if he ran away, he would go completely mad, so he stood in front of them, thinking about how to kill them.
The cold air hit Adriel's entire body, while his right hand felt nothing as it was completely consumed by flames.
With a sharp sound and renewed strength, Adriel cut off a goblin's head, pushed another away, and then impaled him alongside another. Behind them, the clerics were attacking the archers. One of them aimed his bow at the clerics in flames and lit it, so it took them a while to turn around and see how Adriel had already torn apart the vanguard and the flag bearer.
With a numbing calm, Adriel beheaded the last goblins. On that day, the only witness left was the one whose only destinies could be greatness or the most utterly insignificant death.