Damien rested against the trunk of a massive tree, his head tilted upward as he stared into the thick canopy above. The moonlight barely pierced through the dense foliage, leaving the world around him cloaked in shadows. His breathing was steady now, though his body ached from exhaustion.
A single question played over and over in his mind, gnawing at him:
‘Would I even make it out of here alive?’
He exhaled heavily, his breath forming a faint mist in the cool air. “I know the way,” he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible. “I’m beginning to master every path, every possible route that can be found inside of this damned forest. But leaving isn’t the real problem, is it?”
His hands clenched into fists at his sides, the tension spreading through his weary muscles. “What happens when I do leave? What am I leaving with?” he whispered bitterly.
The Forest of Twin Disasters wasn’t just a treacherous place—it was a nightmare carved into reality. Surrounded by dangerous seas on all sides, it was a death trap for anyone foolish enough to try escaping by water. The creatures lurking beneath the waves, far more monstrous and relentless than what lurked with the forest, made survival almost impossible.
“I could summon Aquila,” Damien said aloud, his voice gaining strength as his thoughts took shape. “The Griffin could take me out of here in an instant. I could fly far away from this place.”
He paused, his fingers digging into the bark of the tree behind him. “But at what cost? Would I even be ready to face what’s waiting for me outside?”
The question hung in the air, unanswered.
Damien tilted his head back, letting his thoughts drift to the life he had left behind. His family. His father. His siblings. His twin brother. Nearly a year had passed since the day he had been left for dead.
“When I see them again…” he muttered, a bitter chuckle escaping his lips. “If I see them again… Will I be strong enough to punish him? My father, the man who sentenced me to die?”
His jaw tightened, the memory of his father’s cold expression searing into his mind. But the bitterness didn’t stop there. His thoughts turned to the God of Mischief, the being whose twisted games had brought him to this cursed forest.
“That bastard,” Damien hissed, his voice filled with venom. “My father might’ve sent me here, but the God of Mischief is the one who made this all possible. The one who pulled the strings.”
His hands unclenched, falling limply to his sides as his anger subsided, replaced by a strange sense of gratitude.
“And yet… if it weren’t for the God of Summons, I wouldn’t even be alive.”
His voice softened, the weight of his words settling over him. The God of Summons had given him a second chance—a chance to survive, to fight, and to grow stronger. But why? Why had such a powerful being chosen *him*?
“Why me?” he wondered aloud, his eyes narrowing as if searching for answers in the darkness. “What makes me so special? What does the God of Summons want from me?”
His thoughts shifted to the system that had come with the deity’s gift. Since its arrival, every mission it assigned had been one of survival, forcing him to claw his way out of life-threatening situations. There had been no guidance, no grand directives, nothing to hint at the system’s ultimate purpose.
“Is it just about growing stronger?” Damien asked himself, his voice filled with doubt. “Or is there something bigger at play? Something I’m not seeing?”
His musings were interrupted by a sudden chime.
Ding!
A glowing notification appeared before him, cutting through the darkness like a beacon.
«You have a new mission! A Main Mission!»
Damien’s breath caught in his throat. He sat upright, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten. “A main mission?” he muttered, his fingers reaching out to open the system panel.
His eyes scanned the text, and as he read, his heart began to race.
«Main Mission: Demon Extinction»
«Description: Humanity is threatened by demons, the spawns of the Dark Gods. The Light Gods are fed up with the stalemate. The God of Summons requests that you lead the demons to extinction during the nearing Demon War!»
«Failure: Death and humanity’s extinction.»
«Rewards: Demonic Essence Cores, Magic Essence Cores, Mythical Summons, Subskills, Mythic-Ranked Materials, Legendary-Ranked Materials…Orb of Ascendancy»
Damien’s eyes locked onto the final reward:
Orb of Ascendancy.
“What is that?” he murmured, tapping on the name in an attempt to get more information.
The system remained silent, offering no description or explanation.
“Of course,” Damien muttered, shaking his head in frustration. But as his annoyance faded, a smirk crept onto his lips.
Demon Extinction.
“So that’s the plan,” he said, his voice low but filled with renewed determination. He rose to his feet, his legs trembling slightly but steady enough to hold him. “They want me to save humanity, huh?”
His smirk widened into a grin, and a faint chuckle escaped him. “Demon Extinction… That was my plan anyway.”
Without hesitation, he summoned Aquila. The Griffin appeared in a flash of light, its majestic form towering over him. Its powerful wings stretched wide as it lowered its head to meet his gaze.
Damien stepped forward, resting a hand against the Griffin’s feathered neck. “You saved my life,” he said softly, his voice filled with gratitude. “Thank you, Aquila.”
The Griffin let out a low, rumbling cry, its intelligent eyes shining with recognition.
Damien chuckled, patting the creature’s neck. “We’re not done yet,” he said firmly. “There’s still a long way to go. But with you and the others by my side…”
He trailed off, his words unnecessary. The fire in his eyes and the determination in his stance said everything.
As the forest around him seemed to darken, Damien knew that he had been given more than just a mission. He had been given a purpose—a reason to live, to grow, and to fight. And he would see it through to the end.