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I took a step forward, the damp earth giving slightly beneath my feet. Something about this place felt off. It was more than just a forest. There was an energy here, subtle but pulsing, like the heartbeat of something ancient, something waiting.

And then it appeared again.

Hovering in the air before me, glowing faintly against the gloom, was the familiar blue screen. Another quest. The same one I had seen before—[Protect The Queen (2) The Elven Cry].

But something was different this time. No rewards were listed, just the quest itself, stark and demanding. I frowned, my mind running through possibilities. This was more than just a simple mission. The absence of rewards meant something else was at play, something I wasn\'t seeing yet. But before I could contemplate further, I noticed something else.

I was already in my assassin attire.

The black armor clung to my body, the familiar weight of the twin blades strapped to my sides. The dark fabric of my cloak moved with the breeze, blending me into the shadows of the trees. My body felt different in this outfit—light, agile, prepared for whatever lay ahead. But it wasn\'t just the attire that caught my attention.

There, beside me, kneeling with its massive head bowed low, was my devil hobgoblin servant. The creature\'s grotesque form loomed, its jagged teeth barely visible as it knelt in obedience. But that wasn\'t the strangest part. As I glanced around, I realized there were others.

The undead goblin king was kneeling as well, its hulking body frozen in place, its eyes glowing faintly with the remnants of necromantic energy. Beside it, the three chimeras—Sylara\'s twisted creations—bowed their heads, their mismatched limbs folding beneath them as they too submitted to my presence.

"I didn\'t expect you all to be here as well," I muttered, my voice low, almost to myself.

But they were here. My creations, my servants. Each one a testament to the dark power I had cultivated, and each one bound to me in their own way. They knelt before me, waiting for my command, their monstrous forms out of place in this quiet, ancient forest. And yet, I couldn\'t deny the surge of satisfaction that ran through me at the sight. They were powerful, deadly, and completely under my control.

But still, there was a nagging feeling, a sense of unease that I couldn\'t shake. Why had they been summoned here with me? What was the true nature of this quest, and why did it feel like more than just protecting the queen?

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I glanced at the blue screen again, my mind racing. There were too many unanswered questions, too many pieces of the puzzle still missing. But I knew one thing for sure—this wasn\'t going to be simple. Nothing ever was.

I turned my attention back to the kneeling creatures, my mind already planning. The devil hobgoblin was strong, nearlyinvincible with the right support, and the undead goblin king was a force of nature in its own right. The chimeras, each twisted and powerful in their own way, were perfect for overwhelming enemies. Together, they formed a deadly arsenal, one that could tear through most defenses.

But even with all of them at my command, there was a reason I hadn\'t been relying on them too heavily. Power alone wasn\'t enough. I needed flexibility. I needed control.

I had saved up my store currencies until now for precisely that reason. I still have 4. There was a danger in relying too much on brute strength, on the sheer force of numbers or magic. In every battle, every situation, I needed to be adaptable, able to choose the right power for the right moment. That was how I survived. That was how I won.

And I need the right strength to face the last [Quest] that might appear in the future.

And right now, I needed to be patient. My current strength was enough for now, but I knew it wouldn\'t be forever. My herculean physique gave me the endurance to push through most physical challenges, and the magic pens I had received from Gilgamesh—fire, water, devil, and psychokinesis—offered me a range of offensive and defensive capabilities. But there was more to it than that.

My actual aptitude lay in dark magic and necromancy. These were the skills that truly set me apart, the ones that allowed me to control the dead, to bend the shadows to my will. But even they needed cultivation. If I played my cards right, if I trained these abilities properly, I could become far more powerful than I was now.

But I had to be smart about it.

I looked down at my hands, flexing my fingers as I thought back to the battles before. The royal banquet had nearly killed me. I had been pushed to my absolute limit, using the distortion of magic leftovers left by the great family heads. The magic pens had allowed me to draw the rift, but by the time I poured my own magic into the spell, I had nothing left.

I had been running on fumes, barely able to keep myself upright, let alone cast such a grand spell.

It had been a fluke. Nothing more.

And then, there was the battle with the goblin king. I had stopped it with my psychokinesis, but even that had been a close call. The sheer weight of the goblin king\'s power had nearly crushed me. My left hand, even now, bore the scars of that fight. The psychokinesis carved magic circles on my hand had saved me, but the strain had nearly been too much.

I had pushed myself beyond what I should have, and it had nearly cost me everything.

I couldn\'t afford to be reckless like that again.

My body, despite the herculean physique, wasn\'t invincible. I had limits, and I was dangerously close to reaching them. If I continued on this path, throwing myself into battles without thinking, without planning, I would burn out. My body would give out, and I would be left powerless, unable to fight when it truly mattered.

I sighed, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of my lips. Who would have thought I\'d become this reckless? I could only guess that it was the original Draven\'s influence still lingering in my mind. He had always been headstrong, always charging forward without thinking of the consequences. And now, that same recklessness was beginning to bleed into me.

But I wasn\'t him.

I had learned from his mistakes, from his failures. And I wasn\'t going to make the same ones. Not again.

I looked around the forest, taking in the sight of the towering trees and the thick underbrush. This place was strange, but it was also beautiful in its own way. The air was thick with the scent of moss and earth, the sound of birds and rustling leaves filling the silence.

It was time to move.

"Let\'s find the queen," I muttered, my voice barely a whisper in the quiet of the forest.

The creatures around me stirred at my words, their heads lifting as they waited for my command. I gave them a nod, and they rose to their feet, their massive forms looming over me as they prepared to follow.

I didn\'t know what awaited us in this forest, or what dangers we would face. But one thing was certain—I wouldn\'t let the mistakes of the past define my future. This time, I would be smarter, stronger, and more prepared.

With one final glance at the blue screen, I turned and led my creatures into the forest, the shadows of the trees closing inaround us as we ventured deeper into the unknown.

The trees pressed in on all sides as I moved through the dense forest, the soft crunch of leaves underfoot barely audible amidst the steady rhythm of my heartbeat. The world around me was a mix of shadows and dappled sunlight filtering through the high canopy, the sound of rustling branches and distant bird calls only serving to heighten the quiet tension that gripped the air.

The creatures followed closely, their massive forms silent and watchful, ready to act at a moment\'s notice.

The forest was alive with an eerie energy, thick and unsettling, like the calm before a storm. There was something more here, something lurking just beneath the surface of the trees, hidden yet ever-present. I could feel it in the way the wind shifted, in the way the shadows seemed to move even when nothing else did. It wasn\'t just a feeling. The magic in the air was unmistakable.

The forest was old—older than anything I had encountered before, and it carried with it the weight of ancient power, a power that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

I had no idea where exactly I was or how I had been transported here, but the quest was clear. [Protect The Queen (2) The Elven Cry]. It was no ordinary quest, and it had no promised reward, which meant this was something much bigger than just a simple mission. The queen was involved again, and that meant there was a lot more at stake.

She had given me no clues, no message, no indication of where she might be or what danger she was facing. I didn\'t even know if she was alone, or if there were others protecting her. But I wasn\'t about to fail. Not now. Not after everything I had gone through. I had to find her, and I had to understand why she needed protection.

The queen was powerful in her own right, a ruler not to be underestimated. If she needed help, it meant the threat was real, immediate, and possibly deadly.

"I guess it will be another demon wave,"