MISSION: KILL SCARLETT NOVA

NEAR DEMON REALM

As Scarlett and Captain Rowan stepped through the portal, they emerged into a vast field surrounded by towering trees and scattered boulders. The landscape stretched out before them, seemingly endless, with the imposing silhouette of an immense forest looming in the distance. The Amazon forest paled in comparison to the sheer size of this sprawling wilderness, giving the impression that it stretched on infinitely.

The area was shrouded in an eerie atmosphere, with an otherworldly aura permeating the air. The trees stood tall and ancient, their gnarled branches reaching towards the sky like skeletal fingers clawing at the heavens. Thick vines snaked their way around the trunks, weaving a web of greenery that seemed to pulsate with life.

Massive stones littered the landscape, some jutting out of the ground at odd angles while others lay scattered haphazardly across the field. Their rough surfaces bore the marks of age and weathering, hinting at the passage of time in this desolate realm.

In the distance, the dense expanse of the forest beckoned, its dark depths hinting at untold dangers lurking within. It was no secret that this was the domain of demons and monsters, ruled by the dreaded Six Demon Kings who held sway over their respective territories.

Despite the foreboding presence of the forest, there was no sign of demonic activity in the immediate vicinity. Instead, the only thing that seemed to be happening was the preparation for a hunt—a hunt for a demon.

Without hesitation, Rowan wasted no time in revealing his true intentions, launching a surprise attack on Scarlett's back with his sword. However, to his astonishment, Scarlett effortlessly intercepted his strike with a single hand, not even bothering to look at the blade. With a swift twist of her wrist, she shattered Rowan's sword, one of the strongest in the kingdom, as if it were made of glass.

Observing his failed attempt, Rowan retreated to a safe distance of about 80 meters, a mixture of surprise and amusement evident in his expression. "So, you already suspected our plans to kill you. Quite intelligent for a succubus," he remarked, his tone tinged with respect.

Scarlett turned to face Rowan, a mischievous grin playing on her lips as she chuckled. "Suspected? It was blatantly obvious, even to a child," she quipped, her confidence unwavering.

Rowan's laughter rang out, though it held a hint of resignation. "Hehe... it matters not now. I'm not the only one here to end your life. We are a team of twelve, backed by an army of two hundred thousand soldiers. While we couldn't teleport the entire army, they will arrive in approximately an hour. Once they do, your fate will be sealed."

As Rowan's words echoed through the air, the veil of stealth magic dissipated, revealing the remaining eleven warriors poised for battle.

Perched atop a distant tree, an ethereal elf stood with elegance, wielding a grand bow adorned with shimmering gems that caught the light. (I'm giving everyone's names and a little info to make it easy to understand)

<Name:Lirianne Aerendir Silverleaf>

<Title Class: Spatial Archer>

<Info.: An High elf and Strongest Archer on her village>

At the forefront were a pair of female magicians clad in verdant robes, their hands grasping oversized wands crackling with magical energy.

<Name: Elaraith Thalorien Galanodel and Aranelle Elanoriel Starfall>

<Title Class : High Mages>

<Info. : Mages from Royal palace>

To their right stood a set of twins, identical in every way, donned in sturdy armor and gauntlets, their faces resolute with determination

<Name : Galadriel Aelindel Nightwhisper and Velaeriel nightwhisper>

<Title Class : Twin Gauntlet Fighting style>

<Info. : A+ Rank adventurers>

On the left side of the mages, two young swordsmen brandished long, magical swords, their gazes focused and unwavering.

<Name: Finwe Caladhel Moonshadow and Thranduil Eolande Sunfire.>

<Title Class : Sun and Moon Sword Style>

A figure cloaked in black robes reminiscent of a dark magician loomed nearby, though no aura of sinister energy emanated from him.

<Name:Amroth Lórien Silversong>

<Class: Binder Trapper>

<Info. : Famous mage known for binding Even S-rank monsters>

Beside him stood a teenage beast-girl, her youthful appearance belying the cocky confidence radiating from her demeanor.

<Name: Lyra Beastfolk>

<Class : Beserker>

< Info. :S-Class adventurer>

Hovering above them all was a girl suspended in mid-air, a faint green aura enveloping her form, hinting at the peculiar nature of her magic.

<Name : Nenya Tindómë Riverbreeze>

<Class : Telekinesis>

<Info. : Known for her able to use only one skill>

Yet, among this formidable group, one figure stood apart. Though not the strongest or most skilled fighter, she held a vital role as the group's healer.

As a human lacking the regenerative abilities of monsters and demons, her mastery of healing magic was indispensable. Behind the warriors stood a priestess, her presence essential for bolstering the group with her healing spells.

Beside her were around a hundred individuals dressed in white garments, their eyes covered by blindfolds and their hands bound by ropes—a grim reminder of their status as sacrifices.

<Name: Aranelle Elanoriel Starfall>

<Class : High priest>

<Info : Rather than healing magic, she is Famous for using people's life force instead of mana>

The priestess's voice rang out with authority, commanding the group to assume their positions and prepare for the impending confrontation. With a solemn expression, she declared their objective: to eliminate their Scarlet, even before the arrival of the army.

As she uttered a chant, the atmosphere crackled with an ominous energy. Suddenly, the tattoo-like seal placed on Scarlett by Saintess Clare began to glow, its intricate patterns pulsating with an otherworldly light. The seal expanded rapidly, spreading across Scarlett's skin until it covered half of her belly and reached up to her neck.

Alert messages flashed in Scarlett's mind, each one more alarming than the last.

< The ninth-class seal had been activated, locking all of her skills for a duration of one hour. >

Her mana reserves plummeted to a mere 1%, leaving her feeling weakened and vulnerable.

<Mana 4100 :>

Time remaining until seal 's effect will end : 59 minutes

Gasping in shock, Scarlett stumbled backwards, her mind racing with disbelief and realization. "Shit," she muttered under her breath, her heart sinking as she recalled Ingrassia's warning about Saintess Clare's true intentions. "I should never have trusted Clare in the first place."

"I suppose there's no avoiding it," Scarlett murmured as she removed her blindfold, revealing her striking blue and red eyes with monstrous cat-like pupils.

Despite being among the strongest individuals in the kingdom, the group lacked coordination and camaraderie. Each member acted independently, driven by their own motives and egos.

As Layra, the beast girl, noticed the activation of the seal, her cocky demeanor intensified. With a burst of overconfidence, she launched herself at Scarlett from above, aiming a powerful punch at her target.

"Didn't your parents teach you not mess with humans, Filthy succubus?"

In response, Scarlett remained eerily calm, her gaze fixated on Layra as she slowly raised her head to meet her attacker's eyes. A bone-chilling grin spread across her face as she delivered a chilling retort.

"Yep, they didn't teach me," she said, her voice dripping with menace, "because I killed them before they could even teach me."

The aura of death emanating from Scarlett was palpable, sending shivers down Lyra's spine. Her entire body trembled uncontrollably, her breaths shallow and rapid. With each step Scarlett took towards her, Lyra found herself involuntarily retreating, her movements driven by instinctual fear. The ground seemed to quake beneath her feet as she stumbled backward, eventually crashing into the thick trunks of nearby trees.

As terror gripped her, Lyra struggled to compose herself, her voice trembling as she spoke. "Huff...Huff... Everyone said she is beautiful, but her face... It's like pure evil."

It felt like we are the ones being hunted down".

The realization dawned on Lyra that they were the ones being hunted, not Scarlett. Panic surged within her, threatening to overwhelm her senses as she grappled with the terrifying truth of their situation.

Meanwhile, Scarlett assessed her options with a cool-headed resolve. The prospect of escape loomed large in her mind, presenting her with two choices. The first option was to utilize wind magic to flee deep into the demon realm, but her dwindling mana reserves rendered this plan impractical.

The second option involved using her wings to fly, but Scarlett quickly realized she lacked the necessary knowledge and experience to execute such a maneuver effectively, she never even bother to see her own wings.

With escape seemingly out of reach, Scarlett steeled herself for the inevitable confrontation, knowing that her only chance at survival lay in confronting her adversaries head-on and seizing any opportunity to escape.

Time remaining : 55 minutes

The priestess, recognizing the urgency of the situation, wasted no time in implementing her plan. With a solemn expression, she began chanting in an ancient language, her voice resonating with power and purpose.

As her incantations grew in intensity, the hundred individuals standing behind her began to falter, one by one succumbing to the overwhelming force of the ritual. More than half of them perished, their life force swiftly drained and absorbed by the priestess.

As she casted her magic a Alert messages flashed in Scarlett's mind, each one more alarming than the last.

<Alert : Status effect magic is used, resisting the>

<Alert : All skill are locked, resistance failed>

<Alert : Strength decreased by 70%>

<Alert : Speed reduced by 60%>

<Alert–....< p>

Again With a grim determination, the priestess continued her arcane chanting, her words echoing through the air like a haunting melody. The remaining sacrifices met the same fate, their essence consumed by the priestess's magic.

"Status boost," the priestess declared, her voice ringing with authority as she unleashed the full extent of her newfound strength. The warriors under her command felt a surge of energy course through their bodies, their muscles tensing with newfound power as they prepared to face their formidable adversary.

In a commanding tone, the priestess addressed her companions, her words laced with urgency and resolve. "Don't even think of underestimating her," she warned, her gaze steely with determination. "Have you ever seen a female demon with horns as large as hers? Use all your trump cards from the start."

With a determined glint in her eye, Archer Lirianne wasted no time in unleashing her trump card.

Drawing her bow taut, she took aim at Scarlett, her focus unwavering as she prepared to release the lethal projectile. In response, Scarlett braced herself, her muscles coiled with anticipation, ready to intercept the incoming arrow.

Yet, to Scarlett's astonishment, the arrow vanished into thin air before her very eyes, leaving her momentarily bewildered. Before she could react, a rift in space-time materialized behind her, a swirling vortex of energy that seemed to defy the laws of nature.

In a split second, two arrows emerged from the rift, hurtling towards Scarlett with deadly precision. The first found its mark, piercing her neck with chilling accuracy, while the second struck true, burying itself deep into her heart.

<Alert 11 : The headed serpent's vanom has entered the body>

<Alert : The thousand legged centipede's venom has entered the body>

'What the fuck....it was venomous arrow?"

Time remaining : 50 minutes

Despite the mortal wounds, Scarlett's demonic resilience prevailed, her body refusing to yield to the onslaught. Sensing an opportunity, Amroth, the binding magician, seized the moment, weaving his arcane bindings with practiced precision.

From the very earth beneath Scarlett's feet, ethereal chains erupted, snaring her in their vice-like grip and leaving her momentarily immobilized.

With Scarlett momentarily restrained, the twin warriors, Galadriel and Velaeriel, seized the opportunity to launch their devastating assault. With synchronized precision, they descended upon Scarlett like a tempest, their fists a blur of motion as they unleashed a relentless barrage of strikes.

Each blow landed with bone-crushing force, the sheer impact reverberating through the air with explosive intensity. With each strike, the ground trembled, nearby stones breaked under the sheer force of their onslaught.

As the battle intensified, Elaraith, one of the female magicians, raised her voice above the chaos, commanding the twin warriors to retreat from their relentless assault. With a nod of compliance, the twins withdrew, creating an opening for the magicians to unleash their arcane might.

With a resounding cry, Elaraith began her incantation, her words infused with raw power as she called upon the elements to heed her command. "Lightning fall!" she exclaimed, her voice echoing across the battlefield.

In response, the sky above darkened, ominous clouds swirling into existence as crackling bolts of lightning danced within their depths. With a deafening roar, fifteen lightning strikes descended from the heavens, converging upon Scarlett with unrelenting force.

Yet, even as the lightning rained down upon her, Scarlett remained steadfast, her resilience tested but unbroken. As the thunderous onslaught subsided, Aranelle, the second magician, stepped forward to unleash her own brand of devastation upon the battlefield.

"Rain of Fire!" she declared, her voice a clarion call to the inferno that lay dormant within her. With a wave of her hand, she summoned forth a deluge of fiery projectiles, each one a searing beacon of destruction hurtling towards their target. As the fireballs plummeted from the sky, they struck the earth with explosive force, igniting the very ground upon which Scarlett stood.

The air crackled with heat and intensity, the acrid scent of smoke and burning embers filling the atmosphere. As the flames consumed the battlefield, Scarlett found herself engulfed in a maelstrom of elemental fury, her surroundings transformed into a landscape of destruction and chaos. Yet, even amidst the inferno, her resolve remained unyielding, her determination unwavering in the face of overwhelming odds.

The priestess, her eyes widening in shock, could scarcely believe what she was witnessing. Mouth agape, she stumbled backward, her mind struggling to comprehend the impossible reality before her.

"All of her skills are locked," she muttered incredulously, her voice tinged with disbelief. "No pain nullification... And on top of that, I've reduced almost seventy percent of her strength."

The gravity of the situation began to sink in as the priestess recounted the sheer magnitude of the assault unleashed upon Scarlett.

Two arrows, each laced with the deadliest poisons known to the kingdom of Darwitz, had pierced her neck and heart. The infamous Gauntlet twins, renowned for their bone-crushing prowess, had unleashed their devastating combo skill upon her.

Fifteen lightning strikes had descended from the heavens, followed by the fury of the highest-ranking fireball magic in human history.

Yet, despite the overwhelming barrage of attacks, Scarlett remained resolute. Her presence was a testament to her indomitable will, her face betraying no hint of the agony she must surely be enduring. In the face of unimaginable pain and suffering, she stood tall, her defiance a beacon of strength amidst the chaos.

"What the hell..." the priestess exclaimed, her voice trembling with disbelief. "How is she still standing?"

In that moment, Scarlett defied all expectations, her unwavering resolve casting a shadow of doubt over the certainty of her demise.

Scarlett's lips curled into a bone-chilling grin, her laughter echoing through the battlefield with a menacing tone. "Bwahaha.... Hahaha...."

Her laughter sent shivers down the spines of those around her, as they watched in disbelief at her unnerving demeanor.

"It's been so long since I felt like this," Scarlett mused between laughs, her eyes gleaming with a twisted delight. "Just what kind of magic is this? It's not just damaging my body but also my soul. They never taught me anything like this at the academy."

The observers stood frozen, unable to comprehend the depths of Scarlett's psychopathic nature.

Time remaining : 38 minutes

The Swordsman Finwe and Thranduil stepped forward, unsheathing their magic swords with determination. Charging at Scarlett with their sun and moon style, they prepared to strike.

"We don't like to hurt a woman, but it can't be helped," Finwe declared solemnly.

As their swords transformed into fire and ice, they executed precise and elegant movements, slashing Scarlett's body simultaneously. But to everyone's astonishment, their swords shattered upon contact with Scarlett's skin.

Before they could react, Scarlett swiftly seized the opportunity, driving their heads together with a brutal force. Their heads exploded like balloons, blood splattering across Scarlett's body, staining her bandages crimson.

Despite the merciless act, Scarlett's expression remained devoid of guilt, a chilling grin spreading across her face. "Bwahaha.... 2 down, 10 to go. Hahaha..."

Beast-girl Layra gasped in shock, her body trembling as she took a step back in disbelief. She turned to Archer Lirianne, who had managed to pierce Scarlett's body with her arrows.

"Hey Elf, their swords didn't even make a scratch on her, but how did your arrows pierce her body?" Layra questioned, her voice tinged with desperation.

With fear evident in her trembling body, Lirianne managed to reply, "Tha–that two arrows were made of etherium, one of the toughest metals found in the elf's village."

Layra's eyes gleamed with hope at the mention of etherium. "Then what are you waiting for, shoot her," she urged.

However, trembling with fear, Lirianne hesitated. "Do you even know how rare etherium is? Most humans haven't even seen one. I only had two."

Realizing the futility of the conversation, Layra redirected her attention to the battlefield, knowing they had to focus on the fight ahead.

As Layra shifted her attention back to the battlefield, her eyes widened in shock as Scarlett's words reached her ears.

"When it comes to one versus a whole group fighting, you should kill the most important person first," Scarlett proclaimed.

Confusion clouded Layra's mind as she pondered over who exactly the most important person could be. Before she could grasp the situation, Scarlett swiftly removed the arrow that had pierced her neck. With a powerful stance and a surge of strength, Scarlett launched the arrow with deadly precision.

A gasp escaped Layra's lips as the arrow whizzed past her face, creating a shockwave in its wake. She thought she had narrowly avoided the arrow, but her relief was short-lived. The realization dawned on everyone that the arrow was not meant for Layra but for the most crucial person in their group – the Priestess.

Scarlett's laughter echoed through the battlefield as the arrow struck its target with lethal accuracy, piercing the Priestess's head and ending her life in an instant.

"In group fighting, you should kill the healer First!" Scarlett's laughter filled the air as Layra and the others watched in horror at the Priestess's demise. The shock of the moment shattered Lirianne's composure, and she frantically searched for an escape route, fleeing from the battlefield to preserve her own life.

Time remaining : 25 minutes

The Gauntlet twins stepped forward, brimming with confidence as they charged at Scarlett once more, their Combo skill at the ready. But this time, Scarlett was unbound, and she effortlessly blocked each of their strikes with disdain evident on her face.

With a disappointed expression, she scoffed, "You call this pitiful fighting style the Gauntlet Combo skill? Allow me to demonstrate a true fighting style."

Taking on a basic boxer stance, Scarlett moved with incredible speed, unleashing a devastating combo on Galadriel. In a fraction of a second, she delivered a barrage of strikes – a right straight punch, a left straight punch, a jab, a lateral flash, a hook, a cross elbow, an elbow raising, a partial knee, and finally, a flying knee.

Galadriel's chest caved in, blood spewing from his broken face as consciousness abandoned him, and he crumpled to the ground in a bloody heap.

Without missing a beat, Scarlett turned her attention to Velaeriel, unleashing her Taekwondo combo with lethal precision. She delivered a cut kick, followed by a push kick, and as she landed her final move – a 360-degree jump axe kick – Velaeriel's head was cleanly separated from his body, instilling fear in the hearts of the remaining adversaries.

Time remaining : 15 minutes

Captain Rowan and the mages trembled with fear, realizing the direness of the situation. Sensing an opportunity, the binding magician, Amroth, summoned forth his highest tier binding magic once more, conjuring magic chains from the ground to ensnare Scarlett.

Taking advantage of Scarlett's momentarily restrained state, the S-rank Adventurer, Beast-girl Lyra, gathered all her mana into her hand, preparing to deliver a finishing blow with a devastating punch.

Dark red mana emanated from Lyra's hand, the air thick with pressure as she unleashed her punch on Scarlett's belly. The force was so great that it caused the air to crack, sending shockwaves rippling outwards, crushing everything in its path within a hundred-meter radius.

Scarlett coughed up blood, her ears ringing from the impact, but she remained defiant, her smile unwavering. With a surge of strength, she shattered the chains that bound her and seized Lyra by the head, lifting her into the air with ease.

In the face of Scarlett's overwhelming strength, Lyra struggled desperately, but it was futile. Scarlett's grin widened as she effortlessly separated Lyra's head from her body, the blood spurting out in a gruesome display. To the horror of onlookers, Scarlett drank the blood voraciously, reveling in her own madness.

"Bwahaha... I never knew blood could taste this good," Scarlett chuckled darkly, her eyes gleaming with malice. "Six down, and one coward ran off. That leaves five more to go."

Time remaining : 7 minutes

This time, all eyes turned to Nenya Tindómë Riverbreeze, the girl with the power of telekinesis. Despite having only one skill, there was no denying her strength among the group.

Hovering high in the clouds, Nenya issued a warning to everyone below, urging them to flee from the approaching danger. With her announcement, panic ensued as everyone scattered in all directions, seeking safety from the impending threat.

Utilizing her telekinesis, Nenya summoned a massive meteoroid from the depths of the sky, its size comparable to that of a cricket stadium. As it hurtled towards Scarlett with deadly intent, Scarlett remained unfazed, having anticipated such a situation.

In a swift motion, Scarlett invoked her Spatial Inventory magic, summoning forth the Heavy Sword of the Giants' Leader. Channeling all her mana into the blade, she ignited it with flames, creating an aura of fire that extended over twenty feet in length.

Addressing Nenya with a taunting smirk, Scarlett remarked, "So, your power is telekinesis? Trying to imitate Tatsumaki from One Punch Man? Sorry, girl, but I prefer Fubuki."

With a basic sword stance in mind, Scarlett unleashed a powerful straight slash with all her might, imbuing it with flames.

"Blaze Slash!"

A wave of dark orange and yellow energy erupted from her sword, slicing through not only the entire meteoroid but also cleaving through Nenya herself with devastating force, cutting both her and the meteoroid in two.

Time remaining : 2 minutes

Scarlett's sword could not withstand the overwhelming force of her slash and shattered into pieces, her hand crushed under the strain. With her body pushed to its limits, blood flowed incessantly from her mouth, ears, and eyes.

Kneeling in exhaustion, Scarlett braced herself as the pair of mages charged at her, unleashing their mid-level magic with the last remnants of their mana. Knowing she could only take down one opponent in her weakened state, Scarlett identified her target: Captain Rowan, the one who had infuriated her the most.

As Rowan charged at her with his second sword, Scarlett intercepted his attack, seizing his weapon with her damaged hand. With a grim determination, she addressed him, "You are the one that pisses me off the most."

Grasping Rowan's head firmly, Scarlett began to run, dragging him along and rubbing his head against the unforgiving ground. Summoning the last shreds of her strength, she hurled him away, sending him crashing into the surrounding trees with bone-shattering force. By the time he came to rest, his head was already half rubbed off from the impact, leaving him incapacitated and defeated.

As Scarlett braced herself to confront the remaining adversaries, a grim twist of fate descended upon her—a calamitous arrival. The ground quaked beneath the weight of an army numbering 200,000 strong, their unified chants resonating ominously through the air.

"Thump, thump, thump."

The approaching multitude heralded an overwhelming force, casting a shadow of impending doom over Scarlett. With her strength waning, she found herself defenseless against the onslaught.

The binding mage, in concert with the female mages, channeled their collective mana to unleash a devastating barrage of magic. A searing fire bolt, fueled by their combined power, crashed upon Scarlett's head, engulfing the area in billowing smoke.

Amidst the chaos, the commander of the army stepped forward, his voice cutting through the haze of battle.

"Ms. Elaraith, Ms. Aranelle, have you vanquished the demon?"

Elaraith's response came swift and sure, concealing the truth beneath a veil of deception.

"Yes, through the sacrifice of many, we have succeeded in eliminating Scarlett Nova."

Upon hearing the announcement, a surge of elation swept through the ranks of the army. Cheers erupted, and some even began to dance in jubilation. But their celebration was abruptly cut short as the smokescreen of victory dissipated.

With the countdown reaching its final moments, the seal that had bound Scarlett dissipated into oblivion.

Time remaining : 0.00 seconds

The effect of seal vanished

"ROAAAAARRRR!"

The deafening roar that followed shook the very foundations of the battlefield, reverberating through the air with an intensity that left the entire army reeling. Soldiers dropped to their knees, clutching their ears in agony as blood trickled from them, the sheer force of the sound overwhelming their senses.

Scarlett stood amidst the chaos, a towering figure radiating a menacing aura of crimson death. Her eyes blazed with an otherworldly light, a fiery red glow emanating from them, instilling fear in all who beheld her. Once a single horn, now joined by a crimson counterpart, Makinng a pair of Vibrant blue and Crimson red horn, adorned her forehead, adding to her terrifying visage.

Unbeknownst to Scarlett, her red-eyed gaze induced a primal fear in those who met her gaze, driving many to the brink of madness. Some soldiers, unable to withstand the terror, shut their eyes tightly in a desperate attempt to shield themselves.

Amidst the confusion, panicked voices rose among the soldiers.

"It's a roar! How can this be?"

"Only dragons can produce such a sound! Is she a demon or a beast?"

Unheeding of their inquiries, Scarlett muttered under her breath, torn between two choices: to fight against the entire army while regenerating her body with mana, or to unleash the full extent of her mana and flee to the safety of the demon realm.

Scarlett opted for the second option, her resolve firm as she planted her right leg back and shifted her weight slightly to the west. With a deep inhalation, she summoned every last ounce of mana within her being, channeling it into her clenched fist.

As she gathered the tremendous energy, the very earth beneath her quaked in anticipation, fissures spreading like veins across the ground. The air grew thin and oppressive, suffused with a palpable tension that left onlookers gasping for breath.

The royal mages, Elaraith and Aranelle, trembled in abject fear at the sight of Scarlett amassing her power. Their voices quavered as they issued a desperate command to the assembled forces.

"R-run! Everyone, run as fast as you can!"

In a frenzy of panic, humans and demi-humans alike scattered, fleeing for their lives. But their efforts were in vain, for Scarlett had already unleashed the full extent of her devastating might.

With an otherworldly force, she unleashed her signature technique: the Blaze Punch.

A colossal wave of crimson fire surged forth, its searing heat consuming everything in its path. The flames towered over the battlefield, engulfing more than three-quarters of the 200,000-strong army in a blazing inferno of destruction.

Scarlett paid no heed to the carnage she wrought, her only focus on escaping to the safety of the demon realm. With every ounce of strength left in her broken body, she fled deeper into the forest, her path obscured by the billowing smoke and flames.

The deadly poison coursing through her veins continued to ravage her body, its corrosive effects countered only by her innate regenerative abilities. Blood flowed freely from her mouth, ears, and eyes, a grim testament to the harrowing ordeal she had endured.

Scarlett's body teetered on the brink of collapse, her legs refusing to bear her weight any longer. With a final exertion of willpower, she collapsed to the ground, her body wracked with exhaustion. Determined not to succumb to defeat, she began to crawl, her movements slow and laborious as she desperately sought aid.

"Huff...huff... Just one healing potion... I can make it," she muttered through ragged breaths, her resolve unyielding even as her consciousness waned.

But her body, battered and broken, betrayed her resolve, and she felt herself slipping into unconsciousness against her will. Her vision blurred, darkness encroaching upon her senses as her eyelids grew heavy.

Just as she felt herself on the brink of oblivion, a figure appeared before her. It was no larger than a child, With no skin or flesh on his body, its movements eerily silent. In its hand, it held a rusted sword, a grim harbinger of Scarlett's fate.

"Huh? A skeleton?" Scarlett murmured weakly, her voice barely above a whisper. "After defeating an fucking army, am I to meet my end at the hands of a mere skeleton?

"What an pathetic end..."