Is this really a Game?!

“Kya!” Raal screams in agony as he spits out a mouthful of blood. The sword had pierced right through the chest with the handle embedding deeply into his flesh. The steel throne was easily pierced as well, as the sword’s blade was sticking out from the back.

“D-don’t,” Raal says weakly as he looks at the slowly approaching Reign. Lightning still flickered around him as his eyes were still shinning with a pale-white color. Reign simply looks at him with no emotion in his eyes. His footsteps were uniform and slow while his face was devoid of any emotion. It was as if the big orc in front of him was nothing more than trash he was about to take out.

“P-please,” Raal says. He tries to lift his arm in an attempt to block Reign’s way. With a simple slash of the scimitar, a couple of fingers fly through the air as Raal screams painfully.

“Please?” Reign looks at the orc who was the same height as him while sitting on the throne. The sheer contempt in his voice was like cold water pouring over Raal’s body. The orc knew that there was no way he would come out of here alive. Gritting his teeth he speaks once again.

“I-I’ll help you, you came here for the anchor point right?” Raal says with a crazed look on his face.

“I’ll show you where it is, I’ll help you take control and-” Before he could finish his sentence he stops as he feels the touch of cold steel on his neck. Reign had put the scimitar’s edge on his neck and looked like he was about to kill him.

“I don’t need you for that, answer me one thing orc,” Reign says coldly. He indeed had no need for Raal’s help as he was able to feel strange mana further away from the city. He had no evidence to further his thoughts but he was fairly certain that it was the so-called anchor point. The mana was hidden previously and only after he had destroyed the illusion that Raal had made was he able to finally feel it. Of course, that was not the only change that happened after the illusion was broken.

“Y-yes.” Raal nods vigorously to Reign. To his minions, he was the cruel and powerful leader of the underground city, a mighty figure that could influence the minds of his enemies and was above all. But in front of stronger beings, Raal was always full of humility, he was an orc that went through hell to achieve his current level and would do anything to survive.

“Your mistress, can you call her?” Reign inches closer to Raal as he smiles viciously. Raal could feel the blood in his body going cold as he looks at Reign’s eyes. The white light that emanated from them gave Reign a mysterious vibe around him and made people subconsciously think of themselves as below him.

“I…ye..w…why?” Raal stumbles with his words as he couldn’t understand the strange request that Reign had. Call his mistress? Why would he ever want to do something like that, did this human go completely crazy and actually thought he could defeat her?

“I asked,” Reign says as he grabs the handle of the sword still pierced through Raal.

“Can you.” With a slow movement, Reign starts twisting the sword in his hand. Raal grits his teeth in pain as he tries his best to withstand the pain.

“Call.”

“Your mistress?”

“Y-Yes!” Raal utters with difficulty as the pain coming from his wound was simply too much for him to handle. With a gentle smile on his face Reign lets go of the sword.

“Then do so,” Reign says with a wide grin on his face. Raal nods but stops as he looks down at the sword still embedded in his chest. Reign notices and calls Beast over.

“Hey, heal him a bit ok?” Reign tells the confused Beast as he steps closer to Raal that was equally confused.

Grabbing the sword firmly Reign swiftly pulls it out of Raal’s chest. Blood starts spurting as Raal groans in pain. Beast immediately steps in and uses the healing magic from his ring. After a couple of seconds, the amount of blood spurting out had already lowered. A couple of minutes later the blood had completely stopped flowing out as a scab had started forming on Raal’s wound.

“That’s enough.” Reign grabs Beast’s arm and stops him from healing Raal any further. He just needed the orc to be healed enough to move and call his mistress over. Of course, Reign already knew that it wouldn’t be the real body of the demon, simply a part of the soul would be sent again to converse with the orc.

Raal goes over to the middle of the battleground. The ritual he needed to perform to call his mistress required fresh blood and flesh to be used. The hobgoblins that were slaughtered mercilessly were more than enough to do so. Raal’s face was scrunched up in seriousness as he performed the necessities for the ritual. His thoughts however were a different story.

“Hehehe, when my mistress descends then these humans will be finished, how arrogant to think you are qualified to call her over.” Raal had drawn a huge magic circle with the blood and flesh of his fallen minions. Sitting down in the middle of it he starts praying as a red mist forms around him.

Several minutes pass before an explosion could be heard. All of the blood mist had fused together to form a ball in the air above the magic circle. With an intense explosion, the blood mist disappears and a translucent, red figure could be seen hovering in the air. Slowly the figure floats down and stops in front of Raal. The translucent figure was like a ghost and no features could be seen on it as the blood mist that formed it was scattered all around it.

“My minion, for you to call me, I presume the task I had given you is finished.” Raal’s body trembles slightly after her words. He knew that he would be a dead orc in a couple of seconds if he couldn’t explain everything to his mistress.

“Well no, I told him to call you, you ugly #” Reign walks toward the figure with a wide smile and steps. The demon looks over to him and everyone could feel an invisible pressure come down on their shoulders as a blood-red wind started blowing from the figure.

“You!” The demon growls in fury as it remembers the human that dared destroy a part of its soul while threatening her. She slowly rises up in the air while all the blood on the floor slowly starts floating in the air.

“I’m glad you remember me,” Reign tells her as his figure disappears into a white blur in the air. In a single instant, he was already in front of the airborne figure with his sword penetrating the stomach. White lightning flickers around as the demon screams in pain.

“I told you that I would destroy all of your soul didn’t I?” Reign looks at her with a crazed look in his eyes.

“Consider this as payback for what you made me go through in that illusion of yours and remember, one day I will find you, and I will make sure that it will be your last.” White light shines brightly as he grabs the figure’s head with his left hand. An incredible amount of lightning bursts out from his arm as the figure lets out a bone-chilling scream before dissipating in the air.

Reign slowly comes back to the shocked Raal.

(I-impossible, mistress’s body was made from pure blood-mana that should be impervious to physical attacks while at the same time being highly resistant to any other form of damage.) 𝒆𝙣𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝙚𝙩

Reign stops in front of him as he looks up. Seeing his now calm face Raal had a bad premonition and quickly started talking.

“Congratu-” A swing of the sword interrupted him. Raal’s head flies through the air as a smile could still be seen on his face.

“That was also payback.” Reign kicks the headless body as he turns around to go to his friends that were looking at him with a weird expression.

“Bro, you alright?” Shadow asks him immediately as Reign looks at him with a confused face.

“Of course, I just thought that it would be nice to inflict more damage to that demon before killing the boss.” He shrugs his shoulders as he simply strolls towards the steel throne.