Isekai Journey Of The Magic Archer

In a dark place filled with red light, some cliché dark sorcery stuff covering the place, weird people wearing black hoods as if of some dark cult, all their eyes pure black, as if void, were preparing for some kind of weird ritual at full pace.

All of them had human-like bodies and aside from their eyes and a strange, unnoticeable layer of black energy covering their skin, they looked normal.

Setting the red crystals that looked like blood crystals all over the place, drawing an absurd-looking magic circle in the middle of this cave-like place with the things being prepared on the left side of this place, they did their work with exciting evil smiles.

Every single one of them was wearing these black hoodies, except for one who was wearing a weird red one and was doing his own stuff on the right side of the cave with a strange-looking statue.

The left side of this place was almost a big alchemy lab, filled with glowing green, red, and yellow fluids.

They were doing the old-fashioned alchemy that looked like chemical witchcraft but, this wasn’t as refined as theirs.

This looked messy, the ingredients used in the processing were disgusting, the liquid in these giant pots was ugly, and more than anything, the flesh, blood, and raw body parts of different beasts they used were… unsightly.

Some of these hooded people were even enjoying the raw flesh and meat, which looked fresh and crimson red.

This side of the room was a mess, but they were doing their work, producing the needed materials in this grand ritual for freedom.

One would never want to watch something gruesome like this, never, and if someone had to describe the things happening in this hell-forsaken place, they could just try their best as even the best narrators would want to gauge out their eyeballs at this scene.

At the very back of this cave-like undergrad place, there was something like a prison and many people were ‘stored’ there, alive but not conscious at all.

Naturally, one could guess what the purpose of these weak people was in this demonic ceremony.

So, the back side of this place was just a storage room for the currently living human sacrifices.

On the right side where the person with the red hood and the statue was… fucked up too.

The one in the red hood was an old-looking bald man, and he was ‘caressing’ every inch of the weird-looking statue.

Gently, carefully, and with extreme pleasure on his face.

His eyes were also pure black, and what he was doing was definitely not something that one even want to know.

The statue was a humanoid creature with three hands, a strong-looking body, three hands holding three different colored crystal balls, bat-like wings, and a beastly, cow-like tail.

The creature’s face was that of a bull and its horns were the only black thing aside from the fully gray body and colorful crystals.

This old bald bastard looked like the leader of this lunatic group and the sticky, black layer of demonic energy was denser on him than the others.

This dark energy was ominous, cold and something that one would instinctively run away from.

He was, naturally, a small villain in a big story, destined to get beaten up by the hero.

Or… maybe just directly killed without him having any chance to even understand what had just happened.

And that hero had already started his work a while ago.

The cleanup of this bunch of lunatics.

There was a butterfly sitting on one of the cave walls some distance away, and her angle was high enough to see a significant part of the entrance to this place.

One butterfly was at the entrance, three at the different angles of the cave, and one outside of this cave.

The cave was made underground and the upper path leading to this place was connected to a single simple-looking house on the edges of the great empire’s capital city.

A while ago, a figure, covered in dark clothing, wearing a black mask that covered his face, a black sword on his waist, and glowing golden eyes had infiltrated this base of the black mages after silently killing the guards.

There were two (tier-3) dark mages guarding the outside of this cave.

Dark mages were different from normal mages. Strong, better at casting, and good with energy manipulation too. The black mages of just this level could go on par with strong mages of one tier higher than them.

This dark-clothed figure, however, didn’t even need more than a moment to just… obliterate them.

He first silently, without any presence, absolutely nothing to his presence, sneaked into the house filled with many traps and alarms without triggering a single one of them.

He moved like a ghost or a shadow and, after reaching the underground passage, his eyes started glowing in a strange golden light. 𝗼𝐯𝐞𝐥．𝐜𝐨𝗺

They currently seemed as if the eyes of some reptilian creature, and the golden glow was somewhat familiar to the ones watching him through the butterfly on the wall.

He swiftly moved down the dark passage, reached the gate of this cave, and waited at the end of the cave.

Maybe he had observed all he needed in the time he was just standing at the entrance without them noticing anything abnormal.

His stealth was unparalleled and just this much was amazing but, that wasn’t all to him.

Some time passed in this entrance and suddenly, when there were just the normal winds blowing from the ventilation system, a black light flashed for a moment.

And, even though the light was just blinding, what it did to the two (tier-3) black mages was definitely unreal…

Two mages were doing their work diligently even though there was nothing in this underground area to worry about but, as this black light flashed, they weren’t just surprised… they had left this world.

Their bodies silently fell to the ground, but there were no heads to these bodies.

They were headless now, and the one that did this had suddenly appeared before the gate behind them as if teleported.

This was genuinely shocking but, this shock didn’t just end there.

Their bodies turned into partials of golden light and these particles flew towards his head, his neck more precisely, and vanished into his dark clothes.

There was blood around where they were killed, black blood no less. The same one that demons had and which polluted nature.

And… this black-clothed person, which looked like some kind of an assassin in that outfit with his sword, started cleaning up the blood with a small unique black cloth that he took out of his storage glove.