Requiem Of A Failed Hero

Deep within the heart of the ant-infested realm. The chamber that housed his throne exuded an air of solemnity and authority. In this empyrean domain, the tunnels intertwined like a labyrinth, an intricate network that hummed with life. Walls adorned with intricate carvings showcased the collective wisdom of the ants. Luminescent fungi, softly pulsating with gentle light, illuminated the majestic chamber, casting an otherworldly glow upon the regal figure seated on the throne.

A mesmerizing embodiment of anthropomorphic elegance possessed an undeniable aura of command. His visage, remarkably human in every way, bore the weight of wisdom etched into his countenance.

Silken robes, resplendent in hues of gold and crimson, cascaded down the monarch’s form, billowing like a regal river of fabric. Each delicate thread seemed to whisper tales of royalty and exquisitely, woven with the utmost care to honor the legacy of their ruler.

“I sense the presence of a strong one outside.” His deep and gravelly voice rumbled through the chamber, commanding the air.

“My king, do you will it that I should deal with this?”

The red ant came out of the darkness that was in front of the human ant sitting on the throne.

Having gotten a name, his physiological features had completely changed from that of an ant to that of a human.

“Hm,” He rested his jaw on one hand.

“Go, do as you deem fit”

“No, my king!!” Allow me to do your bidding! I will kill the strong human!” The other purple ant also crawled out of the darkness, standing hunched and glaring at the red ant who returned the gesture with a menacing look adorned by the blue clothes he tied to his head.

“You have a duty of organization. If we will surpass the civilization of humans, it is imperative that we keep the structure and be diligent in our duties. Your duty is to supervise the collection of data from the brains of humans while Red’s duty is to fend off invaders.”

The purplish ant bowed in reverence and slowly backstepped into the darkness.

“Now, go do your thing once and for all.” The ant said, sending him away with his hand gesture.

…

Now that Raith had done his path which was saving whatever survivor he had left, the main thing was now entering the gate.

The wyvern sank into the dark shadow that was cast on the floor as he landed.

The agents that were in charge of the gate but had taken a tent as far away from the ants as possible finally reached Raith. They were wearing German army uniforms and seemed to be more with the military than with the association.

Well, then again countries like Germany and Russia and several others like that build an army of hunters. Although hunters are serving in the Korean army, they were not deeply involved in the gate and hunter business and had given complete oversight to the Hunters Association.

Like six of them approached Raith and were carrying black suitcases.

They got to Raith and bowed before one of them began to brief him.

“This is a protective gear for you, sir. It is made with the stron–

“It’s fine.”

Raith said, interrupting the man’s briefing.

“Sir but–

He paused as Raith’s cold and deep gaze fell on him.

‘I should try out the items I received from defeating Thard-Harl’s brother, test them out before selling them at the very least… now, that I think about it. The last ones I sold them for quite a big amount, although the money was useless to an extent. But I’m curious how much these will cost’ Raith mused in his mind with a soft smile across his face as he thought about money.

“I will be back soon,” Raith said as he walked forward and his figure soon drowned into the gate, ripples could be seen as he entered as though one was entering a pool of water that was vertical instead of horizontal.

One of the soldiers shook as the cold seeped into his bones, as they exhaled vocally, warm steam escaped from their mouths.

“What really was that monster?” The man said looking at the frozen terrain.”

“What are we going to do about the hidden camera? We were supposed to make sure that he accepts the gear because of the camera?” Another one of them said.

“Did you see those eyes? You wanted me to make sure he collected the gears with that kind of eyes?” The man turned away, his hands shivering as he remembered the cold gaze and the deepness he saw when his eyes met Raith’s eyes.

…

A dark world, with dark lands and large holes that seem big enough to fit a trailer, was what unfolded before his eyes as he entered the gate. Countless tunnels, meticulously carved through the earth crisscrossed the landscape forming a labyrinthine network that seemed to stretch to infinity and all of those tunnels were right beneath the ground Raith was standing on.

Raith could feel the endless movement of countless ants, it created some sort of choreographic sound.

He looked down and looked straight at the number of holes that were there. They truly were immeasurable and spread as far and wide as the land itself spread.

“They are coming for me,” Raith muttered as he could feel the ants’ movement coming closer to him.

“Come forth… Infantry.” Raith specificity called forth only certain soldiers– only, the foot soldiers, the orcs, and the golems mainly. Every creature that did not meet Raith’s standard of strength was expelled to eradicate his army of any weak sides and to create more space. A new kind of orcs could be seen amidst the orcs, they had a larger build than the initial orc-kind death soldiers that Raith had. They were the red orcs that Raith had killed himself and were, large, with red burning manes and red streaks running all over their chest and face like lightning.

And this squad was led by the red orc chief who was now named ‘Irish’ after the darkness of his soul was harvested by Raith.

Raith stood with an army of black spreading to his left and right, warmed up and ready to fight.

As the ants began to come out of the holes, the dreadful war between ants and Raith’s army of darkness started.