Hunted by Characters I Drew!!

"Attack!" 

"Charge forward!" 

"Kill it!" 

The cries of desperate adventurers filled the air as they surged forward like a tide. With no way back, they had only one choice: press onward, no matter the cost. 

Amid the chaos, Artemis struggled to maintain her composure. Her familia fought valiantly, and though many were injured along the way, they avoided fatal casualties for the moment. This gave Artemis a fleeting sense of relief—but that relief was short-lived. 

Before her appeared ten monstrous scorpions of terrifying size. 

One scorpion, a towering black behemoth, stood out. Its body was marked with glowing red magical runes. The seals that should have bound it had completely disappeared. Wielding massive pincers, it gazed at the adventurers with a predator's intent.

"Antares! It has completely broken the seal! How is this possible!?" 

The Antaresn's overwhelming aura crushed Artemis's hopes. She had believed they were fighting a weakened, sealed monster. But no—this was Antares at its peak, or perhaps even stronger, having evolved while hidden away. 

"Has it been gathering energy all this time?" Artemis wondered, her heart sinking. 

Her thoughts were interrupted as her familia, unaware of Antares's true might, charged ahead. These brave souls, who hadn't witnessed the horrors of the ancient battle, had no idea how fearsome their foe truly was. 

And then... 

Boom!

Antares moved with terrifying power. A single swing of its massive pincers generated a gale force that hurled the advancing adventurers into the air. Many were slammed to the ground, knocked unconscious. 

Its deadly stinger lashed out like a spear, piercing straight through one adventurer's body. Blood splattered onto Artemis's white skirt, staining it a deep crimson. 

"This… this can't be happening!" 

Artemis stood frozen, her hands trembling. Despair gripped her as she realized the fate of her children. Against this monstrous Antares, death seemed inevitable. Without a miracle, this massacre was unstoppable. 

But wait—a miracle! 

Artemis's gaze snapped to Alexander, who stood calmly behind her. Desperation consumed her as she clutched his arm, her voice shaking. 

"Please... please save them!" 

Artemis didn't fear death herself. Gods could be resurrected in the heavens. But her familia—her innocent, brave followers—had no such luxury. They didn't deserve to pay the price for her recklessness. 

Alexander, however, remained unfazed. He sighed as if witnessing yet another predictable tragedy. 

"Why is it that people only realize their mistakes when it's too late?" he muttered, shaking his head. 

"I was wrong! I was truly wrong! Please, save them!" Artemis pleaded. 

Hestia, standing nearby, was stunned. Never had she seen her proud, independent friend beg—let alone for mortals. In the past, gods often dismissed human lives as insignificant. 

"Artemis... has changed," Hestia murmured, realizing how much her friend had grown.

Alexander shrugged at the pleading goddess, his expression indifferent. Without a word, he stepped forward, passing by Artemis as he walked toward the monstrous Antares. 

As he moved, radiant feathers of pure light began to fall from the sky, scattering across the battlefield. Where the feathers landed, injured adventurers were miraculously healed. Those who had been on the brink of death regained consciousness, their wounds vanishing in moments. 

This was no ordinary recovery—it was the Angel's Healing, a divine miracle. 

The holy light caught Antares's attention. The massive Antaresn turned toward Alexander, its instincts raging at the provocation. With a sharp hiss, its stinger whipped forward at blinding speed, aiming straight for Alexander's chest. Even a Level 5 adventurer couldn't dodge such an attack. 

"Look out!" Artemis cried, panic flashing in her eyes. She couldn't bear the thought of Alexander, who had come to their aid, being killed because of her. 

But Alexander didn't move. He didn't flinch or even attempt to dodge. 

Clang! 

The sound of impact echoed through the ruins as the deadly stinger struck Alexander. He casually brushed at the spot where it had hit, revealing nothing but a faint red mark—no wound, no blood. 

"That's it? It doesn't even hurt as much as a mosquito bite," Alexander said, his tone almost mocking. 

Antares froze. It couldn't comprehend what had just happened. Its stinger, capable of splitting mountains and shattering armor, had done nothing to this man. 

Am I weak? No, that can't be it... This guy—he's a monster! 

Antares's confusion turned to terror as it realized the truth: the being before it wasn't an ordinary human or adventurer. It was facing an opponent beyond comprehension. 

"Am I the monster, or is he?" Antares thought, its arrogance and confidence crumbling.