Aetheric Chronicles: Reborn As An Extra

"You dare to defy me, mortal?" the Sacred Spirit's voice was a thunderous roar, shaking the very walls of the cavern.

Adrian stood his ground, his resolve unshaken. "Yeah, so what? I'm even gonna end you, you fake guardian."

The Sacred Spirit's eyes blazed with fury. "You insolent wretch. You will pay for your defiance with your life."

Adrian felt a surge of determination. "Try me," he challenged, his voice steady and defiant.

With a swift motion, the Sacred Spirit extended its hand, and dark energy crackled around its fingers before launching towards Adrian. But this time, Adrian was prepared. Channeling his restored Aether, he used the reflective barrier spell that absorbed the attack, the dark energy dissipating harmlessly.

The Sacred Spirit's eyes widened in shock. "How can this be? You are just a mere mortal."

Adrian coldly uttered. "That's right, and you are gonna be killed by a mere mortal."

Drawing his sword, now glowing with the energy of his Aether, Adrian charged at the Sacred Spirit. Their clash was intense, light and darkness intertwining in a deadly dance. Each strike from Adrian's sword sent shockwaves through the cavern, while the Sacred Spirit countered with blasts of dark energy.

The children who woke up huddled together, watching the battle in awe and fear. Adrian fought with everything he had, for he needed to protect them. He knew he couldn't afford to lose.

As the battle raged on, Adrian began to sense a pattern in the Sacred Spirit's attacks. He focused, waiting for the right moment. When the Sacred Spirit launched another blast of energy, Adrian dodged and quickly closed the distance, striking at its core.

"ARRRH!" The Sacred Spirit let out a scream of pain and fury, its form flickering. "N-No! This cannot be!"

Adrian pressed his advantage, channeling more Aether into his strikes. With a final, powerful blow, he shattered the Sacred Spirit's core, causing it to dissipate into a cloud of dark energy that slowly faded away.

The cavern fell silent, the oppressive aura lifting. Adrian stood panting, his sword still glowing. He turned to the children, who were now looking at him with hope and relief.

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"It's over," he said, offering them a reassuring smile. "You're safe now."

The children began to cry tears of joy and gratitude, rushing to Adrian and clinging to him. He hugged them back to calm them down.

As he looked around the cavern, he noticed the walls were no longer adorned with dark carvings but instead seemed to be returning to their natural state. The illusion was breaking apart.

Then he returned to the village. However, a shocking surprise was waiting for him when he arrived.

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The once bustling village now seemed eerily quiet, and a strange feeling of time having passed hung in the air.

When they entered the village square, Adrian's eyes widened in shock. The adults had aged significantly, at least fifteen years older than when he had left. The elderly were now frail and on the verge of death. The sight was a stark contrast to the vibrant village he had known.

"Brother!" Lily's voice broke through his thoughts. She came running towards him, tears streaming down her face. "Grandpa is sick! He needs help!"

A cold glint passed through Adrian's eyes as he processed the situation. He had expected some consequences from breaking the illusion(killing the Demonic Spirit), but this was far beyond his imagination. He looked down at Lily, her eyes pleading for him to do something.

Before he could respond, the adults in the village started to notice their return. Murmurs of confusion and anger filled the air. One of the men, his face lined with wrinkles, stepped forward, pointing an accusatory finger at Adrian.

"Why have you returned?" the man demanded, his voice filled with hostility. "You should have stayed with the Sacred Spirit! Because of you, we've become like this!"

Another villager, an elderly woman, chimed in, her voice shaking with rage. "You've cursed us all! Look at what you've done to us!"

The children clung to Adrian, their fear palpable. He stood silently, watching the villagers' anger and resentment boil over. They were ready to attack him, their eyes filled with a mixture of fear and hatred. The children's parents were cursing their flesh and blood in front of his eyes.

Adrian's mind raced as he tried to comprehend the surreal situation. Could such a thing happen in real life? Was this still part of the illusion, or had the Sacred Spirit's influence taken over all of these people?

"Brother, I'm scared?" Lily's voice trembled, pulling him back to the present.

Adrian nodded at her and looked at the villagers.

"The Sacred Spirit you spoke of is now dead. I killed it." He said in a cold voice. "In fact, it wasn't a Sacred spirit at all. But a sly and devious evil spirit. Honestly, I'm not surprised if you didn't know about it. After all, you were willingly sending your children as a sacrifice for the evil spirit.

Tell me, what should I do with you all?"

Adrian's cold words hung in the air, and the weight of the situation pressed down on everyone present.

One of the villagers, a middle-aged woman with a deeply lined face, stepped forward, her eyes filled with a mix of sorrow and desperation. "Please, we didn't know. We thought we were protecting our village. Our ancestors taught us to believe in the Sacred Spirit. We didn't realize it was evil."

Another man, his voice trembling with age and emotion, added, "Our village has been isolated for so long. We followed the traditions passed down to us. We had no choice."

"Y-Yeah, we didn't know that."

"S-Spare us..."

The other villagers started to agreed with them.

However, Adrian's expression got only colder. 'There is no way to fix them.' He was positive they weren't speaking the truth.

"Haha, good job. Keep lying like that. But it's not me who you are lying but yourselves."

Adrian's eyes hardened as he looked over the groveling villagers. "But, you were right about one thing," he said coldly. "You had no choice, because you were cowards."

The villagers flinched at his harsh words, but Adrian didn't relent. "You sacrificed your own children for your comfort and survival. And now you expect forgiveness? No. You don't deserve it."

He turned to the children huddled behind him. "Come on. We're leaving."