Reborn as a side character with a system

Into the Dark

Chapter 25

Night had fully taken over, swallowing the forest in a mouth of black ink. All the men rested in their tents, snoring, dreaming, escaping the reality of what awaited them at dawn.

All except one.

She moved like smoke through the trees, a black cape wrapped tight around her body, the hood pulled low to hide her face. She jumped from branch to branch without sound, without weight, a shadow given form. Her eyes scanned the darkness below, searching, cataloging, memorizing.

She came to a halt atop the tallest oak, crouching low, her breath misting in the cold air.

Below her, wolves prowled.

No ordinary wolves. These were Shadowmaw Beasts, the deadliest predators in the forest. Their fur was black as void, rippling with red patterns that pulsed like living veins, as if fire flowed beneath their skin. Their eyes glowed amber in the dark, ancient and hungry, and when they moved, the shadows themselves seemed to bend around them.

"Considering they're at the edge of the forest, it's best to assume they're the final stage," she whispered, her voice barely stirring the leaves. "Only Tier 8 can handle them. And lucky us, we have one."

She watched them stalk in circles, their paws silent against the moss, their jaws dripping with saliva that hissed when it touched stone.

"Well, my scout is complete. Best I head back to the others."

Just as she turned to leave, something caught her eye.

Lights. Distant, flickering, moving through the trees miles away. Not firelight. Something colder. Something organized.

"Those lights... Could it be..."

Her heart quickened. Without a second thought, she leaped into the darkness, tree to tree, faster than before, urgency burning in her chest.

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Inside Nolan's tent, he sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes closed, his breathing slow and deep. The air around him hummed with barely contained mana, purple and gold swirling in invisible currents.

The tent flap rustled. Footsteps echoed inside. Light, careful, trained.

"I believe you've done what I've asked for..." Nolan spoke without opening his eyes.

"Yes, I have."

The figure removed her cape, revealing Isabella's face, flushed from running, her hair matted with sweat and leaves.

"What have you found?" Nolan stood, walking to a small table where a jug of water waited. He poured himself a glass, drank slowly, then turned to face her.

"Everything is just as you mentioned." Isabella's smile was brief. "With the army we've got now, it would take at least four days to reach the end of the forest. But with casualties around forty-five percent, add three more days."

"It's just as you said. A week to complete the raid. But..." Her face shifted, the smile fading into something darker. Concern.

"Go on..." Nolan raised a brow.

"Lights. From far north, heading this direction. Well, toward the cave, to be more precise."

"Hmm... Is that so." Nolan hummed, taking another sip of water, his expression unreadable. "It looks as though they've made their move as well."

He turned away from her, staring at the tent wall as if he could see through it, through the forest, through time itself.

"Looks like we're getting closer to the beginning of the novel."

A small smile touched his lips.

"Well, time to change the narrative."

He set down the glass, the sound sharp in the quiet tent.

"Do not bother yourself with where they're going. You did well. You should go rest now."

He dismissed the whole situation without explanation, without context, without trust.

Isabella opened her mouth, wanting to ask, wanting to understand. But she saw the set of his shoulders, the wall he had built around himself. She simply bowed and walked away, her cape trailing behind her like a question mark.

Nolan stared at the tent flap long after she left, letting out a small breath he didn't know he'd been holding.

"Hard to tell why I even want to save him, or even change the situation. But it's for the best, I guess."

He lay down on his thin bedroll, staring at the canvas ceiling, and let exhaustion pull him under.

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Morning came with the scream of birds and the clash of armor.

Nolan walked out of his tent and froze.

The army stood before him, all two hundred, armor buckled on, swords drawn and gleaming in the pale dawn. They looked like men who had accepted their deaths and decided to meet them standing.

"It looks as though my boys are ready for death... Hehe. Well, that's more like it. Let's move."

He took a step forward, then stopped. A hand gripped his shoulder, tight and unyielding.

"Huh?"

He turned his head to find his trusted allies standing behind him, shoulder to shoulder, wearing expressions that made his stomach drop.

"Where do you think you're going, wearing that noble clothing?" Ralph asked, his grin wide and mischievous, the look of a man about to do something terrible.

Nolan's eyes darted to Isabella and Hilda. Both wore matching smiles, sweet and dangerous.

Sweat beaded on his forehead. He forced out a smile, weak and wavering.

"This... isn't going to end well."

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A few minutes later, Nolan walked out of his tent wearing light armor, dark as midnight, fitted close to his body like a second skin. It was assassin's gear, flexible leather reinforced with thin plates of enchanted steel at the chest, shoulders, and knees. The material drank the light, making him seem to blur at the edges, a ghost in human form. Straps crossed his torso, holding daggers and small vials. The hood hung loose at his neck, ready to be pulled up.

His eyes held the look of a person who had seen trauma inside that tent. The look of a noble boy who had been wrestled into practical clothes by people who cared more about his survival than his dignity.

"Who knew simple stuff could bring such disaster," he muttered, his eyes full of tiredness. "Alright, this is where we break formation. Issabella and her group, you take the south section. Hilda, you take the north. Ralph, the east is yours. I'll take the west. Now move!"

The teams split into groups of fifty, each led by a single commander. With that, the raid began.

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"Come on! Four men to one beast!" Ralph roared, his sword flashing through the air.

His team battled a troop of monkeys. Or what looked like monkeys. Their fur was matted and gray, their bodies twisted with muscle, but their eyes, their eyes were pits of black, swirling with a dark radiant aura that seemed to suck the light from the world.

These were Void Howlers, known for their impossible speed and crushing strength. They moved in packs, coordinated, intelligent, their screeches echoing through the trees like breaking glass.

Ralph moved like water, his sword precise and deadly. Each strike found its mark, each parry turned an attack into an opening. He killed with one blow, then spun to help a knight who had fallen, his shield rising just in time to block claws that would have torn the boy's throat out.

The battle raged for more than thirty minutes, a chaos of steel and fur and screams.

Then silence.

The Void Howlers lay dead, their black blood pooling in the dirt. Ralph's men collapsed where they stood, gasping, their armor dented, their faces pale.

"Hard to believe this is just the start of the west section," one knight said between heavy breaths, his voice hollow.

Ralph stood tall, his sword stabbed into the earth, his hand gripping the hilt. His cape billowed in the small wind that cut through the trees. He stared ahead at the path continuing deeper into the forest, darker and more dangerous.

His jaw tightened.

This was only the beginning.