The desert winds howled, carrying with them the ominous promise of nightfall. I stood, heart pounding and muscles aching, as Eldran's dark, piercing eyes bored into mine. His aura was unsettling, a blend of mystery and menace that seemed to seep into my very bones. "What do you mean by 'survive'?" I asked Eldran, my voice quivering despite my best efforts to sound confident.

Eldran's gaze remained fixed on the approaching demons. "Survive," he replied icily, "means exactly what it sounds like. You must endure until dawn."

I gulped, feeling a knot of fear tightening in my stomach. "Endure what?" I pressed, my voice barely above a whisper.

Eldran turned to me, his dark eyes boring into mine. "Those demons are Leyths—the weakest of their kind, they hunt at night because they fear sunlight" he explained. "Your task tonight is simple yet challenging: survive until morning."

With that, Eldran walked away, leaving me to face the demons alone. I watched him go, a sinking feeling settling in the pit of my stomach. I knew I was on my own.

As the sun set and darkness enveloped the desert, I could see the Leyths more clearly. Their sickly gray skin glowed faintly under the moonlight, and their red eyes burned with hunger. Jagged horns and twisted limbs made them look like nightmares made flesh. The sight of them filled me with dread, but also with a burning resolve. I had to survive. For my family, for my vengeance, for myself.

The first Leyth lunged at me, its claws outstretched. I dodged to the side, feeling the weights in my clothes drag me down. I stumbled but managed to stay on my feet. The demon snarled, its eyes locked onto me with a predatory gleam.

"Come on, you bastards," I muttered through gritted teeth. "I'm not going down without a fight."

Stay calm. Use your surroundings. Eldran's words echoed in my mind. I looked around, searching for anything I could use. The desert offered little, but I noticed a cluster of rocks nearby. If I could position myself there, I might have a better chance.

I sprinted towards the rocks, the Leyths close behind. Their guttural growls and the sound of their claws scraping against the sand sent shivers down my spine. I reached the rocks and turned to face them, grabbing a sharp stone from the ground.

The first Leyth leaped at me, and I swung the stone with all my might. It connected with the demon's head, and it let out a pained screech. Blood sprayed, and it stumbled back. But there were more of them, and they were relentless.

"Damn it, why can't you just stay down?" I yelled, my frustration boiling over.

My movements were clumsy and unrefined, each swing and dodge driven by pure desperation. The Leyths were faster and stronger, but I had the advantage of terrain. I maneuvered around the rocks, using them as barriers to slow the demons down.

As the night wore on, my body screamed in protest. Every muscle ached, and my breath came in ragged gasps. The weights in my clothes felt like lead, dragging me down with every step. But I couldn't stop. Stopping meant death.

The Leyths circled me, their eyes glowing with malevolent hunger. One of them lunged, and I barely managed to dodge its claws. I struck out with the stone, hitting its arm. The demon hissed and recoiled, giving me a momentary reprieve.

"Is that all you've got?" I taunted, even as my legs threatened to give out beneath me. "You're going to have to try harder than that!"

My fear was a constant companion, a cold knot in my stomach that threatened to overwhelm me. But I couldn't give in. I had to survive. For my family. For revenge. For the promise of strength that Eldran had dangled before me.

The hours passed in a blur of pain and exhaustion. The Leyths attacked in waves, and I fought back with everything I had. My fighting style was raw and unrefined, driven by sheer willpower and desperation. I used the rocks to my advantage, climbing and jumping to avoid their claws. I threw sand in their eyes, and struck with stones whenever I could.

Each time I landed a blow, it felt like a small victory. But the Leyths were relentless, and I knew I couldn't keep this up forever. My body was nearing its limit, my strength fading with every passing moment.

"Why won't you just die already?" I shouted, swinging the stone at another Leyth.

As the night dragged on, I began to notice something. The Leyths were becoming more sluggish, their movements less coordinated. The first light of dawn was creeping over the horizon, and with it, the promise of survival.

But just as hope began to flicker, the Leyths launched a final, desperate assault. One of them knocked me to the ground, its claws raking across my chest. Pain exploded through me, and I cried out, struggling to fend off the beast. Its jaws snapped inches from my face, the stench of its breath making me gag. I could feel its hunger, its desire to devour me alive.

"Not like this," I growled, fighting back with every ounce of strength I had left. "I won't die here!"

With a surge of adrenaline, I managed to shove it off, rolling to my feet. But more were coming, their red eyes burning with fury. I backed up against the rocks, my breath coming in ragged gasps. This was it. I had done everything I could, but I was outnumbered, outmatched, and utterly exhausted.

The first rays of sunlight pierced the darkness, casting long shadows across the sand. The Leyths hissed in agony, their skin blistering and burning under the light. One by one, they fell, consumed by the very light they feared.

I collapsed to the ground, my body trembling with exhaustion and relief. I had survived the night. The Leyths were gone, their charred remains scattered across the desert.

Eldran approached, his dark aura not as imposing as before. He looked down at me, his expression unreadable. "You survived," he said, his voice devoid of emotion.

I nodded, too exhausted to speak. My body ached, and my mind was a whirlwind of pain and triumph. But I had done it. I had faced the Leyths and lived to see another day.

Eldran's eyes bore into mine, a dark promise hidden within their depths. "This was just the beginning," he said. "Your true training starts now."

As the sun rose over the desert, casting long shadows across the sand, I knew that my journey was far from over. The road ahead would be long and brutal, filled with challenges and dangers I could not yet comprehend. But I was ready. I would endure. I would grow. And one day, I would master the Sutra and avenge my family.

For now, though, I would rest. My body needed time to heal, and my mind needed time to process everything that had happened. The desert, once a place of despair, had become a crucible for my descent to strength. And I was determined to emerge stronger, ready to face whatever came next.