His team members went behind him, preparing to attack. The sword Alkaldria laughed and said, “This is your team, a dark and water demi-humans,” looking at the monster and was shocked, “this is the monster which I have been hearing about……….,” Zeomora interrupted him and said, “Cut the story short, why are you here?” The sword Alkaldria said irritated, “You dare come back here after hiding for four months and killing all those innocent souls?” Zeomora said, “I warned them before they attacked me, I told them I didn’t want to fight them?” Becoming even more irritated, “What, you blame all those people you killed out there on themselves, I will surely kill you for what you have done.” Zeomora asked, “That’s so impressive, coming all this way just to kill me. I do believe you came here for something else, am I right?” The mage interrupted and said, “There will be no more explaining for now,” moving forward, “you seem to be too cocky, for a person with low s

                  The assassin ran towards him lowering his hand down, “What are you doing attacking the soldiers?”  Suddenly, more monsters arrived and the soldiers ran away, but the warriors and the adventurers remained behind.                              The sword Alkaldria held his hands together, he breathed heavily, duplicating himself, then floating in the air.  The duplicates sliced the monsters in great speed, splitting their body parts.  The mage created a dragon that breathed out fire, setting the monsters a blaze.  The mage went on top of the dragon and it flew up in the sky, he jumped out of the dragon, but before he reached the ground, he created a sphere that caused an explosion on the monsters, blowin

                  Uhpheldra said, “If we don’t do something quick, they are going to kill her,” Saiberlygh growled in anger, hitting the door several times with all its might and the door opened.  One of the men said, “Impossible, how were you able to open the door.  Only a person with metal class can be able to do something like that,” Zeomora said to himself, ‘So, Zeomora has gained metal class.’  He went to Raivhar and saw that few places in her body were burnt.  Zeomora reached to one of the humans and asked him, “What were you doing with her?”  The man said, “We were killing her, use of dark class is forbidden in this kingdom,” one of the priests looked at her in shock, “But how, why was that spell not effective on her?  She was supposed to be dead by now,” Zeomora grinned and said, &ldqu

Bright flashes of light illuminated the battlefield intermittently, a mesmerizing dance amid the chaos. Amidst the mayhem, some humans, fuelled by sheer adrenaline, discharged their weapons in a frenzied frenzy, their expressions a meld of confusion and grim determination, a harbinger of imminent triumph. At the forefront, a lone elf manipulated the arcane forces at his command, conjuring a shimmering, circular barrier of impenetrable metal with a mere gesture. A pulsating blue gem at its core radiated with an otherworldly light, enveloping the elves in an ethereal shield that deflected the lethal rain of bullets unleashed by the marauding humans. Seizing the initiative, the elf bravely vaulted beyond the protective barrier, his body impervious to harm, a living fortress against the onslaught. With a swift, practised motion, his metallic appendage transformed, striking the ground with an earth-shattering force that sent shockwaves rippling through the ranks of the human burglars. As t

Amid the charged atmosphere, the smuggler who had been in the wreckage raised his voice, venom dripping from his words, "End him! He's earned his fate..." Before he could finish his sentence, a sudden blast silenced him, his head obliterated by lethal force. The ruthless smuggler then turned the weapon towards the elf, an embodiment of unyielding determination.The smuggler engulfed in a silent tempest of fear and greed, fixated on the coveted weapon that lay between them, a prize desired by both sides in equal measure.Before any further developments could unfold, their leader arrived on the scene, flanked by reinforcements, his authoritative presence casting a shadow over the stand-off. "What madness is this, my son? Dispatch the elf and secure the prize," his command cutting through the tension like a whip.As the confrontation escalated, the smuggler recognized the crucial moment at hand, a beacon of opportunity amidst the chaos. Ignoring the hail of bullets and the cacophony of b