Shoulders slouch, all Clifford can do was follow the two lively youths, as they went their merry way into the cathedral.Yet his eyes remained keen on the structures surrounding them.Within the entire town, the place stood out loud, being the only one having walls of stone.It also had an extensive garden, filled with flowering plants, vegetables, and a vineyard.What truly caught his sights were the murals and statues adoring it.It was the image of a woman with a large ring behind her, arms stretched out as if enticing someone to be in her embrace.It wouldn’t have been a cause for concern if he had not seen the sculptures and paintings.As the picture on it reminded him of the sphere, he saw in the void. And from the looks of it, the figure could be the deity of that kingdom.“What class do you think sir Clifford belongs to?”Arty couldn’t help his enthusiasm and excitement. Just imagining about it was making his insides giddy. Also, there was this sense of ease within him, knowin

Atop the balcony on the highest part of a castle. King Brell Briskworn looks down upon his domain. The wrinkle in his eyes increasing as a smile formed on his face, seeing the number of additional houses being built.Merchants flocked from different parts of the country, along with travelers and royals. There have also been more commoners walking on the streets, filling almost every corner of the city.Their kingdom was progressing perfectly, and it was all thanks to having all twelve heroes there. It made the mass feel secured, knowing they had powerful and godlike individuals on their side.All of this provided a beneficial effect on their land. As they were gaining more popularity, along with being respected and feared.The sound of creaking double doors open broke through the peace and silence of the room. Before loud clacking foot steps continued in.Yet the royal did not falter or bother to look. Confident with the number of guards stationed inside with him.A young man, Altron

Clifford was gaping in awe as he stepped into the castle halls. White marble pillars dawned on them upon stepping inside.All laced with intricately designed crimson curtains interwoven with golden linings. A red carpet set on the middle of the floor to greet them.People lined up from each side, some wearing those frilly medieval clothing, others dressed in just the same rags he was in. Yet all of them were murmuring, whispering to one another as they gave them condescending gazes.He had to swallow hard to force the uncontrolled pumping in his chest, needing to remove the lump that had formed because of it.The number of onlookers made him uncomfortable, as he was never good at being the center of attraction. But even with his heart racing, his mind remained collected, driving his legs to move on their own to follow the royal guards.“Welcome to Salemhide, sir otherworlder. I am Brell Briskworn, ruler of this magnificent land. We have been awaiting your arrival.”The king wore his b

As expected, most of the participants teamed up on the second half of the contest, considering it is a free for all. And for those like Clifford, who are alone, this was a total disadvantage.He tried to converse and create a connection, hoping to at least find some allies, but most of the people there had remained aloof.This did not surprise him, since many of the contenders have become wary of him after his little show during the first part of the match. Of course, that came with a price, nearly depleting his hp.As of the moment, he remains with about only half of his life points. And even with his healing, it was taking sometime for him to recover fully.“And now. For our second event.”The announcer’s voice echoed through the coliseum, jolting all of them to their senses, as everyone’s attention shifted to the middle of the place.The earth shook, parts of it rising, forming into a giant stage. The walls followed, creating a maze like structure within the wide platform.“A free

Fifteen percent showed on his life bar. His mana somehow turned into five, but blinking. So he was recovering a little.He began shaking, pulling, and kicking. He shook, pulled, and kicked, but they tied him well, and he had not recovered his strength yet.It was only when he heard footsteps from afar did he stop, shifting his attention to the approaching shadows.Several individuals garbed in odd brown robes walk towards him, their faces hidden by the veil of darkness.“His awake!”The first one spoke with a voice deep and grunt.“What? How’d that happened?”The second states with the same deepness, yet having a more weak and wheezing tone.“Hush, just put him back to sleep.”The third had a higher pitch and softer in demeanor. Also, having an odd and smaller shape than the others.“Is that really necessary? We cannot waste anymore time. Why not proceed with this?”The first scoffs.There was more argument between the group as their companions joined in.Clifford’s face turned pale,