............"Sigh... my dear Astrid, how much you have endured because of your poor mother. I am sorry for all the pain I caused you." Liora became sad after hearing about her daughter's suffering.She hugged Astrid tightly, sobbing lightly as she apologized for all the pain Astrid had to endure."No, Mother. It's fine... you don't have to apologize. I did it because you are the only family I have, and I didn't want to lose you," Astrid patted her mother's back, comforting her and trying to ease her guilt."Thank you for everything, my dear. You really make me proud," Liora stopped sobbing and smiled through her tears."Hmm..." Astrid also smiled and let her mother stay like that until Liora let her go."By the way, I never asked what kind of illness I had," Liora suddenly remembered and asked."It was Eternal Slumber Syndrome, caused by Ebonite Venom. That's what our Lord said," Astrid replied."Hmm, Ebonite Venom... so it was really him. I thought I might be overthinking, but it s

............The branches of the Tree of Wisdom tightened around Commander Roland, Anki, and Brian, lifting them slightly off the ground. The air crackled with energy as the tree began to glow brighter, the green light from its leaves intensifying.Aarav watched intently, feeling a growing sense of anticipation.A low hum filled the air, resonating deep within their chests. The tree's branches pulsed with energy, and tendrils of light began to flow from the tree into the three warriors.Their bodies absorbed the energy, their forms outlined in a radiant glow. The tree seemed to be singing, its leaves rustling in a harmonious melody that echoed through the forest.Commander Roland gritted his teeth as the energy surged through him, feeling his muscles tighten and his mind sharpen. Anki’s eyes widened in awe, sensing the changes in her body. Brian clenched his fists, feeling a newfound power coursing through his veins. The tree’s energy was transforming them, elevating them beyond the

............"It's no use beating myself up. I need to make this trash talk and give me information about the rest of his group. There's no way in hell I believe this scum was acting alone; there have to be more bastards like him!" Archbishop Deniel mumbled angrily. He wrapped the robed man in vines and started dragging him towards Amberdale City.A while later, he arrived at the massive wall made of mud and tree vines. Like Quartzgate City, Amberdale had a single entrance with a huge door guarded by several soldiers checking those coming and going. Unlike Quartzgate, this city wasn't crowded. Its dangerous location deterred ordinary people, so only those from the supernatural world ventured here. Even the residents belonged solely to the supernatural side.Passing through the gates after the guards recognized him, Deniel was greeted by the familiar sight of Amberdale. Despite this being his third visit, he was still struck by how the city maintained its medieval culture. Simple h

............Deniel fought with a fierce determination, his every strike driven by the need to eradicate these vermin.The guards of Amberdale, though brave, struggled against the trained and dirty-fighting cultists.In the midst of the chaos, Deniel caught sight of a cultist leader, a tall figure with a sinister smile.Their eyes locked, and Deniel felt a surge of fury. This was the one orchestrating the attacks, the mastermind behind this group of cultists."You...!" With a roar, Deniel charged at the leader."Lightning Snakes... Ice Spears!" Deniel attacked relentlessly, not giving his enemy a chance to breathe."Boom... Crash...!" A thunderous noise erupted, sending dust and debris flying."Cough... cough...!" The cultist leader, caught off guard, staggered and coughed up blood, trying to stand his ground."Where?" Deniel demanded, his voice filled with fury. "Where are the other cultist bastards?"The cultist leader laughed, a chilling sound. "You cannot stop what is coming, Ar

............"Now, now, Elders. Let's calm down and hear the plan first. We can't recklessly charge at them knowing how dangerous they can be. I heard in the last fight more than half of the guards lost their lives against those Cultists, so we must avoid making the same mistake again," spoke up a tall woman with long grey hair worn loose, soothing the hot-headed old men before turning to Archbishop Deniel.She was Healer Ashgrove, a tall, thin woman with long, straight grey hair and a slight ashen hue to her skin. Her dark, reflective eyes conveyed depth and wisdom. She dressed in simple, loose-fitting dresses in neutral tones."Yes, obviously we have a plan, but first we need to meet up with Elder Thistlewood, who is keeping an eye on those Cultists!" nodded Archbishop Deniel, reminding them of the need to gather with Elder Thistlewood before explaining their strategy."Huh... so Elder Thistlewood is already there. Let's go, what are we waiting for? We don't know what those lunatic