Nicholas gritted his teeth as the old woman’s hand dug deeper into his back, sending waves of searing pain through his body. "Whatever you're doing, you need to stop right now" Nicholas said through gritted teeth.The old woman laughed and she stayed put and kept on her assault, not caring about the huge amount of pain she was inflicting on her prey.If anything, she was enjoying doing this kind of thing to him. It was more like playing with her food for her."If you want me gone so bad, why don't you make me? Oh, that's right, you can't because you're too weak" she said then let out a long sinister laugh. Nicholas staggered forward, trying to twist out of her grip, but it was no use. Her strength was monstrous, far beyond anything he could have anticipated. He looked down the mountain and still couldn't see any sign of Varak.He needed to get her off him and loosen her grip on his back before he sustained considerable damage. “Let...go!” he growled, his fingers clawing at her wr

The glow from the television illuminated the dimly lit sitting room as Nicholas lounged on the couch beside Kaitlyn. A soft blanket was over their legs, and the familiar sound of a funny conversation between two characters from a romantic comedy filled the air. For the first time in what felt like forever, Nicholas felt…peaceful. He didn't know exactly what was happening to him but he wasn't going to allow anything ruin this beautiful moment for him.All he wanted was to have this kind of happy moment with Kaitlyn instead of running through a forest and being chased nonstop by monsters that just want to eat him.After spending a small time back into his old life, he had slowly began to forget things about his time in the fantasy realm.He could hardly remember what Lou-ra and Skr'll looked like, but he didn't care all that much because, after all, they're nothing more but code that a gamer had created.He couldn't believe he had allowed himself to think his time in the game had be

Golden light came over the vast field where Lou-ra and Skr’ll trained, the essence of divine power saturating the air. Skr’ll, in her magnificent golden dragon form, unleashed a deafening roar, her wings slicing through the air with a graceful yet fearsome force. Lou-ra stood a few paces away, her hands weaving intricate patterns as glowing sigils materialized in the space around her. Her magic pulsed, the energy trembling with untamed strength. She needed to get a handle on her new powers and the only way to do that was through intense training and constant concentration.Thanks to the help of some gods, she has been able to train herself and become more confident, however, control sometimes was pretty difficult and it immensely drained her. “Focus, Lou-ra,” Skr’ll’s deep, resonant voice echoed, her golden scales shimmering under the powerful sunlight. “Your spells lack control. Power without precision is chaos.” Lou-ra gritted her teeth, her eyes narrowing as she listened to

The desolate field of the End World echoed with the uneasy clink of armor and the muttered whispers of soldiers, as two mighty armies stood at a tense standstill. Lou-ra stood tall, her eyes glinting more powerfully than ever due her anger, her staff planted firmly in the cracked earth. Beside her, Skr’ll shifted gracefully into her human form, her golden dragon scales retracting to reveal a tall, fierce woman with piercing amber eyes and a predatory smirk. Her long golden hair shimmered in the dim light, and her aura radiated confidence and danger.Both of them had planned to hold them off for as long as possible, even if it meant having to fight them.But Lou-ra would prefer not going that far. She might be stronger now and the same goes for Skr'll, but they were still outnumbered. They knew what would happened if they got to the gate and since the gods have chosen not to interfere in activities of mortals, they wouldn't stop Hero Hinnel and Xeno from getting to Abron. Across

Nicholas sat on the mossy ground, his back leaning against a jagged boulder. His breaths came shallow and uneven, but each one felt more substantial than the last, his strength returning slowly but steadily. His body was battered, his mind clouded, and yet he could feel something stirring within him—a familiar presence reawakening. He was getting himself back little by little and he had Varak to thank for this. "You’ve been reckless,"Abron’s voice echoed in his mind, low and gravelly. "But at least Varak did what you couldn’t."Nicholas closed his eyes, trying to steady his thoughts. “She was evil,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I couldn’t… I just couldn’t kill her. I’m not like you, Abron.”"No, you’re not," Abron replied coolly. "And that’s precisely the problem."Nicholas flinched at the sharpness of Abron’s words. “I won’t become a heartless killer, even if that’s what you want.” "Heartless?" Abron’s laughter was dark and mocking. "You think compassio