The being staggered back, surprise etched across his face as he felt the weight of Jeremy’s attack. “What? How is this possible?” he spat, his confidence wavering.With the momentum of his attack, Jeremy pressed forward, swinging his katana in a flurry of strikes. With a surge of adrenaline, Jotaro pushed against the being’s weight, finally breaking free. “I’m not done yet!” he yelled, joining Jeremy in the fight.In no time, Samantha joined the fray. The being, now on the defensive, tried to counterattack, but the trio was relentless. They struck with precision and power, each attack chipping away at the dark aura that had once surrounded the being.*_"“Five hours… They are taking longer than usual for a weak dungeon filled with weak rank beasts,” Jessica pondered, glancing at her watch, which now read 4 AM. Her brow furrowed with concern, the creeping unease in her gut growing stronger with each passing minute. “Are you sure they are going to be safe?” one of the support staff i

The battlefield erupted into a tempest of chaos, where every clash of steel and surge of energy reverberated through the air like a shockwave. Jotaro and Samantha stood resolute, their determination solidifying as they confronted the malevolent entity, emboldened by his recent triumph over Jeremy. The being’s sinister grin widened, fueled by the tumultuous energy of the moment. “Now that we’re back in business,” he jeered, dark energy crackling around him like a tempest, “let’s see how long you can endure my fury!” “Don’t get overconfident,” Jotaro shot back, his fists aglow with a fierce purple light. “You might have the advantage, but we’re not backing down!” As if to reinforce his words, Jotaro lunged forward, unleashing a barrage of punches directed at the entity. Each strike was infused with his Ninjutsu, designed to break through the shroud of darkness enveloping their foe. The being smirked, effortlessly dodging the initial blows, but Jotaro pressed on with unwavering tenac

Jeremy’s vision was a kaleidoscope of blurry shapes and blurred colors, the world around him spinning in a disorienting haze. His body felt weak and bruised, each breath a reminder of the pain coursing through him. “Shit, that hurts!” he cursed, the words barely escaping his cracked lips as he spat out a chunk of blood, the metallic taste lingering bitterly on his tongue. He lay supine on the cold ground, staring up at the darkened sky, his teeth stained red as he groaned in agony.After several futile attempts to rise, Jeremy finally managed to push himself up with a grimace, feeling the sickening crunch of his bones realigning beneath him. Each movement was a battle against the pain, but he refused to succumb, driven by a flickering flame of determination. He fell back to his knees, crawling through the debris, his breaths labored as he fought against the despair clawing at his heart.“To what end, to what end must I suffer?” he mused, frustration welling up within him. The we

The being, cornered and desperate, summoned all its cursed energy for an attack.“You will regret this! Cursed technique: Oblivion’s Wrath!”The being unleashed a massive wave of dark energy, threatening to engulf Elijah, but he stood his ground.“Not today!” With a primal roar, Elijah gathered his own energy, pushing back against the wave with a powerful technique, the clash of energies creating a blinding explosion that lit up the battlefield.The shockwave sent everyone reeling, but in the center of it all stood Elijah, unwavering, channeling all his strength into one final strike.As the two forces collided, the ground shook violently, and the air filled with a deafening roar. The being’s expression twisted with rage and desperation as it tried to withstand Elijah’s might, but the overwhelming force of the guild master began to shatter its defenses."No! I will not be defeated!”As the battle reached its climax, the air crackled with energy, and the tension was palpable. It becam

"I'm supposed to be ready by now," Jeremy mused, his gaze fixated on the bright screen of his phone. The clock read 6 AM, and a wave of anxiety washed over him. "I hope she isn't mad!" he exclaimed under his breath, hastily inserting his spare key into the lock of the front door."I knew this spare key would come in handy," he muttered to himself, closing the door behind him with the utmost care. As he turned to survey the living room, his heart sank at the sight of his mother, Sophie, slumbering peacefully on the worn-out couch. The dim light of dawn cast a soft glow over her features, highlighting the lines of exhaustion that had carved themselves into her face over the years."She waited up all night," Jeremy noted, a pang of guilt settling in the pit of his stomach. The sight of her, vulnerable and tired, stirred something deep within him.He glanced around the living room, taking in the fraying furniture and the clutter that had accumulated over time. "Don’t worry, Mum," he t