CHAPTER 11 : LOREN AND ZHAROK'S ENCOUNTERZharok raised his staff slowly, then slammed it on the ground with a force that shattered the silence. A magical vibration was felt in the air, and from the cracked ground, dozens of skeletons emerged. The skeletons raised their worn weapons, ready to attack at Zharok's command."Let us begin" Zharok smiled sinisterly.Loren took a deep breath, focusing his mind on the battle ahead. He had faced many enemies, but there was something about Zharok that was different, a power that was evil, dark, and boundless. With a loud shout, Zharok gave the command, and the skeletons moved forward in unison. They came like a great wave, charging toward Loren with the intention of destroying him.Without waiting, Loren blink forward with incredible speed. His sword swung quickly, cutting through the skeletons one by one. He zigzagged through the crowd, dodging their attacks and crushing their bones with the power of his sword. However, the more he destroyed,

CHAPTER 13 : SWORD PRISM PART 2 “Attack them, Nerubian!” Zharok’s voice echoed across the battlefield, his command for Nerubian, the monstrous spider, to attack sending a shiver through the air.The ground trembled beneath Howard's feet as Zharok's spider lurched forward, faster and more aggressive than ever before. Its massive legs thundered across the battlefield, crushing anything in its path, venom dripping from its fangs as it zeroed in on Howard.With a single thought, Howard willed the swords forward. They responded instantly, shooting through the air like beams of divine light. The air crackled as the holy swords raced toward their target, Zharok’s monstrous spider. These weren’t ordinary strikes; each blade was infused with sacred energy capable of piercing through even the toughest dark magic, and their sharpness was unmatched by any earthly weapon.The first sword struck, slicing through one of the spider’s armored legs with a sound that echoed across the battlefield like

CHAPTER 15 : THE SECOND CRYSTALLoren’s heart pounded in his chest as he strained against the thick cobwebs that held him fast. His legs were immobile, trapped in the sticky threads spun by Zharok's monstrous spider. He could feel the suffocating weight of panic creeping in, his breath shallow as he stared helplessly at the skeleton army approaching him. They moved with a terrifying precision, their empty eye sockets glowing with an eerie light, their weapons raised high, glinting in the dim light of the cavernous chamber.The clatter of bones echoed ominously as they drew closer, their skeletal hands gripping swords, spears, and axes. Loren's pulse quickened, desperation filling his veins. Every inch of his body screamed for him to break free, to move, but the web clung to him like iron shackles. His sword was just beyond reach, lying on the ground beside him, taunting him with its closeness. Yet, it may as well have been a mile away."Not like this..." Loren muttered to himself, his

CHAPTER 17 : THE ELF’S RETREATThe battle against the Death Knight had left Vy and Anfalen battered and broken, their hearts heavy with the weight of their loss. Nelaeryn, their closest friend, had fallen in the heart of the dragon temple. Her life had been taken by the relentless force of the Death Knight, an enemy they had barely managed to drive back. Though they had survived, it felt like a hollow victory, and the cost had been unbearable.As the smoke from the battlefield cleared, Vy stood over Nelaeryn’s lifeless body, her chest heaving from exertion, her twin swords still dripping with the black blood of the Death Knight. Her hands shook, not from fatigue, but from the overwhelming realization that no amount of skill, fury, or power could bring back their friend. The moment felt frozen in time. The once-sacred temple, now desecrated by the battle, seemed to mock them with its silence. The wind rustled through the broken pillars and toppled statues, the only sound in the afterma

CHAPTER 19 : HOWARD’S SCARAfter travelling for a long time, Loren, Howard, and Anne finally settled by a gentle riverbank, the water glistening in the afternoon sunlight. The scent of the forest around them was calming, a stark contrast to the fierce battle they’d recently survived against Zharok. Exhausted and nursing injuries, they sank to the ground, relieved to have a moment of peace.They sat in silence for a few moments, each of them lost in their own thoughts as the river flowed steadily beside them, its gentle sound comforting against the heaviness of their recent experiences. Anne noticed the bruises and cuts on her companions and knelt beside them, hands hovering over their wounds.“I can’t just sit and watch you both suffer. Let me help.” she said softly.Closing her eyes, she began to chant, her voice blending with the gentle rustle of leaves. A warm glow emanated from her hands, bathing Loren and Howard in soft light as the healing spell mended their bruises and soothed