CHAPTER 41 : A NEW JOURNEY“They’re in danger.” declared a paladin, his voice low but resolute as he spotted Loren and his friends trapped in the swamp’s nightmarish haze. Without hesitation, he sprinted towards them, the radiance of his armor cutting through the shadows.As he neared the witch, the paladin raised his hands, and a spiraling vortex of light swirled into existence, gathering energy before launching toward the witch with divine force.“Disturber!” the witch hissed, her eyes flashing with anger as she twisted her form to evade the radiant tornado. The power of light scorched the air as it passed, leaving a crackling trail that made her recoil, shadows writhing at the edges of her figure.“You will not harm these souls any longer,” the paladin said, his voice firm and unwavering. The witch’s laughter faded as her anger intensified, her form momentarily flickering under the power of his light. He advanced, his presence steady and commanding, ready to face her dark magic h

CHAPTER 43 : DAGGER AND BULLETXun hurled his dagger with expert precision toward the woman. As the blade sliced through the air, he suddenly disappeared, reappearing in the blink of an eye at the dagger’s trajectory. In one fluid motion, he seized the weapon mid-flight and slashed downward at the woman.But she was faster. Anticipating the attack, she twisted her body, narrowly avoiding the blade, and leapt backward. With a smooth movement, she raised her rifle and fired, the shot ringing out through the quiet ruins. Xun’s dagger flashed as he deflected the bullet, the sound of metal clashing against metal reverberating in the empty streets.Adjusting her stance, the woman shifted from defense to offense. Her rifle's barrel gleamed under the faint light as she unleashed a rapid volley of shots toward Xun, each bullet aimed with precision. Xun, however, moved like a shadow given form. His dagger spun and twirled in his hands, deflecting every bullet with unnerving precision, the metal

CHAPTER 45 : WHIRLWIND OF FURYThe air grew heavier as Gragan unleashed his ultimate skill. A violent whirlwind erupted around him, its howling winds tearing through the ruins of Festerfort. Dust and debris flew like shrapnel, spinning chaotically toward him. At the eye of the storm, Gragan stood firm, his massive hamaxe a blur of destruction as he spun it relentlessly, obliterating anything caught in the vortex’s pull.Xun fought against the whirlwind, his feet skidding across the ground as he struggled to resist its power. A sudden gust sent him hurtling through the air. In a desperate move, he hurled his dagger mid-flight, the blade slicing through the chaos before he blinked to its location in a flash of silvery aura. He landed heavily, clutching his side where the winds had left a deep gash. Blood trickled down his arm, but he gritted his teeth, standing tall.Not far away, the woman fared worse. The raging winds seized her, tossing her like a ragdoll into the ruins of a crumblin

CHAPTER 47 : SCATTERED PATHS“Where am I? Howard? Anne?” Loren muttered, his voice shaky as he pushed himself up from the cold, rocky ground. His head throbbed, the remnants of the witch’s hypnosis still clawing at the edges of his mind. He glanced around, his surroundings unfamiliar, a desolate mountainside, with jagged cliffs stretching toward a sky painted in hues of amber and gray. The air was crisp and biting, carrying with it an unsettling stillness.Loren looked around, his heart sinking as he realized Howard and Anne were nowhere to be seen. "Guys? Where are you?" he called out, his voice tinged with confusion and worry. His gaze darted around, searching for any sign of his comrades, but all he found were jagged cliffs and an unfamiliar sky painted in hues of amber and gray.What happened? Loren's mind raced to make sense of it all. One moment, he had been locked in a surreal nightmare, struggling against the witch’s dark magic. The next, he was here, alone and disoriented.

CHAPTER 49 : SPIRIT LANCEHoward stumbles through the entrance of the labyrinth, its towering, shifting walls glowing faintly with runic symbols. The air is heavy with an oppressive magical presence, and every step feels like wading through uncertainty."Anne? Loren? Are you out there?" he calls out, his voice echoing through the emptiness.There’s no answer, and his heart sinks. The loneliness gnaws at him, amplifying his self-doubt.The labyrinth begins its sinister games the moment Howard takes his first cautious steps into its depths. Shadows on the walls shift unnaturally, twisting into distorted shapes. The air grows heavier, crackling with an eerie magic that seems to crawl into his mind.At first, Howard hears faint whispers, like voices carried on the wind. Then the shadows solidify, taking on familiar forms. Loren appears first, his greatsword gripped tightly in both hands as he fights an endless wave of spectral foes. His movements are sluggish, his strikes weaker with ever