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BORN OF DOOM Chapter 79: SAM'S MISSION
As the sun began its descent, casting long shadows over the jagged cliffs of the Whispering Canyon, Sam stood at its entrance, his eyes scanning the vast expanse ahead. His guide, a wiry man with an almost spectral presence, smirked as they approached. "You’re already hearing the whispers, aren’t you?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper itself, as if he feared the canyon could hear him. Sam frowned, the faint murmurs at the edge of his hearing growing louder with each step. It was as if the canyon itself was alive, its winds carrying the echoes of ancient voices. “The voices will try to break you,” the guide continued, his smirk fading into a serious expression. “They’ll show you what you fear most, what you desire most. If you can’t overcome that, you’ll become one of them.” He paused, his eyes narrowing. “This is where I leave you.” Before Sam could respond, the guide vanished, leaving him alone at the canyon’s mouth. The sudden silence was deafening, broken only by the e
BORN OF DOOM Chapter 80: THE SHIFTING CURRENT
After clearing the trial, he then proceeds to the next trial. The path ahead of Sam was more daunting than anything he had faced so far. The canyon floor here was a perilous landscape riddled with deep chasms, with only narrow stone bridges connecting the fragmented sections of land. Each bridge seemed more treacherous than the last, and above them, the air currents shifted with unpredictable ferocity, sending powerful gusts that threatened to throw him off balance at any moment. Sam stood at the edge of the first bridge, taking in the chaotic scene. The wind howled around him, tugging at his clothes and hair, as if it had a mind of its own. The narrowness of the stone path and the depth of the chasms below made every step feel like a gamble with gravity. He took a deep breath, extending his hand in an attempt to control the wind, channeling his energy to stabilize the chaotic currents. But the wind here was wild and untamed, resisting his efforts to tame it. It surged and twisted u
BORN OF DOOM Chapter 81: THE GUARDIAN OF THE ARTIFACT
The path to the artifact led Sam into a narrow, wind-carved gorge, the walls on either side rising high above him. The air here was eerily still, a stark contrast to the chaotic winds that had plagued him earlier. Sam could feel the tension in the air, a quiet forewarning of the challenge to come. He paused, scanning the environment for any signs of danger. Suddenly, the stillness broke. A sharp gust of wind brushed past his ear, too precise to be natural. Sam spun around, his eyes narrowing as he tried to pinpoint the source. The wind shifted again, this time from behind. He turned just in time to see a faint ripple in the air, a distortion that seemed to shimmer and move. Before he could react, a powerful force slammed into him, knocking him off his feet. Sam hit the ground hard, the breath rushing out of his lungs. He scrambled to his feet, realizing that he was under attack. But from what? The attackers were invisible, their presence only revealed by the disturbances they create
BORN OF DOOM Chapter 82: THE ABYSSAL SANCTUM
THE Abyssal Sanctum. Timmy stood at the edge of the vast ocean, the sun dipping below the horizon and casting a golden glow on the water’s surface. Legends spoke of a powerful artifact hidden deep within, the Trident of Tides, guarded by water spirits and bound by riddles. His mission was clear: retrieve the trident and unravel the mystery of the temple. But as Timmy gazed out at the endless expanse of water, he couldn't shake the feeling that the mission would demand more than just his ability to manipulate water; it would test his intellect, resolve, and ultimately, his wisdom. The guard by his side turned to him and said. “I will accompany you to the entrance and you will continue from there.” He paused and turned to look at the waters. “I don’t know what mission is being given to you, but I doubt you can survive it. Whatever the reason the Miss sent to here for, it still make me wonder why a kid would be sent here.” The man then turned and directly jumped into the water. His
BORN OF DOOM Chapter 83: THE ILLUSION OF THE PAST
The Illusion of the Past Timmy lay sprawled on the cold stone floor of the chamber, his chest heaving with each ragged breath, his clothes soaked and clinging to his skin. The ordeal of the labyrinth had left him drained, both physically and mentally. Yet, as he rested momentarily, a faint smile crept onto his face, a brief flicker of triumph against the odds. “I didn’t think I would escape that,” he thought, the smile widening slightly. His thoughts, however, were abruptly interrupted by a deep, resonant voice that seemed to emanate from the very walls around him. “Are you smiling already?.” Timmy’s body tensed instantly. He sprang to his feet, assuming a fighting stance, his eyes scanning the chamber. But all he could see was a dense mist that had materialized, shrouding everything in an eerie, impenetrable veil. There was no discernible path forward or backward; the mist enveloped all. “Foolish human, let’s see how you conquer this,” the voice taunted, its tone laced with a c
BORN OF DOOM Chapter 84: THE GUARDIANS OF THE ABYSS
The Guardians of the Abyss Timmy’s path was now obstructed by two colossal water spirits, the guardians of the ancient temple. These ethereal beings towered over him, their translucent forms shimmering with an eerie blue light that pulsed in rhythm with the temple's ancient heart. Each guardian wielded a massive trident, forged from the same elemental water that composed their bodies. The weapons seemed to hum with power, the tips gleaming sharply, promising destruction with every swing. The guardians exuded an overwhelming presence, the water around them swirling in obedience, a testament to their mastery over the very element that Timmy sought to control. Timmy floated just outside their reach, his eyes scanning the immense figures with a mix of awe and dread. His body was battered from the previous trials, his muscles aching, and his breath came in shallow gasps. Blood seeped from the numerous cuts that marred his skin, blending with the water around him in ghostly crimson tendri
BORN OF DOOM Chapter 85: THE HEART OF THE ABYSS
The Heart of the Abyss At the heart of the temple, Timmy finally found what he had been seeking: an ancient altar bathed in the soft glow of luminescent corals. Suspended above it by a gentle current was the Trident of Tides, a magnificent artifact that radiated power and beauty. Its design was a masterful blend of ancient artistry and natural elegance. The shaft, crafted from a mysterious metal, bore intricate engravings that mimicked the ebb and flow of ocean waves. The three prongs glimmered with an ethereal light, pulsing as if in rhythm with the heartbeat of the sea itself. Timmy approached the altar with a mix of awe and trepidation. His eyes traced every line of the trident, the patterns flowing like water down its length. It was a weapon, yes, but also a symbol of balance and harmony, a tool of immense power designed to command the very seas. As he extended his hand, the atmosphere around him shifted. The whispers returned, louder and more insistent than before, filling the
BORN OF DOOM Chapter 1: DEATH
On a street in Lagos, a young man at the age of 18 was walking mindlessly with a lifeless look in his eyes, he held a bottle of strong alcohol, taking constant gulps without mindling the irritated glances directed towards him. Been born an orphan with no one to call family, that was just a scratch to his thoughts, the worst part is been born in a country where education is everything and he couldn't afford it...he has been living on the street since he was eight and has done many odd job and terrible things to survive.As if life still felt he haven't had enough.....he was dragged in a mob group where stealing and killing are the order of the day, the rich use them for their dirty jobs and dumb them when they are done...with the statement "it's strictly business nothing personal ".From a timid 8 years boy, pushing through hardship, loneliness, pain, suffering, hunger, sorrow. Having to either steal from neighbors....ahh, he doesn't even have one. Having to go steal from people walkin
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Chapter 85: THE HEART OF THE ABYSS
The Heart of the Abyss At the heart of the temple, Timmy finally found what he had been seeking: an ancient altar bathed in the soft glow of luminescent corals. Suspended above it by a gentle current was the Trident of Tides, a magnificent artifact that radiated power and beauty. Its design was a masterful blend of ancient artistry and natural elegance. The shaft, crafted from a mysterious metal, bore intricate engravings that mimicked the ebb and flow of ocean waves. The three prongs glimmered with an ethereal light, pulsing as if in rhythm with the heartbeat of the sea itself. Timmy approached the altar with a mix of awe and trepidation. His eyes traced every line of the trident, the patterns flowing like water down its length. It was a weapon, yes, but also a symbol of balance and harmony, a tool of immense power designed to command the very seas. As he extended his hand, the atmosphere around him shifted. The whispers returned, louder and more insistent than before, filling the
Chapter 84: THE GUARDIANS OF THE ABYSS
The Guardians of the Abyss Timmy’s path was now obstructed by two colossal water spirits, the guardians of the ancient temple. These ethereal beings towered over him, their translucent forms shimmering with an eerie blue light that pulsed in rhythm with the temple's ancient heart. Each guardian wielded a massive trident, forged from the same elemental water that composed their bodies. The weapons seemed to hum with power, the tips gleaming sharply, promising destruction with every swing. The guardians exuded an overwhelming presence, the water around them swirling in obedience, a testament to their mastery over the very element that Timmy sought to control. Timmy floated just outside their reach, his eyes scanning the immense figures with a mix of awe and dread. His body was battered from the previous trials, his muscles aching, and his breath came in shallow gasps. Blood seeped from the numerous cuts that marred his skin, blending with the water around him in ghostly crimson tendri
Chapter 83: THE ILLUSION OF THE PAST
The Illusion of the Past Timmy lay sprawled on the cold stone floor of the chamber, his chest heaving with each ragged breath, his clothes soaked and clinging to his skin. The ordeal of the labyrinth had left him drained, both physically and mentally. Yet, as he rested momentarily, a faint smile crept onto his face, a brief flicker of triumph against the odds. “I didn’t think I would escape that,” he thought, the smile widening slightly. His thoughts, however, were abruptly interrupted by a deep, resonant voice that seemed to emanate from the very walls around him. “Are you smiling already?.” Timmy’s body tensed instantly. He sprang to his feet, assuming a fighting stance, his eyes scanning the chamber. But all he could see was a dense mist that had materialized, shrouding everything in an eerie, impenetrable veil. There was no discernible path forward or backward; the mist enveloped all. “Foolish human, let’s see how you conquer this,” the voice taunted, its tone laced with a c
Chapter 82: THE ABYSSAL SANCTUM
THE Abyssal Sanctum. Timmy stood at the edge of the vast ocean, the sun dipping below the horizon and casting a golden glow on the water’s surface. Legends spoke of a powerful artifact hidden deep within, the Trident of Tides, guarded by water spirits and bound by riddles. His mission was clear: retrieve the trident and unravel the mystery of the temple. But as Timmy gazed out at the endless expanse of water, he couldn't shake the feeling that the mission would demand more than just his ability to manipulate water; it would test his intellect, resolve, and ultimately, his wisdom. The guard by his side turned to him and said. “I will accompany you to the entrance and you will continue from there.” He paused and turned to look at the waters. “I don’t know what mission is being given to you, but I doubt you can survive it. Whatever the reason the Miss sent to here for, it still make me wonder why a kid would be sent here.” The man then turned and directly jumped into the water. His
Chapter 81: THE GUARDIAN OF THE ARTIFACT
The path to the artifact led Sam into a narrow, wind-carved gorge, the walls on either side rising high above him. The air here was eerily still, a stark contrast to the chaotic winds that had plagued him earlier. Sam could feel the tension in the air, a quiet forewarning of the challenge to come. He paused, scanning the environment for any signs of danger. Suddenly, the stillness broke. A sharp gust of wind brushed past his ear, too precise to be natural. Sam spun around, his eyes narrowing as he tried to pinpoint the source. The wind shifted again, this time from behind. He turned just in time to see a faint ripple in the air, a distortion that seemed to shimmer and move. Before he could react, a powerful force slammed into him, knocking him off his feet. Sam hit the ground hard, the breath rushing out of his lungs. He scrambled to his feet, realizing that he was under attack. But from what? The attackers were invisible, their presence only revealed by the disturbances they create
Chapter 80: THE SHIFTING CURRENT
After clearing the trial, he then proceeds to the next trial. The path ahead of Sam was more daunting than anything he had faced so far. The canyon floor here was a perilous landscape riddled with deep chasms, with only narrow stone bridges connecting the fragmented sections of land. Each bridge seemed more treacherous than the last, and above them, the air currents shifted with unpredictable ferocity, sending powerful gusts that threatened to throw him off balance at any moment. Sam stood at the edge of the first bridge, taking in the chaotic scene. The wind howled around him, tugging at his clothes and hair, as if it had a mind of its own. The narrowness of the stone path and the depth of the chasms below made every step feel like a gamble with gravity. He took a deep breath, extending his hand in an attempt to control the wind, channeling his energy to stabilize the chaotic currents. But the wind here was wild and untamed, resisting his efforts to tame it. It surged and twisted u
Chapter 79: SAM'S MISSION
As the sun began its descent, casting long shadows over the jagged cliffs of the Whispering Canyon, Sam stood at its entrance, his eyes scanning the vast expanse ahead. His guide, a wiry man with an almost spectral presence, smirked as they approached. "You’re already hearing the whispers, aren’t you?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper itself, as if he feared the canyon could hear him. Sam frowned, the faint murmurs at the edge of his hearing growing louder with each step. It was as if the canyon itself was alive, its winds carrying the echoes of ancient voices. “The voices will try to break you,” the guide continued, his smirk fading into a serious expression. “They’ll show you what you fear most, what you desire most. If you can’t overcome that, you’ll become one of them.” He paused, his eyes narrowing. “This is where I leave you.” Before Sam could respond, the guide vanished, leaving him alone at the canyon’s mouth. The sudden silence was deafening, broken only by the e
CHAPTER 78: BREAKTHROUGH
As Noah pressed on, the oppressive heat of the volcanic terrain began to shift. The air grew cooler, and a sharp, cutting wind howled through the landscape. The ground beneath him was now a mix of hardened lava and jagged stone, and his fire magic felt sluggish, the gusts sapping the energy from his flames. "Perfect," Noah muttered, wrapping his arms around himself against the biting wind. He pressed forward cautiously, his eyes scanning for any sign of danger. It wasn’t long before the sky above darkened, and the shrill cries of creatures pierced the air. Four massive sparrows, each the size of a small house, descended from the turbulent sky. Their feathers shimmered like polished obsidian, and their beaks glowed faintly with fiery embers. The sparrows circled him like vultures, their keen eyes locking onto him as they dove in turns. Noah barely managed to dodge the first strike, the force of the bird's claws gouging deep trenches into the ground. He retaliated with a blast o
Chapter 77: THE SHIFTING INFERNO
The Shifting Inferno Noah’s boots crunched against the rocky terrain as he stepped into the ominous expanse of The Shifting Inferno. The air was heavy with ash and heat, the sky an eerie crimson streaked with black clouds. The ground beneath him radiated warmth, a forewarning of the volatile nature of the terrain. A faint rumble echoed through the ground, a precursor of what lay ahead. "This place feels alive," Noah muttered under his breath, his voice laced with unease. Despite his nerves, his determination remained steadfast. He clenched his fists, the faint warmth of his own fire sparking in his palms. The landscape before him was ever-changing. Magma Rivers snaked unpredictably across the ground, forming natural obstacles. Occasionally, the land would tremble violently, splitting apart to reveal glowing fissures that belched smoke and flames. Noah quickly realized that standing still was not an option. As he moved forward, he began to map the patterns in the shifting terra
