Clifford heaves a deep sigh, sitting atop a tall tree within the mansion, he gaze at the number of people gathered at the place in search of safety. It reminded him of those news he’d watch about events unfolding in some warring countries. Except this time, he was a part of it, though in another world.“How sad. It’s almost no different from where I came from.”The words tasted bitter in his tongue, having compared his old home to a place that he still considers a land of fantasy and dreams. But it was getting harder to think that way, considering all the things that had happened to him.Helpless babes clinging to their mothers, crying children in search or their family, held by some stranger trying to help. All of them, covered in dirt and disheveled.He winced at the familiar scenery of despair that she only saw on television. Experiencing it first hand brought a heavier weight in his chest, making it hard to breathe because of that twisting and squeezing inside of it.“But I heard
Arty released every binding spell he had in his arsenal.Blue encasing force fields, golden chains, and cages of pure white light sealed any being who move close enough to their group, not wanting to harm any of them as they’re certain those possessed enemies were innocent.Pedro followed the lead, using a similar method of his magic.An ice prison, a muddy earth, and a stone box were the ones he used to keep their opponents at bay.All the while, Jack, Marco, and Malver knocked out as many as they can.But no matter how many they took down or hold, more came, almost overwhelming them if not for their well-coordinated attacks. But this still prompted them to retreat to avoid getting surrounded.“I don’t think we can take this mission on our own.”Arty could see his mana bar already in half, and yet they were far off from winning, and there was also the case of the monstrous creature that appeared in front of them.They barely survived its first attack, but their three fighters took qu
Seeing the continues glitching in front of him, he can’t help but frown, having that sense of uncertainty and dread creeping into him.The message box showing error continued popping atop of every single refugee there. Also, the familiar purple aura fully engulfed each of them now.Then there’s the hooded person who released a sort of pulse, which seems to be the reason for it all. But what truly got to him was the exclamation point hovering above the person’s head.“Sir Clifford, aren’t we going to help the young heroes?”Hallor says, while keeping his gaze low in embarrassment and shame, since he understood they had already been told to wait.It amazed him how the two other men could stay calm and keep watch while all of that was happening.But seeing how the esteemed young heroes they look up to were having a hard time, along with the unknown creature wrecking havoc in the midst of all those innocent were making him itch for a fight.The lad stops when he did not get an answer from
All ten additional heroes were useless against the mob of grotesque humanoids. No matter how many times they took them down, they just keep getting up. What’s worst, they were moving farther from the boss, because the number of enemies kept increasing.Both Sander and Arnold’s team were down and on their last leg and could barely hold on, and the first group consisting of Jack, Arty, Marco, Pedro, and the knight Malver still haven’t recovered yet.“This can’t be happening!”Sander now trembled before the face of the enemy.Not even with their combined strength of all their teams, added with their magical weapons, which doubled their power, were enough to win.They have never encountered a battle like this before, sure there were times they had trouble with some giant monsters, but nothing as hard as this.No matter how many they take down, all of them just keep coming back up, even stronger and more resilient than before.“Shit, this is unfair!”A beaten up Arnold groaned, having nea
Hallor wanted to impress the young heroes in his own way, in hopes of gaining their favor and approval. He’d always dreamed of this moment since he was a kid. So with this in mind, he gave out a war cry while releasing more energy.Strengthened by his resolve and passion. He conjured every ounce of strength he can muster in order to keep the afflicted refugees from escaping his hold. He did not flinch, even with the amount of strain it was giving his body.He didn’t want to let this chance slip by, especially after being given a once in a lifetime opportunity. Also, he did not wish to disappoint sir Clifford, who has provided him with so much.That was why, though every fiber of his being was being torn from the large amount of mana being eaten by the spell and pushback he was getting, he remained enduring and firm.“Heroes leave this to me!”He said, forcing a smile, since he was gritting his teeth in pain.Even with his newfound power, it was impossible to hold so many enemies at on
Every single body that was engulfed by Hallor’s light fell to the ground. All of them turned pitch black, hardened, and steaming after the youngster’s skill burst.But it didn’t take long before the burned skin of the creatures cracked, as they twitch and twisted out of their broken flesh.The two men above the mansion couldn’t help frowning, gaping in shock that the creatures remained unscathed, even after the Hallor’s attack. What’s worse, it seems that took a lot on the youngster. Though Hallor stood gallantly, he now gasp for air.“Sir Clifford, what should we do?”Galford turned to him, noticing the lad’s predicament.The skill the young-man used was something he recently received from Clifford, which would explain his sudden exhaustion from not being familiar with it.“Give me a moment.”Clifford got conflicted suddenly. Here they were, so close to retrieving his missing body part, yet they were faced with an unknown enemy, capable of taking out a group of heroes and knights.He
The full moon was high above the sky, yet the rain continued to pour.Water streamed down the roads, making it harder to move, let alone run from one place to another.This was the reason the forty-year-old Clifford Ortis stayed standing in front of the thirty-two story building he was working at.It had been hours since he left the office, but he remained stuck there. He heaves a deep sigh, looking once more at his beat up watch his father gave him.Its small hands pointed at the eight, while the long one was on the six.“Thirty minutes before nine,” he mumbles, once again letting out a huff of disappointment. It had a been a tiring day, and he really wanted to take a good rest, especially since it was a Friday. Yet he still could not go home because of the weather. Eyes wandering around, he takes one more look at the large glass window of the nearby electronics store.He can see a woman on the screen of several televisions, all reporting about the recent disappearance of another stu
“Why does it feel so cold?”This is the first thing which came into Clifford’s mind. It did not bother him that his entire body remained lightweight. He could not distinguish up from down, turning each time he tried to move, which became his primary concern.From his own perspective, they’d been traversing the swirling vortex for almost an hour. Of course, he wasn’t sure of that, having no way of telling.He couldn’t see much, despite being surrounded by those different colored lights. Neither can he glimpse at the teen he held, as they kept turning. All he knew was that the lad had lost consciousness a while ago.Only when a sudden gust of wind, followed by a freezing chill, that he had to wince from the sensation. He hadn’t even blinked twice, but that certain moment was enough for him to lose sight of things.When he opened his eyes, they were no longer inside the whirlpool of color, instead they now floated in a never ending void of those mixed lights. White and black like curtain