............The tension in the air made the group of Knights, Bishops, and Priests stand motionless, trying to predict their enemy’s next move amidst the looming danger."We need to reorganize our thoughts and come up with a better defensive and offensive formation to counter this situation," Senior Bishop Mel suggested before warning, "Everyone, stay close and watch your step. We can't afford any more surprises."The group carefully moved into a tighter and better formation, their senses heightened to the maximum. The crystal light carried by the knights filtered through the canopy, providing little illumination, making the forest seem even more treacherous."Listen up," said a Holy Battle Knight named Sir Aldric. "We need to use our shields to probe the ground ahead. If anything seems suspicious, we stop immediately. Understood?"The knights nodded, their faces grim. They proceeded cautiously, shields outstretched, tapping the ground and trees for hidden traps. The priests chanted
............"Hahahaha! What futile attempts, Elandor dogs... this is all you amount to?" The cultist group leader stood there, unaffected by Knight Aldric and Bishop Mel's moves, laughing mockingly."Damn it, he wasn’t taking us seriously from the beginning," Bishop Mel said, backing off with Knight Aldric and gathering with the rest of their men."We're in trouble. We're outmatched and trapped. Senior Mel, you need to get away from here and inform HQ about the situation. They will send reinforcements to deal with these cultists. Otherwise, more of our people will get caught in their trap!" Knight Aldric understood the gravity of their situation. Knowing they had no way to escape alive, he urgently requested Bishop Mel to flee and inform their superiors, as only he was strong enough among them and had the means to escape from the cultists."But how can I run away and leave you all behind, knowing the grim outcome?" Bishop Mel, hearing Knight Aldric's words, understood their situati
............Back in the Verdiara City, The quiet night was shattered by the roar of racing cars and the crack of gunfire on the highway."Vrooom... Vrooom...!""Bang... Bang...!""Screech...!"Black cars and a sports car raced down the highway, weaving through civilian vehicles. The gunfire sent civilians scrambling to the side of the road, ducking down in fear."Damn it... How did that bastard know our location?" In one of the middle black cars, Elara Rossi sat with her hands tied. Her eyes were blank, as if her mind had broken.Beside her was a man with a grotesque, twisted face, as if it had been broken and poorly reset many times. Another man sat nearby, lean but no less intimidating. His gaunt face and sunken eyes gave him a skeletal appearance. His long, bony hands rested on the handles of twin daggers on his lap.These two were Elara Rossi’s kidnappers, fleeing from a madman who had killed dozens of their men after discovering their location."Leader, we have no idea how our
............With a swift motion, he cut her bindings and gently helped her out. He picked her up in a princess carry and brought her to his sports car before calling the men from the organization to take care of the kidnappers."Arghh...!" Elara groaned as Aarav's gentle and warm touch on her cheek started to heal her injuries, seeing the blood on her forehead."Elara...my dear, I am sorry...you had to suffer so much because of me...!" Aarav apologized repeatedly as he saw her condition and blank eyes, his heart feeling like it was being squeezed painfully."I should have been more careful and put you under tight security. My overconfidence led you to suffer this much... I feel regretful seeing you in this state!" Aarav muttered to himself, blaming himself for the mistake he made. He never thought his enemy would be able to reach Elara and harm her.He cast his Healing of Souls spell on her, making sure she wouldn't have any lasting mental scars. Otherwise, he would never be able to
............On the border mountains, at the secret hideout, "Haaaa...did you say you lost that rat and let him escape with the intelligence, you useless fools!" The hideous-looking man, his robe torn to reveal an unrecognizable, fear-inducing face, shouted at his men, who knelt on the ground with their heads hung low.They were a group of cultists chasing after Bishop Mel but failed to capture and eliminate him. Despite being gravely injured, Bishop Mel managed to escape their tightly laid traps in the forest."We apologize for our mistake. Please give us a chance to correct it...let us raid that border city and kill every dog of Elandor to make them terrified of our very presence." The underlings pressed their heads to the rocky ground, apologizing to their leader while suggesting a plan that the cultists' leader, pondered over."What about the secret mission I gave that useless man? He still hasn't contacted us!" The group leader asked, suddenly remembering something important an
............The guards nodded and quickly set out to follow his orders. Amar watched them leave, feeling the weight of the coming battle in his heart. He couldn't let his fear show.Within minutes, Mordan returned with the fighters and a small chest of divine tools. The tools glowed with a faint, otherworldly light, offering a glimmer of hope in the looming darkness."We're ready, City Leader," Mordan said, his voice steady despite the tension in the air.Amar nodded and addressed the gathered fighters. "Today, we face a great darkness. But we are the light that will push it back. We may be few, but we are strong. Fight with honor, fight with courage, and know that we fight for our home, for our people."The fighters gripped their weapons tightly, their eyes reflecting the same determination that burned in Amar's heart.As the cultists approached, the first wave of attackers burst from the trees, their bloodlust evident. The defenders braced themselves, their nerves taut."For Ivory
............"Hahahaha... now what are you going to do? Do you think you can stop us with so few of you? How wishful... today, this city will belong to us, the Cult of the Plague's God." The leader and other cultists arrived, the leader mocking from a tall building, looking down on Amar and the other knights."No, you will never succeed. We will not let you pass," Amar Aahuti shouted defiantly, signaling that they would die before letting the cultists through."Hahaha... you think you can challenge us? Men, attack! KILL!" The leader laughed coldly before barking orders at his men, who sprang into action and sprinted toward Amar and his remaining defenders.The cultists rushed forward, their eyes gleaming with bloodlust. Amar and his men braced themselves, gripping their weapons tightly. They knew this was their last stand against the cultists. They needed to hold out long enough for reinforcements to arrive. Gripping their weapons tightly, they prayed to their god Elandor for the st
............The cultist leader's expression soured. He realized he needed to use his trump card; otherwise, he wouldn't be able to eliminate this annoying Elandor dog.He could see that Amar was willing to risk his life to fight him. In that moment, he realized that defeating Amar would not be as easy as he had thought without his trump card.The cultist leader gathered his remaining strength and prepared for one final, all-out assault, deciding to use his trump card too. Dark tendrils of energy wrapped around his body and weapon as he charged at Amar with a roar.Amar met him head-on, his sword glowing brighter than ever."Clangggg...!!"The clash of their blades sent shockwaves through the battlefield, and for a moment, it seemed as if time itself had stopped. The air crackled with the power of their conflicting energies."FOR IVORYGATE!" Amar shouted, putting every ounce of his strength into his next strike. His blade cut through the dark energy, piercing the cultist leader's def