The Death Knight moved with incredible power. Every time Vy attempted to strike, the Death Knight effortlessly blocked her blows, his sword spinning to counter each slash and thrust. Nelaeryn's arrows slammed into his armor, but they bounced off harmlessly, causing no significant damage.
Seeing their attacks ineffective, Anfalen once again invoked his Blinding Light, concentrating his small fairies into a single, large ball of radiant energy. He raised his hand and released the brilliant sphere, which shot toward the Death Knight and exploded in a dazzling flash of light.
However, the Death Knight was no ordinary foe. With a single swipe of his sword, he sliced the light in two, dispersing it like smoke. With a ferocious roar, he charged toward Nelaeryn. Vy and Anfalen shouted warnings, but Nelaeryn, who was preparing her bow, was too slow to dodge.
In a powerful swing, the Death Knight slashed at Nelaeryn. His dark blade cut through the air with deadly speed, striking her brutally. Blood spilled onto the sacred ground of the dragon temple as Nelaeryn fell, screaming in pain.
“Nelaeryn!” Anfalen shouted in rage, unleashing another series of light orbs toward the Death Knight, though he knew it would not be enough to avenge his friend’s death.
Seeing her friend fall, Vy attacked with incredible fury. Her movements became aggressive and wild, striking at the weak points in the Death Knight’s armor. Yet, the undead knight did not falter, displaying remarkable resilience.
The Death Knight stood tall before the shining crystal, his black helmet turned toward Vy, who glared back with unbridled rage. The sight of Nelaeryn's death fueled Vy’s anger, coursing through every muscle in her body. Gripping her twin swords tightly, she focused her icy gaze on her foe.
“You will pay for Nelaeryn’s life,” Vy vowed, her voice laced with vengeance.
Without warning, Vy charged forward with unimaginable speed, nearly becoming a black shadow as her swords flashed through the air. Each slash targeted the weak points in the Death Knight’s armor, and she surrounded him like a tornado of death.
Despite his great strength, the Death Knight struggled to keep pace with Vy’s speed and skill. His great sword attempted to block her relentless assault, but Vy was too quick. The sound of metal clashing rang out as her swords struck the Death Knight’s armor, sending sparks flying with each impact.
Driven by rage, Vy launched her finishing blow. In a single fluid motion, she spun in the air and plunged both swords into the Death Knight’s helmet. A loud thud resonated as the black helmet cracked in several places, revealing the undead face beneath. The Death Knight growled, for the first time realizing his opponent was a genuine threat.
With all her might, Vy leapt back, creating distance before charging in again with full force. Her swords glowed with a terrifying black aura, drawing energy from the surroundings.
“This is for Nelaeryn!” she shouted, bringing her swords together in midair to form a final strike. The attack was like lightning a black flash enveloped Vy’s twin blades. With one powerful slash, she struck the Death Knight’s chest, generating an explosion of energy that shattered the ground around them. The Death Knight staggered back, black blood dripping from his wound.
But despite his injuries, the Death Knight was not yet defeated. His eyes gleamed with hatred beneath his shattered helmet. He swung his sword in anger, but Vy was ready. With an acrobatic leap, she dodged the counterattack and struck again, slashing the Death Knight’s arm nearly to the ground.
The Death Knight fell to his knees, finally acknowledging Vy’s power, if not verbally. The wounds on his body were too deep, even for an undead being as powerful as he. But before Vy could finish him off, he cast one final dark spell, summoning the power of the underworld.
“I will return,” he growled hatefully, before his body exploded into a cloud of black smoke that dissipated with the wind.
Vy stood atop the ruins, panting and shaking. Anfalen rushed to her side, eyes filled with gratitude and sorrow. But the victory felt bittersweet Nelaeryn was gone, and though they had defeated the Death Knight, the weight of loss was heavy.
Meanwhile, Loren, Howard, and Anne arrived at the temple atop the mountain, confronted by a horrific sight: a badly wounded Chimera, blood staining the sacred ground, and Zharok smiling triumphantly despite his apparent exhaustion. His glowing red eyes were now fixed on their arrival.
“Perfect timing,” Zharok said, his voice dripping with malice, rekindling his ambition and fighting spirit. Loren felt the malevolent energy pulsing around them, intensifying with the arrival of the undead army Zharok had summoned.
Loren gripped the Sacred Relic sword tightly, determination gleaming in his eyes. No longer the doubtful man he once was, he stood as a warrior, ready to face his enemy. The legendary sword's aura radiated power, causing Zharok to furrow his brows momentarily.
“Anne, can you heal the Chimera?” Loren asked firmly, his gaze unwavering on Zharok.
“Howard and I will handle Zharok.” he continue
Anne glanced at the badly wounded Chimera, its two-headed form barely moving, each head resting heavily on the ground. The once-vibrant scales, which had shone like heated bronze, were now dulled and stained with blood. Its eyes, usually fierce and wise, flickered weakly, filled with pain.
“I can do it, but it will take time.” She replied hesitantly, her heart racing at the thought of healing such a majestic creature.
“Very well, I leave the Chimera to you,” Loren said without hesitation.
Taking a deep breath, Anne knelt beside the Chimera and gently set her harp on her lap. The instrument, crafted from polished wood and adorned with intricate carvings of nature, seemed to resonate with the sorrowful energy in the air. She closed her eyes, tuning herself to the magical vibrations that pulsed from the harp, letting its calming presence wash over her. Anne began to play a soothing melody. The notes floated delicately through the air, weaving a tapestry of sound that echoed the heartbeat of the world around her. Each pluck of the strings resonated with gentle power, creating an aura of peace that enveloped the Chimera.
Howard stood beside Loren, nodding with resolve. They both understood this would be one of the toughest battles of their lives, but they had no choice. Zharok had to be stopped.
Loren stared at Zharok with blazing eyes, filled with unyielding determination. With the legendary sword in his hand and Howard by his side, he was ready to end Zharok's atrocities, no matter the cost.
“Are you ready, Howard?” Loren asked.
“Always ready, my friend. Let’s end this.” Howard nodded, his eyes mirroring Loren's conviction.
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 12 : SWORD PRISM PART 1Without hesitation, Howard summoned a shield of magic in front of him, a translucent barrier of shimmering light. The spider slammed into the shield with the force of a battering ram, its fangs scraping against the magical surface as it tried to break through. The force of the impact nearly knocked Howard off his feet, but he held on, gritting his teeth as he poured more energy into the shield.“Do you really think you can hold out forever, mage? My creation will tear you apart!” Zharok’s mocking laughter echoed across the battlefield. The spider lashed out again, its legs stabbing at the shield like spears. Cracks began to form in the barrier, and Howard could feel his strength waning. His breathing was ragged, sweat trickling down his brow as he struggled to maintain the spell. The spider was relentless, and Howard knew he couldn’t hold it back much longer."Come on, think!" he muttered to himself, his mind racing. He needed a plan, something that wo
CHAPTER 1: THE BEGINNINGLoren, a 28-year-old employee at a large corporation, finds himself trapped in a world of ambition and deceit. While he appears to lead a normal life with a stable job, a comfortable apartment, and a partner who once believed in his potential, he feels hollow inside. The daily grind has turned into a battleground of backstabbing and sabotage, isolating him further despite his commitment to integrity.Loren’s competence is overshadowed by accusations of incompetence. On the day he is called to the executive room for the third time, a sense of dread settles in.“Loren, you’ve been called to the executive room again,” his colleague says, feigning sympathy."What's it this time?" he mutters."He is done for" his friend whispered with a smirky smile.Inside, his boss's face is a mask of fury. "Why did you delete all of our company’s asset data? What are you trying to accomplish?""What? That’s impossible! I swear, I didn’t do it," Loren stammers, his heart racing.
CHAPTER 2: STRANGE POWERHoward began to explain that Loren had inadvertently become involved in a "Holy War" a brutal war that involved various races from across this strange world. Each participant was chosen to fight one another to collect magical crystals that held extraordinary powers capable of granting a single wish to the victor."You’re not from here," Howard continued, his voice low and urgent. "But somehow, your fate is tied to this battle. If you don’t fight and win a crystal, you won’t be able to return to your world."Confused, Loren felt like he had stepped into a nightmare. "But… I don’t know how to fight," he said, desperation creeping into his voice. "I don’t even know how I ended up here."Howard fixed him with an intense gaze. "That’s why I’m here," he replied firmly. "I’ll teach you, but you have to trust me and train hard. They are after you, especially once they realize you’re unprepared."As they spoke, Howard elaborated on the threats looming over them. T
CHAPTER 3: THE ELVES AND THE VILLAGE OF HEILENNelaeryn, the summoner, and Anfalen, the elven archer, fled the battle after witnessing Loren unleash his incredible power. Loren’s quick victory over Olalen, the formidable elven warrior, left them trembling in fear. “Damn it, did you see that? What kind of power was that?” Nelaeryn exclaimed, her eyes wide with shock.“My blinding light wasn’t long enough to counter that attack. He crushed us without a hitch,” Anfalen replied, his voice laced with frustration.“We need more help to deal with them especially after Olalen was defeated so easily.” Realizing their own strength would not be enough to defeat Loren and Howard, Anfalen suggested.“But the more of us involved, the greater the risk. He might kill us all in an instant.” Nelaeryn shook her head, hesitant. “We have no choice,” Anfalen replied firmly, determination hardening his voice. “We must return to Montmart and seek help from the Assassins.”They soon returned to Montmart, th
CHAPTER 4: THE FIRST CRYSTAL BATTLE PART 1After recovering in Heilen Village, Loren, Howard, and Anne had no time to rest. A rumbling sound from the ground shook the village, and the large shadows of ogres began to loom in the distance. They came quickly, their red eyes burning with anger as they searched for the newly detected crystal.Loren, who had just begun to understand his powers, felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through him. The legendary sword in his hand felt lighter now, as if he had become one with the magical power within it, yet a knot of anxiety tightened in his stomach. This was his first real battle, and he could sense the weight of their lives resting on his shoulders.Howard, on full alert, began to cast a spell to create a protective barrier around the village. The air crackled with energy, heightening the tension. Meanwhile, Anne took out her prized harp. Her slender fingers strummed the strings nimbly, producing a soft melody that enveloped them in healing po
CHAPTER 5: THE FIRST CRYSTAL BATTLE PART 2"Anne, we need more power!" Howard shouted.Anne played the harp more intensely; the notes she played were not only healing but also providing Loren and Howard with additional strength. It was Crescendo. The soft light from the harp began to envelop them, making Loren's every move faster and stronger.Anfalen cast Blinding Light once more, summoning three small, dazzling fairies to confuse the enemy. But this time, Loren was ready. With flashes of memories becoming clearer in his mind, he closed his eyes for a moment, sensing the direction of the attack with his intuition. As Anfalen tried to attack with his summons, Loren nimbly leaped toward the fairies, slashing them before they could cripple his team.Nelaeryn fired another Ensnare Arrow, trying to trap them in a net. However, Loren, with his enhanced reflexes, dodged the attack with a quick jump, turning the tables to confront Nelaeryn.Vy, seeing her partner in danger, immediately cast
CHAPTER 6: THE SECRET OF THE LEGENDARY SWORDIn the corner of the dark room where Zharok stood, heavy footsteps were heard. Another figure, a Death Knight, emerged from the shadows, wearing thick, rusty armor and a helmet cracked at the forehead. The same green light shone from the eyes of the helmet. The greatsword he held gave off a cold aura, as if it were sucking the life out of the air around it.“They may have won that fight” the Death Knight said in a low, deep voice.“But the power of the crystal has not been fully utilized. They do not even know its true potential.”Zharok laughed, a sound that resembled a combination of the last gasps of the dead and the roar of gloomy thunder.“That’s right. That is their weakness. They have the crystal, but they do not know how to use it. I can smell their ignorance from here. They are merely pawns in this game.”The crystal ball in front of Zharok shimmered for a moment, emitting a light that depicted Loren and his group as they began to