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Holy War : Wish Crystal CHAPTER 15 : THE SECOND CRYSTAL
CHAPTER 15 : THE SECOND CRYSTALLoren’s heart pounded in his chest as he strained against the thick cobwebs that held him fast. His legs were immobile, trapped in the sticky threads spun by Zharok's monstrous spider. He could feel the suffocating weight of panic creeping in, his breath shallow as he stared helplessly at the skeleton army approaching him. They moved with a terrifying precision, their empty eye sockets glowing with an eerie light, their weapons raised high, glinting in the dim light of the cavernous chamber.The clatter of bones echoed ominously as they drew closer, their skeletal hands gripping swords, spears, and axes. Loren's pulse quickened, desperation filling his veins. Every inch of his body screamed for him to break free, to move, but the web clung to him like iron shackles. His sword was just beyond reach, lying on the ground beside him, taunting him with its closeness. Yet, it may as well have been a mile away."Not like this..." Loren muttered to himself, his
Holy War : Wish Crystal CHAPTER 16 : DRAGON’S BLOOD
CHAPTER 16 : DRAGON’S BLOOD“There is no shame in failure, young one.” the chimera’s voice rumbled deeply, resonating within Loren’s very core.Each word seemed to stir something ancient inside him, something raw and powerful. The chimera’s presence was overwhelming, not just in size but in the sheer weight of wisdom and authority it carried. Its eyes gleamed, full of secrets and forgotten knowledge. “But you still have much to learn. Your heart is strong, filled with sincerity and kindness, but strength alone will not be enough for the battles ahead.”Loren could feel the weight of the chimera's words pressing down on him, the truth in them undeniable. His legs trembled slightly as he stood before the beast, but he held his ground. He had come so far, faced so much, but the chimera was right. Zharok had escaped, and the second crystal was in enemy hands. Loren’s heart pounded with frustration and guilt. He had failed.Before he could speak, before he could express the maelstrom of e
Holy War : Wish Crystal CHAPTER 17 : THE ELF’S RETREAT
CHAPTER 17 : THE ELF’S RETREATThe battle against the Death Knight had left Vy and Anfalen battered and broken, their hearts heavy with the weight of their loss. Nelaeryn, their closest friend, had fallen in the heart of the dragon temple. Her life had been taken by the relentless force of the Death Knight, an enemy they had barely managed to drive back. Though they had survived, it felt like a hollow victory, and the cost had been unbearable.As the smoke from the battlefield cleared, Vy stood over Nelaeryn’s lifeless body, her chest heaving from exertion, her twin swords still dripping with the black blood of the Death Knight. Her hands shook, not from fatigue, but from the overwhelming realization that no amount of skill, fury, or power could bring back their friend. The moment felt frozen in time. The once-sacred temple, now desecrated by the battle, seemed to mock them with its silence. The wind rustled through the broken pillars and toppled statues, the only sound in the afterma
Holy War : Wish Crystal CHAPTER 18 : THE CROSSROADS
CHAPTER 18 : THE CROSSROADSAnfalen woke to the soft sound of a blade slicing through the air. At first, he thought it might be an intruder, his instincts sharpened from years of battle, but as his senses cleared, he realized it was Vy. She was training again, by the lake this time. He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, watching her for a moment. The first light of dawn reflected off the surface of the water, and Vy’s silhouette moved with fierce intensity, her twin swords cutting through the morning mist like shadows in motion.They had fought side by side for years, but this... this was different. Anfalen had never seen her so consumed by anger, by frustration. It was as if the Death Knight hadn’t just wounded her body but had left a deeper scar on her soul, a shadow she couldn’t shake. Her movements were precise, sharper than ever before, but there was a wildness in them too, a fury that threatened to consume her entirely.He watched her for a few minutes, the steady rhythm o
Holy War : Wish Crystal CHAPTER 19 : HOWARD’S SCAR
CHAPTER 19 : HOWARD’S SCARAfter travelling for a long time, Loren, Howard, and Anne finally settled by a gentle riverbank, the water glistening in the afternoon sunlight. The scent of the forest around them was calming, a stark contrast to the fierce battle they’d recently survived against Zharok. Exhausted and nursing injuries, they sank to the ground, relieved to have a moment of peace.They sat in silence for a few moments, each of them lost in their own thoughts as the river flowed steadily beside them, its gentle sound comforting against the heaviness of their recent experiences. Anne noticed the bruises and cuts on her companions and knelt beside them, hands hovering over their wounds.“I can’t just sit and watch you both suffer. Let me help.” she said softly.Closing her eyes, she began to chant, her voice blending with the gentle rustle of leaves. A warm glow emanated from her hands, bathing Loren and Howard in soft light as the healing spell mended their bruises and soothed
Holy War : Wish Crystal CHAPTER 20 : BONDS FORGED IN STEW
CHAPTER 20 : BONDS FORGED IN STEWThe three fell into a comfortable silence, each lost in their own thoughts. The cool evening air was filled with the soft murmuring of the river nearby, and the fading light painted the sky in hues of pink and lavender. For a brief moment, they could pretend they were simply travelers at rest, not warriors bearing the weight of the battles behind and the struggles yet to come.Their quiet moment was abruptly broken by a loud growl that rumbled from Howard’s stomach, making him blush and chuckle sheepishly. Anne and Loren burst out laughing, their laughter filling the forest around them. It was a sound they hadn’t heard often enough in recent days.“Well, I guess it’s been a while since any of us have had a proper meal, if only there were some wild boar around here…” Howard said, grinning and patting his stomach. “If you two can gather the ingredients, I’ll make us something delicious. After all you’ve both been through, it’s the least I can do!” Anne
Holy War : Wish Crystal CHAPTER 21 : GEARFOLK
CHAPTER 21 : GEARFOLKGearfolk, a town as vibrant as it is, hums with the ceaseless rhythm of machinery, its streets filled with the hiss and clank of steam-powered engines. Built upon layers of steel and stone, this unique city is split into two distinct realms: the upper rank, where those blessed with resources and status reside in gleaming metal towers, and the lower rank, a gritty, smoke-shrouded district where people survive amid the clutter of worn-out machines and improvised inventions. The town’s heartbeat, both hopeful and haggard, pulses through its winding streets and hidden corners, where the stark disparities between the ranks become painfully clear.In the upper rank, life is an endless chain of improvements, a testament to engineering mastery and mechanical wonders. The streets are spacious and clean, lined with storefronts displaying polished gadgets, exquisite brass, and chrome fixtures that reflect the golden light of carefully maintained street lamps. Residents here
Holy War : Wish Crystal CHAPTER 22 : THE GRAND LIBRARY
CHAPTER 22 : THE GRAND LIBRARYMilo couldn’t shake his fascination with the crystal’s power. He had heard whispers about it his entire life in the lower rank of Gearfolk, where tales were like embers in the darkness, fueling hope that something extraordinary could elevate them beyond their current struggles. He knew the crystal held answers, secrets of unimaginable power. But finding out more was nearly impossible in the lower ranks, there was no information, no way to even begin his research.Then he remembered the library in the Upper Rank. Unlike the sparse, worn books they had in the lower rank, the library in Upper Gearfolk was rumored to be vast and ancient, filled with rare tomes that held knowledge from the most elusive corners of history. And with little else but determination, Milo packed his gear and set out, slipping into the shadows under the cover of night. This was a reckless idea, but the thought of unlocking the mystery of the crystal was worth the risk.Over the past
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CHAPTER 91 : BEYOND THE DARKNESS
CHAPTER 91 : BEYOND THE DARKNESSThe streets of the lower rank were alive with a palpable tension, an unnatural chill carried by the night air. Milo stood his ground in the middle of a narrow alleyway, his traps and devices scattered around him in strategic positions. Tonight, the engineer had come prepared, his face set with determination as he now held his crossbow tightly.But no amount of preparation could have foreseen this.From the shadows, a swarm of dark figures emerged, more numerous than the previous night, their glowing, soulless eyes piercing through the dim light. Their movements were fluid and coordinated, forming a semicircle around Milo as they stalked closer. Their whispers filled the air, like a thousand voices murmuring from the void.Milo’s heart pounded in his chest, but he gritted his teeth and steadied his shaking hands.“Come on, then.” he muttered to himself, his voice trembling slightly. He pulled a small lever on his belt, activating a series of traps he’d
CHAPTER 90 : BENEATH THE GEARS
CHAPTER 90 : BENEATH THE GEARSFar above the grimy, chaotic streets of the lower rank, the polished walkways and intricate brass structures of the upper rank gleamed under the same moonlight. Here, life was orderly, efficient, and comfortablem, a stark contrast to the turmoil below. Yet, the unease from the lower rank seemed to have seeped even into these pristine streets, casting a shadow over the bounty hunter guild's operations.Veilith stood in the guild's observation chamber, a spacious room lined with intricate maps, magical detection devices, and communication consoles. His sharp eyes were fixed on a glowing projection of Gearfolk, the map highlighting areas where disturbances had been reported.Behind him, Garrick, a grizzled veteran and Veilith’s mentor, leaned against a desk cluttered with reports. His weathered face bore the weight of years spent fighting the unseen terrors of Gearfolk’s underbelly. He was scanning the latest updates from the lower rank, his expression grim
CHAPTER 89 : THE SHADOW’S ASSAULT
CHAPTER 89 : THE SHADOW’S ASSAULTThe shadowy figures moved in groups of three or four, their forms blending seamlessly into the darkness of Gearfolk’s lower rank. Like living nightmares, they glided across the cobblestone streets, their inky tendrils snaking out to ensnare anything, or anyone in their path. From his hidden position behind a broken-down automaton, Milo watched in growing horror.The shadows dragged their prey, unconscious men, women, and even children toward the depths of the alleyways. Their limp bodies scraped along the ground, the harsh sound grating against Milo’s ears. His stomach churned at the sight, and an unbidden thought pierced his mind:This can’t be happening.“What are they?” Milo whispered to himself, his voice barely audible.“Constructs gone rogue? No... no, this is something else. Something worse.” He continue.He tightened his grip on the flashbang device in his hand, its smooth metal surface cold against his clammy palm. Panic and anger warred with
CHAPTER 88 : NIGHTFALL IN GEARFOLK
CHAPTER 88 : NIGHTFALL IN GEARFOLKAs twilight deepened over Gearfolk, the air grew heavier, more oppressive than usual. The bustling city of inventors and craftsmen, typically alive with the hum of machinery and the clatter of tools, felt unnervingly silent tonight. Shadows stretched unnaturally long across the cobbled streets, as if the darkness itself was creeping closer.Milo stood in the doorway of his workshop, wiping oil-stained hands on his work apron. His eyes scanned the street outside. He had spent the better part of the day tinkering with his latest project, a portable energy blaster designed for self-defense. Gearfolk wasn’t the safest place, especially in the lower rank, where even engineers like him had to be prepared for trouble. Yet tonight, the usual rowdiness was absent. No clinking of tools, no distant chatter. Just silence.“It’s too quiet.” Milo thought, stepping outside. He gripped the blaster tightly, more out of instinct than fear. The air felt… wrong. Normal
CHAPTER 87 : D-91
CHAPTER 87 : D-91Deep within the cursed wasteland, Zharok’s lair loomed ominously, a fortress carved into a jagged mountain, shrouded in perpetual twilight. The air was thick with the stench of decay, and the ground trembled faintly as dark magic coursed through the veins of the earth. The sky above was forever clouded, casting an eternal shadow over the dark citadel. Winds howled mournfully through the craggy spires, carrying with them whispers of ancient curses and lost souls.Inside the fortress, within the heart of a vast chamber lined with cold stone, Zharok, the dark necromancer, stood atop a high platform, surveying the ritual space below. The chamber was dim, lit only by flickering braziers whose flames danced like hungry shadows. The crackling of the fire sounded like the murmurs of the damned. Zharok’s skeletal face was hidden beneath a tattered black hood, his body draped in robes of shadow, their edges forever shifting, as if they were alive. In his hands, he clutched a s
CHAPTER 86 : FLAMES OF REUNION
CHAPTER 86 : FLAMES OF REUNIONAs Loren headed off toward a nearby stream, Howard gathered dry wood and kindling, setting up a small fire with practiced ease. Meanwhile, Anne wandered around the clearing, carefully gathering wild herbs and edible plants growing nearby. With an experienced eye, she picked a few fragrant leaves and small wild spices that she knew would add flavor to their meal. Returning to the camp, she laid out her finds next to the fire, ready to prepare whatever Loren would bring back.. She smiled quietly to herself, glad to have a moment where survival didn’t feel like a battle.Howard struck a spark, and soon a steady flame danced in the center of their camp. Leaning back with his hands behind his head, he let out a satisfied sigh. "You know, this feels… nice. After all we’ve been through, a quiet night like this is exactly what we need." he said, watching the fire flicker. Anne, kneeling by the fire as she arranged her cooking tools, nodded in agreement. "Yeah
CHAPTER 85 : HOWARD’S ARRIVAL
CHAPTER 85 : HOWARD’S ARRIVALThe prismatic light from the Sword Prism Ultimate slowly dimmed, fading into shimmering motes of energy that scattered into the air like fragments of a broken rainbow. The ethereal entity that had fought alongside Howard vanished completely, leaving behind an eerie calm in the aftermath of the fierce battle. Howard stood tall, his staff planted firmly on the ground, still glowing faintly with residual energy from his restored mana circuit.He closed his eyes for a moment, taking in a deep breath. He could still feel the warmth of magic coursing steadily through his body, no longer chaotic, no longer painful. It was a sensation he hadn’t felt in years, pure, controlled power. He opened his eyes, his expression softening as he glanced down at his hands, faint traces of the prismatic energy still sparking around his fingertips.“It’s been a long time since I used it… it feels so good." Howard said aloud, his voice echoing faintly in the now-empty chamber.He
CHAPTER 84 : SWORD PRISM ULTIMATE
CHAPTER 84 : SWORD PRISM ULTIMATEHoward clenched his staff tightly, the prismatic glow of his newly activated mana circuits pulsating with raw energy. Every breath felt sharper, clearer, as if for the first time in years, his body had synchronized perfectly with his magic. This newfound surge of power coursing through his veins filled him with determination.“I have to finish this and get out of here… Loren, Anne… wait for me.” he whispered, his voice steady despite the tension in the air.Across the room, Temeris floated a few inches above the ground, his Chrono Orb spinning rapidly beside him. His casual smirk hadn’t faltered, but there was a flicker of caution in his eyes as he observed the change in Howard.“Your aura… it’s different now.” Temeris said, his tone more serious than before. “But even with your newfound strength, you still don’t understand the concept of time.” He narrowed his gaze. “I don’t need to understand time to beat you, Temeris. All I need is enough power,
CHAPTER 83 : TEMERIS
CHAPTER 83 : TEMERISHoward’s footsteps echoed through the vast, empty corridors of the labyrinth. His breathing was steady, but his eyes flickered with frustration. The maze was unlike anything he had ever encountered, its walls shimmered faintly, as if reality itself warped slightly within this place. Time seemed to stretch, with seconds feeling like minutes, and each corner he turned only led to more confusion. He pressed on, his staff glowing faintly in his hand, its magical energy guiding his way through the dimly lit corridors."I have to find a way out of here soon. I need to meet up with Loren and Anne again." Howard muttered to himself, gripping his weapon tightly. As he walked deeper into the labyrinth, the walls began to change. The usual grey stone gave way to smooth, glowing surfaces with an eerie bluish hue. The air felt heavier, as if the space itself was resisting his presence.Finally, he entered a vast, circular chamber bathed in an ethereal blue light. The ceiling
