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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
Holy War : Wish Crystal CHAPTER 23 : MILO’S STORY
CHAPTER 23 : MILO’S STORYThe ancient book on the floor began to tremble, its yellowed pages flipping open in a blur, faster and faster, as if guided by an invisible hand. Milo froze, staring in wide-eyed astonishment as a brilliant, blinding light burst forth from the center of the book. Instinctively, he raised his arm, using his worn vest to shield his eyes from the searing brightness, his heart hammering in his chest.“Grrraaaahhhh!” Vorador’s shriek of agony pierced the room. The assassin’s undead form twisted as the light’s warmth took on a razor-sharp intensity, burning with a searing heat that seemed to consume him from the inside out. Clawing at the air in a futile attempt to escape, Vorador’s bony fingers stretched toward Milo, a final act of desperation as his fleshless body dissolved into wisps of smoke, then crumbled into a pile of ash.When the last echo of Vorador’s scream faded, a charged silence filled the room, punctuated only by the soft crackle of dissipating ener
Holy War : Wish Crystal CHAPTER 24 : MILO AND VEILITH
CHAPTER 24 : MILO AND VEILITHThe sun was just beginning to set as Veilith strolled through the bustling, rusty streets of Gearfolk’s Lower Rank, his homemade weapon strapped proudly across his back. He was on his way to visit Milo’s workshop, a routine he’d come to enjoy. Despite the struggles of life in the Lower Rank, Milo’s place was always a refuge, a corner filled with sparks, tools, and dreams. Today, however, Veilith was in for something unexpected.As Veilith pushed open the creaky door to the workshop, the faint smell of oil and burnt metal filled the air. Milo was hunched over his workbench, completely absorbed in the tattered pages of a book. Veilith, grinning, stepped closer and noticed the peculiar title.“Hey, what book is that, Milo?” Veilith’s voice broke Milo’s focus. He looked up, a strange gleam in his eye that Veilith hadn’t seen before.“This…” Milo paused, his voice low and tinged with reverence.“…is a source of knowledge and power. With this book, Veilith, I’l
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