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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
Holy War : Wish Crystal CHAPTER 25 : VEILITH’S PATH
CHAPTER 25 : VEILITH’S PATHIn the winding alleys and hidden corridors of the Upper Rank of Gearfolk, Veilith carved out a life in stark contrast to the one he’d left behind. Here in the world of power and privilege, he had forged a path among bounty hunters, sharp-eyed mercenaries whose loyalty was as fleeting as the marks they tracked down. Each assignment was a test, each battle a step further from the Lower Rank’s gritty streets and closer to a future he could seize for himself.Veilith had always been practical, even as a young boy. Growing up with Milo, he’d been swept up in his friend’s endless fascination with the crystal, that ancient relic that supposedly held untold power. Milo would rattle on about its mysteries for hours, pulling Veilith into elaborate theories and dragging him into old libraries to unearth forgotten fragments of history. Veilith remembered nights spent listening to Milo’s fervent dreams of transforming the world, of using the crystal to rise from the Low
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CHAPTER 69 : THE TWISTING FOREST: TRIAL OF DECEPTION
CHAPTER 69 : THE TWISTING FOREST: TRIAL OF DECEPTION“Okay, so where do we go now?” Loren muttered, unfolding the map as he leaned against a weathered boulder. The desert's heat still clung to his skin, but his thoughts were already focused on the next challenge.He traced his finger along the map’s path, stopping at a thick patch of green labeled ominously.“Next is The Twisting Forest.” he said, his brow furrowed.“The name’s not promising, but sitting around won’t get me anywhere.” he muttered, rolling the map back up. The lush expanse loomed ahead, a stark contrast to the barren desert behind him. It was time to move.The forest stood as a monolithic wall of green, its ancient trees twisted and gnarled as if shaped by centuries of storms. A shroud of mist clung to the air, giving the entire biome an otherworldly quality. Loren stepped cautiously into the dense thicket, his hand instinctively resting on the hilt of his greatsword. Each step felt heavier, as though the forest itse
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CHAPTER 68 : THE SCORCHED EXPANSE
CHAPTER 68 : THE SCORCHED EXPANSE"Okay, so where do we go now?" Loren muttered to himself as he unfolded the map Mayor Edran had given him. His eyes scanned the hand-drawn details, tracing the path from Aria Town toward his next destination.“It looks like there’s a desert ahead.” he continued, his finger resting on the wide expanse marked by jagged lines and faded ink. The map labeled it simply as The Scorched Expanse.Loren sighed and tucked the map into his satchel. “Great, Of course, it had to be a desert.” he murmured, tightening the strap of his cloak. With the sun just beginning to crest the horizon, Loren departed from Aria Town, his resolve stronger than ever. The cheers and gratitude of the villagers still echoed faintly in his ears, but his thoughts were fixed on the path ahead. Mayor Edran’s guidance had pointed him toward Dragonspire Mountain, but the journey would be anything but straightforward.Hours of walking turned into days. The grassy plains gave way to barren
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CHAPTER 67 : THE THIRD CRYSTAL CLAIMED
CHAPTER 67 : THE THIRD CRYSTAL CLAIMED The next day, Loren decided to walk through the town once more, perhaps for the last time. His heart was heavy with the knowledge that he needed to move on soon, but he wanted to see the people and the streets he had helped protect one final time. The air buzzed with the sound of hammers and saws as villagers worked tirelessly to rebuild their homes and livelihoods. His footsteps crunched softly against the gravel paths, blending into the lively atmosphere of Aria Town.Though the celebration from the previous night had ended, its spirit lingered in the bright smiles of the townsfolk. Children laughed as they played near the fountain, and merchants called out cheerfully to passersby as they set up their wares. It was a scene of recovery and hope, and Loren found himself quietly cherishing it.As he passed, villagers paused to bow or wave, their faces alight with gratitude. A young girl, no older than seven, ran up to him, clutching a small woode
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CHAPTER 66 : THE HERO OF ARIA
CHAPTER 66 : THE HERO OF ARIA The morning sun bathed Aria in warm golden light, a stark contrast to the gloom that had plagued the town during Vy’s reign of terror. As Loren approached the gates, he noticed the walls adorned with colorful banners, and the faint sound of laughter and music carried through the air.“Loren’s back! The hero returns!” The moment the townsfolk spotted him, a shout erupted. A wave of people poured out from the streets, their faces alight with joy and relief. Children darted ahead, pointing and cheering, their voices filled with excitement.“It’s true! He defeated the shadow!”Loren paused, momentarily overwhelmed by the attention. He had expected a town still reeling from its wounds, but instead, he was met with warmth and celebration.“Loren! You’ve returned victorious!” From the crowd emerged a middle-aged man dressed in formal attire, a broad-shouldered figure with a trimmed beard and a mayoral sash across his chest. His voice boomed as he stepped forwa
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CHAPTER 65 : THE DANCE OF SHADOWS PART 2
CHAPTER 65 : THE DANCE OF SHADOWS PART 2The forest seemed to hold its breath as the battle raged on. Loren’s fiery aura burned bright against the oppressive darkness of the clearing, his greatsword swinging in controlled arcs to keep Vy at bay. She moved like a wraith, her speed relentless, but the wounds she had sustained began to slow her movements. Blood dripped from her shoulder, leaving dark stains on the ground as she darted back into the shadows.Vy’s grin faltered, replaced by a grimace of frustration. Her dagger trembled in her hand, pulsing as if alive, its crimson light dimming momentarily. Loren saw the flicker of hesitation in her eyes and pressed forward.“Give it up, Vy. You can’t win this.” Loren said, his voice steady. Vy let out a low, guttural laugh, one that sent a chill through Loren’s spine. “Win? Loren, you misunderstand me. This is far from over.” Her voice was venomous, yet laced with something else, desperation. She took a step back, clutching her dagger
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CHAPTER 64 : THE DANCE OF SHADOWS: LOREN VS. VY
CHAPTER 64 : THE DANCE OF SHADOWS: LOREN VS. VYThe Whispering Woods was no longer the tranquil haven it had once been. The moonlight struggled to pierce through the canopy of gnarled branches, casting ghostly shadows that shifted with the wind. Loren tightened his grip on the hilt of his greatsword, his senses heightened. The once-familiar whispers of the forest now carried a sinister tone, an unnatural melody that seemed to taunt him with every step he took deeper into the woods.The people of Aria had spoken in hushed, fearful voices of a shadowy figure lurking within the forest, wielding a dagger that seemed alive with hunger. Loren knew the truth. This was no mere thief or rogue terrorizing the townsfolk; this was Vy. Her cursed dagger, once stained with his blood, had returned to claim more lives.Loren tread carefully, his boots crunching against the damp underbrush. The deeper he ventured, the heavier the air became, as though the forest itself recoiled from the malevolent for
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CHAPTER 63 : THE FUNDAMENTALS OF COMBAT
CHAPTER 63 : THE FUNDAMENTALS OF COMBATAs Anne sat beneath the grove’s ancient trees that evening, the Elder Bard approached her with a gentle yet commanding presence. She carried a lyre in her hands, its golden strings shimmering in the fading sunlight.“You’ve done well with the Lullaby of Tranquility.” the Elder Bard said, her voice melodic yet firm.“But soothing melodies alone won’t protect you in battle. There will be moments when you must defend yourself and strike.”“Strike? You mean... offensive magic?” Anne looked up, curiosity lighting her eyes. “Exactly.” the Elder Bard replied. She strummed her lyre lightly, and a series of glowing notes floated into the air before dissolving into nothingness. “Your harp is more than an instrument of harmony. It is a weapon, and I will teach you how to wield it.”“Start small. Play a single note and let it resonate—not just in your ears, but in the air around you. Feel the energy it creates.” The Elder Bard knelt beside Anne, her grac
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CHAPTER 62 : ANNE'S DISCOVERY: THE SYMPHONY OF SHADOWS
CHAPTER 62 : ANNE'S DISCOVERY: THE SYMPHONY OF SHADOWSThe Whispering Grove was alive with music. The rustling leaves, the soft hum of the wind, and the occasional chirping of distant birds, all blended into an eternal harmony. Anne had spent countless hours in the grove, her harp strings mimicking its melodies, her heart resonating with the grove's peaceful rhythm. Yet, despite her efforts, she sensed that the grove held something more, a deeper secret hidden within its symphony.The Elder Bard had been cryptic, as always. "The grove will reveal its truths to you when you’re ready." She said with a knowing smile. Anne hadn’t fully understood, but she trusted his wisdom.It was during one quiet evening, as twilight painted the skies in fiery orange and deep violet, that Anne ventured farther into the grove than ever before. The air was cooler here, the light softer, and the grove’s music more complex. Her fingers moved instinctively over her harp, her notes blending seamlessly with t
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CHAPTER 61 : RESONANT GUARD
CHAPTER 61 : RESONANT GUARDThe Elder led Anne to a clearing within the Grove, where the air was charged with a different energy. The wind seemed to whisper in a language Anne couldn’t understand, and the trees loomed overhead, their boughs swaying in a rhythmic dance. The Elder gestured for Anne to stand in the center of the clearing.“Play.” the Elder instructed.Anne hesitated, her fingers trembling as she lifted her harp. She began to play, soft and tentative, the familiar notes flowing from her fingers. The sound was sweet and gentle, the melody a balm to her weary heart. But as she played, the music around her began to warp, twisting and bending into something darker, more forceful. The trees seemed to shudder in response, and the wind picked up, swirling around her in a violent frenzy. The ground beneath her feet trembled, and Anne’s heart pounded as she tried to steady her hands.Her music, once a gentle caress, now felt like a storm. It was chaotic, wild, and uncontrollable.
