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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
Holy War : Wish Crystal CHAPTER 26 : KAEL THE GRAND MAGUS
CHAPTER 26 : KAEL THE GRAND MAGUSThe room was dim, with a faint, eerie green glow emanating from enchanted sconces along the wall, casting flickering shadows over shelves crammed with ancient tomes. The scent of aged parchment mixed with earthy herbs filled the air, adding to the atmosphere of arcane mystery that pervaded the large wooden structure nestled deep within the forest. This was Kael’s sanctuary, a place steeped in magic and history, each book within it a gateway to power and forbidden knowledge.Kael, a long-eared Elven mage with flowing silver hair, stood by a massive, ornate desk. His pale fingers lightly traced the edge of an open tome in front of him, hovering over yellowed pages filled with dense, ancient script. His sharp, silver eyes scanned the text with practiced ease. Each word seemed to fuel the ambitious fire simmering within him.“So, the holy war begins.” he muttered, an intrigued smile tugging at his lips. His voice was soft yet laced with a razor-sharp edg
Holy War : Wish Crystal CHAPTER 27 : BOSS FIGHT EVENT
CHAPTER 27 : BOSS FIGHT EVENTThe crisp, automated voice filled the realm, echoing through the trees and rocky cliffs as the system announced the new twist in this year’s holy war: a Boss Fight Event. The announcement sent a ripple of excitement and tension among the participants scattered across the battleground, each one briefly pausing to listen."Attention all participants, this year's holy war has a new rule called the Boss Fight Event. Participants will face powerful enemies known as bosses. Defeating a boss will reward you with valuable items. Several bosses are scheduled to appear in the realm throughout the event, and remember: only the participant who lands the final blow will receive the reward."The last line made Loren’s ears perk up. He looked around at his small group, Howard, a stocky, armored warrior with an intense gaze, and Anne, a slender bard with a haunting beauty and a gentle yet mischievous smile. Their trio had formed an alliance early on, trusting each other
Holy War : Wish Crystal CHAPTER 28 : THE FIRST REALM
CHAPTER 28 : THE FIRST REALM Loren pressed the Yes button on his invitation popup, feeling a surge of anticipation as the world around him warped. In an instant, he, Howard, and Anne were transported to the boss arena, a vast, open grassland stretching endlessly in every direction under a pale sky. The stillness was eerie, broken only by the soft rustling of grass in the wind."Alright, let's see how strong this boss really is." Loren said, cracking his knuckles. Before long, a dark shadow passed over them. They looked up, squinting against the sun, as a massive bird descended from the clouds. The creature’s wings stretched wide, its feathers shimmering like dark steel. Each beat of its wings sent gusts of wind rippling through the grass, forcing them to steady themselves against its power.It was Peacant, the first boss in the event, towering and menacing, its golden eyes gleaming with intelligence and malice."Alright, team." Loren began, squaring his shoulders. "Let’s use our us
Holy War : Wish Crystal CHAPTER 29 : GRAGAN
CHAPTER 29 : GRAGANGragan, the berserker warrior known throughout the Zenonian Empire as the Iron Fist of Zenonia, had once been the epitome of loyalty and strength. His stature alone, a towering figure clad in polished silver armor, wielding the infamous Hamaxe, was enough to keep even the most brazen foes at bay. For years, he served as the personal guard to Prince Zen, the beloved heir to the throne. Together, they had journeyed to distant lands, defended the kingdom from invasions, and formed a bond that transcended the formal titles of master and servant. To Gragan, Zen was not only a prince but also a friend he would lay down his life to protect.Gragan and Prince Zen's connection ran deep, beyond duty and loyalty, forged in the quiet moments away from the throne and the battlefield. Gragan wasn’t just a guard to Zen; he was a steadfast companion, almost a brother in spirit. Together, they would sit by the flickering light of the fire late into the night, Zen sharing stories of
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CHAPTER 70 : THE FROZEN GUARDIAN
CHAPTER 70 : THE FROZEN GUARDIANThe air grew colder as Loren stepped into the tundra biome. The snow stretched endlessly, a pristine white blanket that reflected the pale sun. Each breath he took was sharp, his lungs burning with the icy chill. The winds howled like mournful spirits, and the occasional crunch of his boots in the snow was swallowed by the vast silence.Loren tightened his grip on his greatsword, the weight of the blade offering a strange comfort in the desolation. He knew the tundra dragon awaited him at the heart of this frozen wasteland. His battle with the desert dragon had left him weary but determined.As he trudged forward, a storm began to brew on the horizon. Dark clouds rolled in, and the winds became fierce, pelting him with stinging ice shards. His pace slowed, each step feeling heavier, as though the snow itself were trying to swallow him. Suddenly, the ground beneath him trembled.A deep, guttural roar shattered the quiet, sending a flock of frost-covered
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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
