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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
Holy War : Wish Crystal CHAPTER 30 : KAEL VS GRAGAN
CHAPTER 30 : KAEL VS GRAGANThe sky above was darkened by dense clouds, and the wind howled, whipping through the trees and undergrowth surrounding Kael’s territory. The elf mage’s sanctuary lay hidden deep in the heart of the mystical forest, where few dared to tread. Within his stone chamber, Kael was sitting, surrounded by shelves stacked with ancient tomes and scrolls filled with knowledge from eras long forgotten. But his calm was suddenly broken by a sharp, pulsing sensation that prickled his skin and reverberated through his bones.A surge of raw energy crackled in the air around him, penetrating even the magical defenses woven around his lair."What is this energy?" he muttered, his voice laced with irritation. Rising to his feet, he felt the familiar buzz of his territory being breached, something that hadn't happened in ages. Kael’s silver eyes narrowed with menace, the faintest glimmer of annoyance flickering across his face. "Who dares to enter my territory? A bother ind
Holy War : Wish Crystal CHAPTER 31 : GRAGAN DETERMINATION
CHAPTER 31 : GRAGAN DETERMINATIONGragan’s entire body was aflame with fury, the kind of anger that had simmered over years of betrayal, betrayal that tore at his honor like a wound that would never heal. Every blow, every swing of his hamaxe, was driven by his need to redeem himself, to prove his worth not only to himself but to the memory of his beloved prince, Zen. The betrayal that cost him his position, his life, his honor, it all boiled to the surface, pushing him onward with reckless determination. His soul demanded one thing: vengeance.Kael, watching Gragan charge forward like an unstoppable force, smirked. This human was stubborn, that much was clear, and perhaps a bit mad. But no amount of anger would be enough to surpass Kael’s mastery of the elements. With a flick of his wrist, Kael summoned roots from the earth, thick and gnarled, which shot up around Gragan in twisted shapes, forming a dome of ancient, unyielding wood. The dome grew higher and higher, roots interlocking
Holy War : Wish Crystal CHAPTER 32 : ECHOES OF LIGHT AND SHADOW
CHAPTER 32 : ECHOES OF LIGHT AND SHADOWGragan lifted his hamaxe, his eyes blazing with fury as he brought it down toward Kael’s prone form. “Die!” he bellowed, his voice echoing through the forest, thick with rage and retribution. The blade cleaved downward, aimed at Kael’s chest, ready to finish what had been a brutal, exhausting fight.But just as the hamaxe struck, Kael’s body flickered, and in an instant, the form on the ground was nothing more than a log, splintered in two by the force of Gragan’s blow. Gragan’s eyes widened in shock, and he let out a guttural, frustrated roar that reverberated through the clearing. His enemy had escaped, again. Kael’s illusion had been so seamless, so perfectly timed, that Gragan had been tricked yet again. His fists clenched around the hilt of his weapon, and he seethed with anger, feeling the familiar sting of betrayal once more.The air settled, thick and tense in the aftermath. Gragan’s breath was ragged as he stood amidst the splintered r
Holy War : Wish Crystal CHAPTER 33 : SHADOW OF BLADE
CHAPTER 33 : SHADOW OF BLADEThe darkness settled into Vy's veins, a pulse of shadow that felt both foreign and intrinsic, as if it had always been there, waiting for this very moment to be summoned. She staggered slightly, the weight of Azael’s power bearing down upon her like a storm. The dark energy snaked through her veins, mingling with her heartbeat until every thump felt like thunder.From the swirling shadows, Azael’s voice rumbled again, softer but laced with a cold intensity, wrapping around her mind like a vice.“You carry this gift, but know it is not yours alone. It craves the spilling of blood, it lives through your wrath.”Vy clenched her jaw, her fingers tingling as dark wisps coiled around the dagger at her side, infusing it with a shadowy aura. The blade, once just steel, now thrummed with the essence of Azael himself, shadows spiraling up from its edge like dark flames. She gripped the dagger tightly, feeling it vibrate with a thirst she barely understood yet fully
Holy War : Wish Crystal CHAPTER 34 : SPIRIT OF DAWN
CHAPTER 34 : SPIRIT OF DAWNIn the quiet of the ancient grove, where beams of sunlight broke through the canopy in shafts of golden light, Anfalen knelt reverently, his head bowed. He sensed the presence of Ezalor, the God of Light, as a warm, steady glow in the air around him. Ezalor had guided him for years, yet today felt different. There was an electric charge to the atmosphere, an anticipation that made Anfalen’s skin tingle.“Anfalen, loyal summoner, your journey has brought you to the threshold of greater strength, but also greater responsibility. Today, I bestow upon you the Staff of Heaven.” A voice, soft yet radiant with power, echoed through the grove. At these words, a dazzling light began to form before Anfalen, taking shape with each passing second. The light elongated, coalescing into the silhouette of a staff, the glow intensifying until it became nearly blinding. Then, in a sudden pulse, the brilliance faded, and in its place stood the Staff of Heaven.It was an eleg
Holy War : Wish Crystal CHAPTER 35 : LOREN’S NIGHTMARE
CHAPTER 35 : LOREN’S NIGHTMAREAfter an exhausting day, Loren, Howard, and Anne found refuge in a quiet inn at the edge of town. They were physically drained from the intense boss fight event, each carrying lingering adrenaline and minor injuries as reminders of the brutal combat. As they settled into the comfort of their small but cozy room, the world outside faded, and they finally let their guard down.Anne stretched her arms overhead, her fingers tracing the ceiling beams. “I don’t think I’ve felt this sore since days ago. That boss fight was a lot.” she said, letting out a tired laugh as she dropped onto one of the beds. “Understatement of the year. I thought we’d lost it when Peacant got in that last strike. You saw Howard’s face, he looked ready to turn tail!” Loren chuckled, kicking off his boots and easing into a chair. “Ha! I did not.” Howard grumbled, though a faint smile betrayed him. “I was just being… strategically cautious.”“Strategically cautious, right. So cautiou
Holy War : Wish Crystal CHAPTER 36 : THE DARK CONQUEST OF ZHAROK
CHAPTER 36 : THE DARK CONQUEST OF ZHAROKAs Zharok and the Death Knight reached the darkened entrance of their hidden lair, a chilling silence filled the space. Both of them were battered from the recent battle with their enemy, but determination burned in Zharok’s eyes, undeterred by the injuries that marred his once-imposing figure. His cloak was torn, stained with his own blood, and his breathing was ragged, but his eyes held an intense, unyielding fury. Howard had not only injured him but had struck a blow to his pride, something Zharok could not forgive. He clenched his fists, feeling the stinging reminder of both his injuries and his wounded ego."Howard." he spat, his voice low and simmering with hate. "A wretched creature like you is unworthy to lay a hand on me. But soon… you will know the cost of crossing me. You and your pitiful companions." The threat lingered in the cold air, heavy with his malice.Zharok and the Death Knight crossed the threshold of their lair, the wind
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