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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
Holy War : Wish Crystal CHAPTER 37 : THE SWAMP
CHAPTER 37 : THE SWAMPLoren, Anne, and Howard continue their journey forward, their journey to the northern mountains leading them through a seemingly endless expanse of dense forest. As they ventured deeper, the trees grew taller and more twisted, their gnarled branches clawing at the sky like skeletal fingers. The once-sturdy ground beneath them began to soften, transforming into the murky, mud-ridden depths of a sprawling swamp.A thick, damp fog began to settle, casting an eerie pall over the area and swallowing up the thin rays of sunlight that dared filter through the canopy. The swamp felt alive, the stagnant water rippling as if disturbed by unseen creatures lurking just below the surface. A cold, unpleasant odor hung heavy in the air, a noxious mix of decaying leaves and stagnant water that made every breath feel labored.“Why did it have to be a swamp? I’ve got a terrible feeling about this place.” Anne muttered, pulling her cloak tighter around herself. The ground grew so
Holy War : Wish Crystal CHAPTER 38 : THE HARP THAT WAITED
CHAPTER 38 : THE HARP THAT WAITEDAs Anne lay under the witch’s hypnosis spell, she began to drift deeper into a dream, or rather, a nightmare. Memories of her past resurfaced, vivid and relentless, transporting her back to her childhood in Heilen Village, a place she had both loved and lost.In her dream, Anne found herself back in the familiar warmth of her family’s small cottage, surrounded by the earthy scent of herbs and the faint melody of her mother’s harp. The scene was peaceful, almost idyllic. She could see her mother, Maria, moving gracefully through the room, tending to herbs and preparing healing potions. Maria’s warm smile lit up the space, a gentle reminder of her nurturing spirit and dedication to the people of Heilen. Her mother was the village’s most skilled healer, known not only for her abilities but also for her kindness and unwavering strength.Across the room, her father, Shon, sat by the hearth, meticulously polishing his sword. He was a towering, strong man wi
Holy War : Wish Crystal CHAPTER 39 : MÉMOIRE
CHAPTER 39 : MÉMOIREOn a bright morning, Claire decided to take young Anne to the market in town. It had been a few days since the last word of the war effort, and the silence hung over Heilen village like an unseen mist. Claire tried to keep Anne busy with small outings to the plaza and quiet afternoons at home, but she couldn’t entirely shield the child from the unease filling the air. Despite her best efforts to mask her worry, Claire’s heart tightened each time she looked at Anne, who still clutched the harp Maria had given her.The town plaza was bustling that day, villagers going about their business, some with faint lines of worry etched across their faces, others glancing toward the bulletin board as if waiting for news. Claire and Anne walked through the crowd, with Anne skipping along, holding tightly to her aunt’s hand.As they approached the square, Claire’s gaze was drawn to the large bulletin board at the center. There, a new announcement was posted, a large, neatly wri
Holy War : Wish Crystal CHAPTER 40 : HAUNTING REGRETS
CHAPTER 40 : HAUNTING REGRETSAs the witch’s chilling whispers lingered in Howard’s mind, he felt himself slipping into a dark, dreamlike haze. He drifted deeper and deeper, his surroundings dissolving until he found himself standing in the middle of a vast battlefield. Smoke and ash choked the air, and the echo of steel clashing against steel filled his ears.The nightmarish battlefield stretched out endlessly before Howard, trapping him in its suffocating grip. The earth beneath him was soaked with the blood of countless fallen warriors, and the air reeked of smoke and despair. Every broken weapon, every torn banner embedded in the ground seemed to hold a memory of the battle’s brutal intensity, echoing with the silent screams of the lives lost here. The storm raging above mirrored the turmoil in Howard’s heart, casting flashes of blinding light that momentarily illuminated the devastation around him.Raindrops pelted down with merciless force, cold and unrelenting, mingling with th
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