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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
Holy War : Wish Crystal CHAPTER 41 : A NEW JOURNEY
CHAPTER 41 : A NEW JOURNEY“They’re in danger.” declared a paladin, his voice low but resolute as he spotted Loren and his friends trapped in the swamp’s nightmarish haze. Without hesitation, he sprinted towards them, the radiance of his armor cutting through the shadows.As he neared the witch, the paladin raised his hands, and a spiraling vortex of light swirled into existence, gathering energy before launching toward the witch with divine force.“Disturber!” the witch hissed, her eyes flashing with anger as she twisted her form to evade the radiant tornado. The power of light scorched the air as it passed, leaving a crackling trail that made her recoil, shadows writhing at the edges of her figure.“You will not harm these souls any longer,” the paladin said, his voice firm and unwavering. The witch’s laughter faded as her anger intensified, her form momentarily flickering under the power of his light. He advanced, his presence steady and commanding, ready to face her dark magic h
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CHAPTER 91 : BEYOND THE DARKNESS
CHAPTER 91 : BEYOND THE DARKNESSThe streets of the lower rank were alive with a palpable tension, an unnatural chill carried by the night air. Milo stood his ground in the middle of a narrow alleyway, his traps and devices scattered around him in strategic positions. Tonight, the engineer had come prepared, his face set with determination as he now held his crossbow tightly.But no amount of preparation could have foreseen this.From the shadows, a swarm of dark figures emerged, more numerous than the previous night, their glowing, soulless eyes piercing through the dim light. Their movements were fluid and coordinated, forming a semicircle around Milo as they stalked closer. Their whispers filled the air, like a thousand voices murmuring from the void.Milo’s heart pounded in his chest, but he gritted his teeth and steadied his shaking hands.“Come on, then.” he muttered to himself, his voice trembling slightly. He pulled a small lever on his belt, activating a series of traps he’d
CHAPTER 90 : BENEATH THE GEARS
CHAPTER 90 : BENEATH THE GEARSFar above the grimy, chaotic streets of the lower rank, the polished walkways and intricate brass structures of the upper rank gleamed under the same moonlight. Here, life was orderly, efficient, and comfortablem, a stark contrast to the turmoil below. Yet, the unease from the lower rank seemed to have seeped even into these pristine streets, casting a shadow over the bounty hunter guild's operations.Veilith stood in the guild's observation chamber, a spacious room lined with intricate maps, magical detection devices, and communication consoles. His sharp eyes were fixed on a glowing projection of Gearfolk, the map highlighting areas where disturbances had been reported.Behind him, Garrick, a grizzled veteran and Veilith’s mentor, leaned against a desk cluttered with reports. His weathered face bore the weight of years spent fighting the unseen terrors of Gearfolk’s underbelly. He was scanning the latest updates from the lower rank, his expression grim
CHAPTER 89 : THE SHADOW’S ASSAULT
CHAPTER 89 : THE SHADOW’S ASSAULTThe shadowy figures moved in groups of three or four, their forms blending seamlessly into the darkness of Gearfolk’s lower rank. Like living nightmares, they glided across the cobblestone streets, their inky tendrils snaking out to ensnare anything, or anyone in their path. From his hidden position behind a broken-down automaton, Milo watched in growing horror.The shadows dragged their prey, unconscious men, women, and even children toward the depths of the alleyways. Their limp bodies scraped along the ground, the harsh sound grating against Milo’s ears. His stomach churned at the sight, and an unbidden thought pierced his mind:This can’t be happening.“What are they?” Milo whispered to himself, his voice barely audible.“Constructs gone rogue? No... no, this is something else. Something worse.” He continue.He tightened his grip on the flashbang device in his hand, its smooth metal surface cold against his clammy palm. Panic and anger warred with
CHAPTER 88 : NIGHTFALL IN GEARFOLK
CHAPTER 88 : NIGHTFALL IN GEARFOLKAs twilight deepened over Gearfolk, the air grew heavier, more oppressive than usual. The bustling city of inventors and craftsmen, typically alive with the hum of machinery and the clatter of tools, felt unnervingly silent tonight. Shadows stretched unnaturally long across the cobbled streets, as if the darkness itself was creeping closer.Milo stood in the doorway of his workshop, wiping oil-stained hands on his work apron. His eyes scanned the street outside. He had spent the better part of the day tinkering with his latest project, a portable energy blaster designed for self-defense. Gearfolk wasn’t the safest place, especially in the lower rank, where even engineers like him had to be prepared for trouble. Yet tonight, the usual rowdiness was absent. No clinking of tools, no distant chatter. Just silence.“It’s too quiet.” Milo thought, stepping outside. He gripped the blaster tightly, more out of instinct than fear. The air felt… wrong. Normal
CHAPTER 87 : D-91
CHAPTER 87 : D-91Deep within the cursed wasteland, Zharok’s lair loomed ominously, a fortress carved into a jagged mountain, shrouded in perpetual twilight. The air was thick with the stench of decay, and the ground trembled faintly as dark magic coursed through the veins of the earth. The sky above was forever clouded, casting an eternal shadow over the dark citadel. Winds howled mournfully through the craggy spires, carrying with them whispers of ancient curses and lost souls.Inside the fortress, within the heart of a vast chamber lined with cold stone, Zharok, the dark necromancer, stood atop a high platform, surveying the ritual space below. The chamber was dim, lit only by flickering braziers whose flames danced like hungry shadows. The crackling of the fire sounded like the murmurs of the damned. Zharok’s skeletal face was hidden beneath a tattered black hood, his body draped in robes of shadow, their edges forever shifting, as if they were alive. In his hands, he clutched a s
CHAPTER 86 : FLAMES OF REUNION
CHAPTER 86 : FLAMES OF REUNIONAs Loren headed off toward a nearby stream, Howard gathered dry wood and kindling, setting up a small fire with practiced ease. Meanwhile, Anne wandered around the clearing, carefully gathering wild herbs and edible plants growing nearby. With an experienced eye, she picked a few fragrant leaves and small wild spices that she knew would add flavor to their meal. Returning to the camp, she laid out her finds next to the fire, ready to prepare whatever Loren would bring back.. She smiled quietly to herself, glad to have a moment where survival didn’t feel like a battle.Howard struck a spark, and soon a steady flame danced in the center of their camp. Leaning back with his hands behind his head, he let out a satisfied sigh. "You know, this feels… nice. After all we’ve been through, a quiet night like this is exactly what we need." he said, watching the fire flicker. Anne, kneeling by the fire as she arranged her cooking tools, nodded in agreement. "Yeah
CHAPTER 85 : HOWARD’S ARRIVAL
CHAPTER 85 : HOWARD’S ARRIVALThe prismatic light from the Sword Prism Ultimate slowly dimmed, fading into shimmering motes of energy that scattered into the air like fragments of a broken rainbow. The ethereal entity that had fought alongside Howard vanished completely, leaving behind an eerie calm in the aftermath of the fierce battle. Howard stood tall, his staff planted firmly on the ground, still glowing faintly with residual energy from his restored mana circuit.He closed his eyes for a moment, taking in a deep breath. He could still feel the warmth of magic coursing steadily through his body, no longer chaotic, no longer painful. It was a sensation he hadn’t felt in years, pure, controlled power. He opened his eyes, his expression softening as he glanced down at his hands, faint traces of the prismatic energy still sparking around his fingertips.“It’s been a long time since I used it… it feels so good." Howard said aloud, his voice echoing faintly in the now-empty chamber.He
CHAPTER 84 : SWORD PRISM ULTIMATE
CHAPTER 84 : SWORD PRISM ULTIMATEHoward clenched his staff tightly, the prismatic glow of his newly activated mana circuits pulsating with raw energy. Every breath felt sharper, clearer, as if for the first time in years, his body had synchronized perfectly with his magic. This newfound surge of power coursing through his veins filled him with determination.“I have to finish this and get out of here… Loren, Anne… wait for me.” he whispered, his voice steady despite the tension in the air.Across the room, Temeris floated a few inches above the ground, his Chrono Orb spinning rapidly beside him. His casual smirk hadn’t faltered, but there was a flicker of caution in his eyes as he observed the change in Howard.“Your aura… it’s different now.” Temeris said, his tone more serious than before. “But even with your newfound strength, you still don’t understand the concept of time.” He narrowed his gaze. “I don’t need to understand time to beat you, Temeris. All I need is enough power,
CHAPTER 83 : TEMERIS
CHAPTER 83 : TEMERISHoward’s footsteps echoed through the vast, empty corridors of the labyrinth. His breathing was steady, but his eyes flickered with frustration. The maze was unlike anything he had ever encountered, its walls shimmered faintly, as if reality itself warped slightly within this place. Time seemed to stretch, with seconds feeling like minutes, and each corner he turned only led to more confusion. He pressed on, his staff glowing faintly in his hand, its magical energy guiding his way through the dimly lit corridors."I have to find a way out of here soon. I need to meet up with Loren and Anne again." Howard muttered to himself, gripping his weapon tightly. As he walked deeper into the labyrinth, the walls began to change. The usual grey stone gave way to smooth, glowing surfaces with an eerie bluish hue. The air felt heavier, as if the space itself was resisting his presence.Finally, he entered a vast, circular chamber bathed in an ethereal blue light. The ceiling
