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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
Holy War : Wish Crystal CHAPTER 42 : XUN
CHAPTER 42 : XUN“The third crystal will appear in Festerfort.” the system’s voice echoed, breaking through the eerie silence. This time, unlike its usual cryptic tones, the system delivered its message with unusual clarity and precision, as if the stakes demanded no room for ambiguity.In the shadows, a woman stood with poised determination. Her long black hair was tied back neatly, a contrast to her sharp, focused eyes. She worked quickly but methodically, inspecting her long rifle. Its sleek, shiny black surface gleamed in the faint light, a testament to the care and precision she devoted to her weapon. It was more than just a tool, it was an extension of herself. Satisfied with her preparations, she stood, slinging the rifle over her shoulder.The landscape before her was the remnants of what once had been a thriving city: Festerfort. Now, it was a place where time and war had left their indelible scars. The air was thick with the smell of moss and decay, as vegetation slowly rec
Holy War : Wish Crystal CHAPTER 43 : DAGGER AND BULLET
CHAPTER 43 : DAGGER AND BULLETXun hurled his dagger with expert precision toward the woman. As the blade sliced through the air, he suddenly disappeared, reappearing in the blink of an eye at the dagger’s trajectory. In one fluid motion, he seized the weapon mid-flight and slashed downward at the woman.But she was faster. Anticipating the attack, she twisted her body, narrowly avoiding the blade, and leapt backward. With a smooth movement, she raised her rifle and fired, the shot ringing out through the quiet ruins. Xun’s dagger flashed as he deflected the bullet, the sound of metal clashing against metal reverberating in the empty streets.Adjusting her stance, the woman shifted from defense to offense. Her rifle's barrel gleamed under the faint light as she unleashed a rapid volley of shots toward Xun, each bullet aimed with precision. Xun, however, moved like a shadow given form. His dagger spun and twirled in his hands, deflecting every bullet with unnerving precision, the metal
Holy War : Wish Crystal CHAPTER 44 : BLADES, BULLETS, AND BLOOD
CHAPTER 44 : BLADES, BULLETS, AND BLOODThe ruins of Festerfort trembled with the chaos of battle. The rhythmic clang of metal meeting lead bullet echoed through the desolate city as Xun and the woman engaged in a deadly dance. Sparks erupted with each deflected shot, the woman’s rifle crackling like thunder while Xun’s dagger moved like a serpent, weaving through her onslaught with unnerving precision.Xun smirked as he deflected another bullet with a flick of his blade. “Persistent, aren’t you?” he taunted, circling her like a predator.The woman said nothing, her sharp eyes locked on him. She reloaded her rifle with practiced speed, the faint click of the mechanism the only answer to his mockery. Her movements were calculated, each step carefully measured as she sought the perfect angle to strike.Then, the ground shuddered.A low, guttural rumble rolled through the ruins, growing louder with each second. Dust and loose debris trembled, cascading from the remnants of nearby struct
Holy War : Wish Crystal CHAPTER 45 : WHIRLWIND OF FURY
CHAPTER 45 : WHIRLWIND OF FURYThe air grew heavier as Gragan unleashed his ultimate skill. A violent whirlwind erupted around him, its howling winds tearing through the ruins of Festerfort. Dust and debris flew like shrapnel, spinning chaotically toward him. At the eye of the storm, Gragan stood firm, his massive hamaxe a blur of destruction as he spun it relentlessly, obliterating anything caught in the vortex’s pull.Xun fought against the whirlwind, his feet skidding across the ground as he struggled to resist its power. A sudden gust sent him hurtling through the air. In a desperate move, he hurled his dagger mid-flight, the blade slicing through the chaos before he blinked to its location in a flash of silvery aura. He landed heavily, clutching his side where the winds had left a deep gash. Blood trickled down his arm, but he gritted his teeth, standing tall.Not far away, the woman fared worse. The raging winds seized her, tossing her like a ragdoll into the ruins of a crumblin
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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
