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Holy War : Wish Crystal 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
Holy War : Wish Crystal 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
Holy War : Wish Crystal 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
Holy War : Wish Crystal CHAPTER 71 : THE SUMMIT OF DRAGONSPIRE
CHAPTER 71 : THE SUMMIT OF DRAGONSPIRELoren’s boots crunched against the rocky path as he climbed the final stretch of Dragonspire Mountain. The air was hot and thick with ash, the heat from the molten lava bubbling below radiating against his skin. His body ached from the trials he’d endured through the mountain’s biomes, but his determination had only grown stronger.The summit was unlike anything Loren had seen before. Lava rivers flowed like glowing veins through the blackened earth, and jagged volcanic rocks jutted toward the sky. At the very heart of this fiery chaos stood a solitary figure, cloaked in a mixture of shadow and flame.Loren’s eyes narrowed. This had to be Davion, the legendary swordsman and dragon tamer. The stories described him as a man who transcended human limits, and the sheer aura radiating from him seemed to confirm it.Davion turned slowly, revealing a tall, broad-shouldered man with silver hair streaked with crimson, as if fire itself had marked him. His
Holy War : Wish Crystal CHAPTER 72 : THE SHOWDOWN IN GEARFOLK
CHAPTER 72 : THE SHOWDOWN IN GEARFOLK The narrow alley of Gearfolk exploded into chaos as Veilith crouched behind a stack of metal crates, his twin revolvers gleaming under the faint light of overhead lamps. Each shot he fired was precise, punching through the smaller constructs that swarmed him. Sparks erupted with every hit, and the air filled with the acrid scent of burning metal.Milo stood at the far end of the alley, his mechanical arm glowing faintly as he watched Veilith with an expression that was equal parts amusement and irritation. His cloak fluttered in the wind as he adjusted the settings on his wrist device.“Still hiding behind cover, Veilith? I expected better from you.” Milo’s voice echoed, cold and taunting. Veilith peeked over the crates, his keen eyes scanning the battlefield. The smaller automatons were closing in, their glowing eyes and sharp appendages reflecting Milo’s cruel design. With a practiced motion, Veilith loaded special ammunition into his revolver
Holy War : Wish Crystal CHAPTER 73 : MILO'S RELUCTANCE
CHAPTER 73 : MILO'S RELUCTANCEVeilith ducked behind the remains of a shattered construct, his chest heaving as he reloaded his twin pistols with trembling hands. The soft clicks of the chambers locking into place were drowned out by the heavy stomps of Milo's towering automaton. The massive construct loomed above him, its glowing red eyes scanning the alley as it prepared to strike again.“Stay down, Veilith! Don’t make me do this.” Milo’s voice echoed, both a warning and a plea. “You’ve already done enough, Milo.” Veilith gritted his teeth, brushing blood from his temple. With a swift motion, Veilith popped out of cover and fired a volley of shots. The bullets slammed into the automaton's plating, but they only left shallow dents. Veilith aimed for the glowing joints on its arms and legs, hoping to slow it down, but the armor was too thick. The automaton retaliated, one of its saw blades slicing through the air with terrifying speed. Veilith barely rolled out of the way in time, t
Holy War : Wish Crystal CHAPTER 74 : THE REST AT THE LAKE
CHAPTER 74 : THE REST AT THE LAKEThe sun dipped lower on the horizon as Loren trudged to the edge of a serene lake nestled in the shadow of Dragonspire Mountain. The air here felt different, calmer, almost sacred, as if this place was untouched by the chaos of his recent battles. A cool breeze carried the crisp scent of pine and fresh water, a stark contrast to the scorching heat and fiery chaos he had faced atop the summit.Loren dropped his pack with a heavy thud near the water’s edge and let out a weary sigh. The aches in his body were relentless; his arms felt like lead, his legs struggled to hold him upright, and his chest burned with every breath. The wounds from his battle with Davion, the legendary swordsman-turned-dragon, throbbed painfully, a vivid reminder of how close he had come to losing.Kneeling by the lake, Loren cupped his hands to gather the cool, crystal-clear water. As he splashed it over his face, the sensation was almost shocking, a momentary escape from the fa
Holy War : Wish Crystal CHAPTER 75 : THE WARDEN
CHAPTER 75 : THE WARDENThe announcement echoed across the realm, its mechanical voice cold and impersonal:"Attention all participants, the next boss fight event will begin soon."Loren paused in his tracks, clutching his greatsword tightly."The boss this time is The Warden," the system continued. "Participants will receive a Radar item, which can detect the position of nearby enemies."Loren's brows furrowed. “The Warden, huh? That sounds ominous.”But it wasn’t just the boss that caught his attention. A question tugged at his thoughts. “Wait... if I accept this invitation, will I see Anne and Howard?”The system’s voice interrupted his musing. “Participants have 10 seconds to accept or decline the invitation.”A glowing pop-up appeared in front of Loren, a countdown ticking ominously:“10”“9”“8”Loren clenched his fists. "I hope they also accept this invitation," he muttered. He didn’t have time to hesitate. The chances of reuniting with his friends, even amidst danger, outweighe
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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