The southern mountain region, known as the "Heavenly Mountains," was a breathtaking sight. Towering peaks seemed to float above the clouds, their snow-covered summits glistening in the sunlight. Thick white mist hung over deep valleys, while a cool breeze rustled through the boulders and steep cliffs. Hidden behind mossy stone walls, ancient shelters lay undisturbed, and swift rivers flowed gracefully through the valleys, adding to the area’s beauty.
The Dragonians, who inhabited this serene landscape, lived in harmony with their surroundings, uninterested in holy combat only in maintaining the balance of their land.
However, this tranquility was shattered by the looming presence of an undead army led by the Death Knights and Zharok, a cruel and merciless necromancer. Countless corpses, moving with stiff motions, filled the steep slopes of the mountains, creating a bleak and terrifying sight. They were relentless, advancing with a singular goal: to seize the crystal hidden in the sacred place of the dragon gods.
Zharok, his long black coat billowing behind him, wore a face twisted with anger and greed as he arrived before a magnificent dragon temple. This temple, crafted from massive stones adorned with ancient dragon symbols, emanated a sacred aura. A golden light shone from within, indicating the presence of something powerful and ancient the crystal they sought.
As Zharok approached, the great gates of the temple slowly swung open, revealing the Chimera, the temple’s loyal guardian. The Chimera was a two-headed dragon, one head breathing red flames while the other exhaled icy cold air. Its scales gleamed like heated bronze, and its eyes held both wisdom and menace.
Zharok glared at the Chimera with contempt.
“Where di you hide the crystal?” he demanded, his voice laced with anger. When the Chimera remained silent, standing as a formidable barrier before the temple, Zharok spat.
“You foolish dragon.” He raised his hand, dark magic gathering in his palm. The undead army behind him waited eagerly for his command, poised to charge.
The epic battle commenced.
Zharok hurled a massive ball of dark energy at the Chimera, but the guardian dragon swiftly dodged. With a roar that reverberated through the earth, the fiery head unleashed a torrent of flames, igniting the ground around Zharok. Although he shielded himself with magic, the searing heat penetrated the barrier.
Simultaneously, the Chimera’s ice head exhaled a frosty breath, conjuring a mini-blizzard that engulfed the advancing undead army. Those corpses struck by the ice instantly froze, their fragile bodies shattering into countless pieces. Yet, despite the destruction, the relentless undead continued to press forward.
Zharok quickly cast another spell, summoning giant hands from the ground that lunged to seize the Chimera’s feet. However, the two-headed dragon remained unfazed. With extraordinary strength, it tore free from the dark grasp and soared into the air, its massive wings beating powerfully.
From its elevated position, the Chimera unleashed its full might. The fire head launched a swirling torrent of flames, while the ice head sent forth sharp icicles at lightning speed toward Zharok. Each attack forced the necromancer further on the defensive, sweat glistening on his brow.
At a critical moment, Zharok produced a forbidden artifact: the Orb of Decay, a dark sphere capable of paralyzing an opponent's magic power. He tossed it into the air, and the orb radiated dark energy, enveloping the Chimera and slowly draining its magical essence. The Chimera began to struggle; its fire breath weakened, and its ice breath lost its potency.
“This time, no one can stop us.” Zharok smirked, sensing victory.
Yet, the Chimera still had one last card to play. With a fearsome roar, its two heads combined their powers, conjuring a violent elemental storm of fire and ice. The tempest hurtled toward Zharok, obliterating the undead in its path and threatening the necromancer himself.
In a moment of quick thinking, Zharok summoned all his strength to create a massive shield of darkness. The elemental storm crashed into the shield, generating a colossal explosion that shook the entire mountain range. Boulders tumbled from the cliffs, and the ground around the temple quaked violently.
When the dust settled, the Chimera lay panting, weakened after expending its ultimate attack. Zharok stood amidst the wreckage, wounded but still alive, chuckling despite his exhaustion.
“This fight might take longer than I thought,” he muttered, beckoning the remaining undead troops to prepare for the next round.
The atmosphere around the dragon temple fell silent, interrupted only by the soft rustling of the wind weaving through the ruins. The Chimera, battered and bruised, regarded Zharok with weary eyes. Meanwhile, Zharok struggled for breath, his strength nearly depleted. Amidst the chaos, three figures emerged, moving stealthily through the shadows: Vy, Anfalen, and Nelaeryn.
They slipped between the rubble, their eyes fixed on a crystal radiating powerful magical energy within the dragon temple. It was one of the seven shards sought by all races in the holy battle. Vy, the strongest assassin, led the way, her keen eyes assessing the situation. Nelaeryn, bow drawn and ready, followed closely, while Anfalen, although nervous, remained resolute.
“This is our chance,” Vy whispered coldly.
“Zharok is too weak to fight, and the Chimera is vulnerable. We take the crystal and leave before the undead army finds us.”
They approached the temple with the speed and precision of hunters, their footsteps soundless. Just as they were about to reach the crystal, something large and dark leaped from the shadows of the ruins.
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The Death Knight.
Draped in black armor that gleamed in the crystal's light, the Death Knight the warlord of the undead race stood in their path. His greatsword, enveloped in dark energy, shimmered menacingly as he drew it from its sheath. His hollow eyes, like endless abysses, surveyed the three elves with cruel intent. He had anticipated their move from the beginning.
“No one takes this crystal except by Zharok’s will,” the Death Knight growled, his voice booming like thunder.
Without hesitation, Vy sprang into action, leaping toward the Death Knight with her twin swords. Her strikes were lightning fast, sharp, and deadly. Yet, the Death Knight effortlessly parried her blows with his greatsword, the clash of their weapons sparking with intensity. Meanwhile, Nelaeryn unleashed a flurry of arrows, aiming for the gaps in the undead knight's armor.
CHAPTER 10: LOREN AND ZHAROK'S ENCOUNTERThe Death Knight moved with incredible power. Every time Vy attempted to strike, the Death Knight effortlessly blocked her blows, his sword spinning to counter each slash and thrust. Nelaeryn's arrows slammed into his armor, but they bounced off harmlessly, causing no significant damage.Seeing their attacks ineffective, Anfalen once again invoked his Blinding Light, concentrating his small fairies into a single, large ball of radiant energy. He raised his hand and released the brilliant sphere, which shot toward the Death Knight and exploded in a dazzling flash of light.However, the Death Knight was no ordinary foe. With a single swipe of his sword, he sliced the light in two, dispersing it like smoke. With a ferocious roar, he charged toward Nelaeryn. Vy and Anfalen shouted warnings, but Nelaeryn, who was preparing her bow, was too slow to dodge.In a powerful swing, the Death Knight slashed at Nelaeryn. His dark blade cut through the air wi
CHAPTER 11 : LOREN AND ZHAROK'S ENCOUNTERZharok raised his staff slowly, then slammed it on the ground with a force that shattered the silence. A magical vibration was felt in the air, and from the cracked ground, dozens of skeletons emerged. The skeletons raised their worn weapons, ready to attack at Zharok's command."Let us begin" Zharok smiled sinisterly.Loren took a deep breath, focusing his mind on the battle ahead. He had faced many enemies, but there was something about Zharok that was different, a power that was evil, dark, and boundless. With a loud shout, Zharok gave the command, and the skeletons moved forward in unison. They came like a great wave, charging toward Loren with the intention of destroying him.Without waiting, Loren blink forward with incredible speed. His sword swung quickly, cutting through the skeletons one by one. He zigzagged through the crowd, dodging their attacks and crushing their bones with the power of his sword. However, the more he destroyed,
CHAPTER 12 : SWORD PRISM PART 1Without hesitation, Howard summoned a shield of magic in front of him, a translucent barrier of shimmering light. The spider slammed into the shield with the force of a battering ram, its fangs scraping against the magical surface as it tried to break through. The force of the impact nearly knocked Howard off his feet, but he held on, gritting his teeth as he poured more energy into the shield.“Do you really think you can hold out forever, mage? My creation will tear you apart!” Zharok’s mocking laughter echoed across the battlefield. The spider lashed out again, its legs stabbing at the shield like spears. Cracks began to form in the barrier, and Howard could feel his strength waning. His breathing was ragged, sweat trickling down his brow as he struggled to maintain the spell. The spider was relentless, and Howard knew he couldn’t hold it back much longer."Come on, think!" he muttered to himself, his mind racing. He needed a plan, something that wo
CHAPTER 1: THE BEGINNINGLoren, a 28-year-old employee at a large corporation, finds himself trapped in a world of ambition and deceit. While he appears to lead a normal life with a stable job, a comfortable apartment, and a partner who once believed in his potential, he feels hollow inside. The daily grind has turned into a battleground of backstabbing and sabotage, isolating him further despite his commitment to integrity.Loren’s competence is overshadowed by accusations of incompetence. On the day he is called to the executive room for the third time, a sense of dread settles in.“Loren, you’ve been called to the executive room again,” his colleague says, feigning sympathy."What's it this time?" he mutters."He is done for" his friend whispered with a smirky smile.Inside, his boss's face is a mask of fury. "Why did you delete all of our company’s asset data? What are you trying to accomplish?""What? That’s impossible! I swear, I didn’t do it," Loren stammers, his heart racing.
CHAPTER 2: STRANGE POWERHoward began to explain that Loren had inadvertently become involved in a "Holy War" a brutal war that involved various races from across this strange world. Each participant was chosen to fight one another to collect magical crystals that held extraordinary powers capable of granting a single wish to the victor."You’re not from here," Howard continued, his voice low and urgent. "But somehow, your fate is tied to this battle. If you don’t fight and win a crystal, you won’t be able to return to your world."Confused, Loren felt like he had stepped into a nightmare. "But… I don’t know how to fight," he said, desperation creeping into his voice. "I don’t even know how I ended up here."Howard fixed him with an intense gaze. "That’s why I’m here," he replied firmly. "I’ll teach you, but you have to trust me and train hard. They are after you, especially once they realize you’re unprepared."As they spoke, Howard elaborated on the threats looming over them. T
CHAPTER 3: THE ELVES AND THE VILLAGE OF HEILENNelaeryn, the summoner, and Anfalen, the elven archer, fled the battle after witnessing Loren unleash his incredible power. Loren’s quick victory over Olalen, the formidable elven warrior, left them trembling in fear. “Damn it, did you see that? What kind of power was that?” Nelaeryn exclaimed, her eyes wide with shock.“My blinding light wasn’t long enough to counter that attack. He crushed us without a hitch,” Anfalen replied, his voice laced with frustration.“We need more help to deal with them especially after Olalen was defeated so easily.” Realizing their own strength would not be enough to defeat Loren and Howard, Anfalen suggested.“But the more of us involved, the greater the risk. He might kill us all in an instant.” Nelaeryn shook her head, hesitant. “We have no choice,” Anfalen replied firmly, determination hardening his voice. “We must return to Montmart and seek help from the Assassins.”They soon returned to Montmart, th
CHAPTER 4: THE FIRST CRYSTAL BATTLE PART 1After recovering in Heilen Village, Loren, Howard, and Anne had no time to rest. A rumbling sound from the ground shook the village, and the large shadows of ogres began to loom in the distance. They came quickly, their red eyes burning with anger as they searched for the newly detected crystal.Loren, who had just begun to understand his powers, felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through him. The legendary sword in his hand felt lighter now, as if he had become one with the magical power within it, yet a knot of anxiety tightened in his stomach. This was his first real battle, and he could sense the weight of their lives resting on his shoulders.Howard, on full alert, began to cast a spell to create a protective barrier around the village. The air crackled with energy, heightening the tension. Meanwhile, Anne took out her prized harp. Her slender fingers strummed the strings nimbly, producing a soft melody that enveloped them in healing po
CHAPTER 5: THE FIRST CRYSTAL BATTLE PART 2"Anne, we need more power!" Howard shouted.Anne played the harp more intensely; the notes she played were not only healing but also providing Loren and Howard with additional strength. It was Crescendo. The soft light from the harp began to envelop them, making Loren's every move faster and stronger.Anfalen cast Blinding Light once more, summoning three small, dazzling fairies to confuse the enemy. But this time, Loren was ready. With flashes of memories becoming clearer in his mind, he closed his eyes for a moment, sensing the direction of the attack with his intuition. As Anfalen tried to attack with his summons, Loren nimbly leaped toward the fairies, slashing them before they could cripple his team.Nelaeryn fired another Ensnare Arrow, trying to trap them in a net. However, Loren, with his enhanced reflexes, dodged the attack with a quick jump, turning the tables to confront Nelaeryn.Vy, seeing her partner in danger, immediately cast