Leaf's fingers clenched around the torch, the flame casting wild shadows across the stone walls. With a sudden, fluid motion, she leaped once more, not directly at the guard, but toward the opposite wall. Her body twisted mid air, a blur of speed and grace, as she ricocheted off the stone surface. As she flashed past the guard, the torch struck, a vicious arc of light and heat slamming into his eyes.A scream erupted from the guard, raw and agonized, as the torch seared into his flesh. His body jerked violently, instinctively recoiling from the pain. The sword slipped from his grip, clattering to the floor with a hollow clang. Desperately, he tried to summon his power, to levitate the fallen blades. But his efforts were futile, the swords hovered briefly, then crashed back down as if mocking his helplessness.His hands shot up, shielding his face like a cornered boxer, fear and rage intertwining in his thoughts. "Damn it," he snarled, his mind racing. "She took my eyes... Does she k
Leaf descended into the underground prison, her movements soundless as shadows clung to her like a second skin. The air was thick, damp with the stench of decay. Her cat like eyes, glowed with an eerie luminescence, cut through the blackness, seeking the familiar forms of her clansmen. In the distance, faint torchlight flickered, casting grotesque shapes that seemed to writhe in the corner of her vision. She found them at last, huddled together like broken dolls. Their eyes, once vibrant with life, were dulled by the scars on their flesh. "Leaf, you’ve returned," a serpentine demihuman rasped, her voice barely more than a whisper, thick with exhaustion. Her scaled body trembled as she dragged herself closer to the bars, her eyes wide with a mixture of hope and dread. "Where is Zara?" Her words carried an edge of desperation, the name a fragile tether to her sanity. "She waits above," Leaf replied, her tone a cold whisper, as though the very air might betray them. "But we mu
The auction house groaned as if alive, trembling under the weight of a massive lifelike crimson dragon that erupted from Liam's sword. The dragon's scales shimmered with an ethereal glow, each one glinting like a ruby in the dim light. It roared, the sound resonating deep within the bones of all present, and coiled around Liam like a protective guardian, its fiery body crackling the air. Darkwood’s attack, once menacing and unstoppable, was obliterated by the dragon's sheer presence, the remnants of his dark energy dissipating like smoke in a gust of wind. The dragon's influence spread outwards, its fiery tendrils licking at the air, threatening to consume everything in its path. Yet, Liam remained in control. His intent was not to take lives, especially those of the helpless spectators. He wanted to make his point clear, he was not someone to be trifled with, and he would stand up for who he wants to, and look fucking cool while doing it. Darkwood leaped backward, his eyes n
The oppressive atmosphere of the Mystic Brilliance Auction House grew denser, every breath seemingly laced with tension. Darkwood’s eyes burned with a fierce determination, his gaze never leaving Liam. The arrival of additional county level blessed created an even more oppressive shift in the air, as if the very fabric of reality trembled under their combined presence. Liam stood his ground, the remnants of the shattered blackwood tree at his feet. His crimson aura roared and crackled around him like a living flame, pulsing with the raw power of suppression.From the shadows, figures began to emerge, thirteen in total, each one cloaked in an oppressive aura. Their eyes gleamed with a malevolent intent, and the unique blessings they possessed radiated with an ominous energy. The auction house groaned under their combined pressure, as though it struggled to contain the impending chaos.Darkwood’s voice cut through the tension like a blade. "You’ll regret ever crossing us," he spat, hi
Liam faces his opponents, his crimson aura blazing like an inferno in the darkened hall. His grip tightens around the hilt of his sword, every muscle coiled and ready. A female figure stepped forward from the shadows, clad in flowing robes that seem to ripple with their own sinister wind. unleashes a torrent of dark water that pulses with a malevolent energy. The water slithers across the floor, its touch freezing and corrosive, designed to sap the strength of anyone ensnared within it. "Divine authority, Selene Darkwater". Liam’s eyes narrow. The water rushes towards him, a writhing mass of dark energy. He leaps into the air, his sword slashing through the water with a sharp, crackling sound. The air around him shimmers with heat, evaporating the dark surge before it can reach him. He lands lightly, a smirk playing on his lips as he confronts his attacker. Selene’s eyes flash with irritation. She vanishes into a pulp of dark water, reappearing behind Liam with a blinding
"Where is that dumbass going?" one of the county level blessed spat out, his voice filled with frustration as he watched Darkwood abandon them without a second thought. But that brief moment of distraction cost him dearly. Before he could even process the situation, a flash of crimson light split the air, and his body was cleaved cleanly in half by Liam’s sword. The two halves of his body slid apart with a sickening thud, blood splattering across the cracked floor.Liam landed heavily on the ground, the impact sending dust and debris flying around him. His crimson eyes locked onto Darkwood, who was dashing on he's black tree roots, he was heading towards a private room at the far end of the auctiom House. Darkwood’s figure was a blur, but Liam’s gaze was steady, cold, and calculating. The remnants of the blood that had splashed onto his face only added to the chilling sight."Hey, Hybris," Liam muttered under his breath, his voice barely above a whisper. "The only competition is ma
The state level almighty effortlessly floated down from the private room, her presence commanding the entire space as she hovered mid air, defying gravity with a grace that left the lower level blessed in awe. It was as if the very air around her bowed in deference, parting softly as she descended, her every movement exuding a power that was both ethereal and terrifyingly real. Her form was immaculate, not just in its physical beauty, but in the aura of invincibility that surrounded her, possibly a radiant force field that seemed to push against the fabric of reality itself. She was more than just a blessed, she was a living embodiment of the divine might that all others below her could only dream of possessing.Though her true age was hidden behind an ever ageless face, every line and curve of her features sculpted by powers far beyond mortal comprehension, her rank granted her the ability to manipulate her appearance to a certain degree, allowing for sustained youth.Her skin, sm
Liam catapulted forward, his aura blazing like an inferno, rippling through the air as it distorted the very space around him. The earth beneath him shattered, sending chunks of debris spiraling into the sky as his feet dug into the ground. His target, the female almighty was ever ethereal, her calm demeanor unshaken by the fury of Liam’s assault, She floated there like a statue of indifference. His fist shot forward, colliding with her face in a thundering crash. The sound reverberated through the air, but it was Liam who felt the backlash. His fist erupted into a grotesque mix of blood and bone fragments, the pain searing through his body like molten iron. Yet, she didn’t so much as flinch. Liam staggered back, blood dripping from his mangled hand, but retreat wasn't on his mind. He planted his feet firmly on the ground, his chest heaving as he funneled every ounce of energy into his aura. His wounds closed almost as soon as they had opened, flesh stitching itself back to