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Legend of Oasis : A tale of magic and mystery Chapter 13: Crystal Lake Part 2
As the first light of dawn kissed the tranquil waters of the Crystal Lake, Oasis emerged from the small cave that had become their home.His eyes blinked sleepily as he took in the serene beauty of the morning scene, the soft hues of pink and orange painting the sky above.Nearby, Sir Elias was already awake, tending to a crackling campfire and preparing breakfast. The aroma of sizzling food filled the air, mingling with the fresh scent of the surrounding forest."Good morning, Sir Elias," Oasis mumbled sleepily, his voice still heavy with drowsiness as he shuffled towards the campfire.Without a word, Sir Elias unleashed a swift motion, conjuring a water prison that surrounded Oasis in a circle.Caught off guard, Oasis yelped in surprise as he found himself encased in a sphere of water. With a flick of Sir Elias's wrist, the water prison launched Oasis into the cool embrace of the Crystal Lake.Splashing into the water, Oasis flailed in panic as he struggled to find his bearings. His
Legend of Oasis : A tale of magic and mystery Chapter 14: Talent and Hardwork
Sir Elias led Oasis to the edge of the lake, where the morning sun cast a golden glow upon the water.As they began their training, the sound of the footsteps and the swish of the sword cutting through the air echoed across, a testament to the beginning of Oasis's training.Sir Elias incorporated meditation into Oasis's daily routine. Each morning, before the sun rose above the horizon, Oasis would sit in quiet meditation, focusing his mind and centering his thoughts before the day's training."Close your eyes, Oasis," Sir Elias instructed, his voice carrying a calming presence. "Clear your mind of all distractions and let your thoughts flow like the currents of the lake."Oasis obeyed, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath as he followed Sir Elias's guidance.The soft lapping of the lake against the shore and the gentle rustle of the trees provided a soothing backdrop to his meditation."Feel the energy around you," Sir Elias continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "Let it fl
Legend of Oasis : A tale of magic and mystery Chapter 15: Talent and Hardwork part 2
The morning sun bathed the shores of Crystal Lake in a golden hue as Oasis awoke, feeling rejuvenated after his meditation.Stretching his limbs, he took a deep breath of the crisp morning air, the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of birds serving as a serene backdrop to the tranquil scene.As Oasis emerged from his meditation spot, Sir Elias greeted him with a warm smile. "Good morning, Oasis," he said, his voice carrying a note of cheerfulness. "I hope you slept well."Oasis nodded, returning Sir Elias's smile. "Yes, I feel refreshed," he replied, his eyes bright with energy.Sir Elias nodded in satisfaction, gesturing towards the campfire where breakfast awaited. "Well then, let's eat," he said, his tone inviting.As Oasis settled down to enjoy his meal, Sir Elias launched into an explanation about the next steps of his training. He spoke with a sense of purpose, his words laced with wisdom and guidance."Oasis, my boy," Sir Elias began, his voice carrying an air of
Legend of Oasis : A tale of magic and mystery Chapter 16: Azura the Sword God
Sir Elias watched in awe as Oasis seamlessly executed each spell, his movements fluid and confident.The raw power and control displayed by Oasis were nothing short of extraordinary, a testament to his natural talent and relentless dedication.As Sir Elias observed Oasis's remarkable progress, a mixture of emotions washed over him.Pride swelled within him as he witnessed Oasis's mastery over the elemental magic, but alongside it, a sense of awe and apprehension took hold."He's surpassed the Zygote Stage; he's already at Embryo 4th layer," Sir Elias muttered to himself, his voice tinged with disbelief. "This boy is a monster.The intensity of Oasis's abilities left Sir Elias trembling with a potent blend of excitement and trepidation.As he felt the tremors coursing through his body, Sir Elias couldn't help but question the source of his agitation."Wow, I'm shaking. Am I scared or excited?" Sir Elias wondered silently, his thoughts racing as he struggled to comprehend the magnitude o
Legend of Oasis : A tale of magic and mystery Chapter 17: Martial Mage
In his heart, Sir Elias felt a mix of pride and apprehension."This kid is a monster," he thought, still grappling with the reality of Oasis's unprecedented growth."Not only did he break through fast, but he can feel his mana heart even before reaching the Newborn stage. I've never heard of such a thing."Sir Elias knew that he was witnessing the emergence of a prodigy, someone who could potentially reshape the world of magic.The thought filled him with excitement and a touch of fear, as he realized the immense responsibility he had in guiding this extraordinary young man."Oasis, let me further explain the world of magic and cultivation," Sir Elias began."In this world, there are ordinary people who lack the capability or potential to harness magic and cultivate.""And then there are those who can do magic and cultivate. Among these people, there are mages, martial artists, and refiners."He continued, "First, mages like myself. I'm a mage, and we harness the mana within ourselves
Legend of Oasis : A tale of magic and mystery Chapter 18: Disciple vs Master
The sun had climbed higher into the sky, casting sharp shadows and illuminating the vibrant greens and blues of the Crystal Lake surroundings.The tranquility of the lake contrasted sharply with the intense energy radiating from the two figures sparring on the shore.Oasis and Sir Elias stood facing each other, the air around them charged with anticipation. Oasis's muscles were taut, his eyes focused and determined. Sir Elias, calm yet alert, prepared himself for the first move."Ready, Oasis?" Sir Elias called out, his voice steady.With a swift motion, Sir Elias launched the first attack, his hand slicing through the air with a burst of wind magic. Oasis deftly dodged, his movements fluid and precise.He countered with a blast of water, the liquid forming sharp, needle-like projectiles aimed at Sir Elias.Sir Elias twisted his body, evading the water needles with grace. He retaliated with a powerful gust of wind, forcing Oasis to brace himself against the onslaught.The force of the
Legend of Oasis : A tale of magic and mystery Chapter 19: Bloody Battle
Days passed by at Crystal Lake, with Sir Elias and Oasis dedicating themselves to training day in and day out. They sparred tirelessly, pushing each other to new heights, until two months had elapsed."Lad, you have made a lot of progress, more than I could have imagined," Sir Elias praised Oasis one morning as they concluded their two-month sparring sessions, marking the end of their eight-month training period at Crystal Lake."And within these two months of sparring, you have already reached the fourth layer of the Foetal Stage. Truly, you are a genius."Sir Elias's words carried a tone of genuine admiration and pride as he acknowledged Oasis's remarkable development.The atmosphere of Crystal Lake seemed to echo his sentiments, with the gentle rustle of leaves and the soft murmurs of the nearby stream adding to the sense of tranquility.Oasis, though visibly fatigued from their rigorous training, couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction and accomplishment at Sir Elias's words
Legend of Oasis : A tale of magic and mystery Chapter 20: Noble
As the bloody battle concluded, the guard leader approached Sir Elias and Oasis, his eyes scanning them cautiously."I don't sense any ill intent from you," the guard leader stated, his tone measured. "I am Lancelot Bloodstone from the BlueMoon family. We are heading to the capital.""Elias Hawthorne from Riverbend, and this lad here is my disciple, Oasis," Sir Elias replied calmly.Lancelot's gaze shifted to Sir Elias, appraising him. "Oh, fascinating. Peak Tabula-Rasa stage," he remarked with a nod.Then, turning his attention to Oasis, his eyes widened in surprise. "What? This young kid is at the fourth layer of the Foetal stage? From the looks of it, he's only eight years old. Is he noble?"As this conversation unfolded, a young man inside the carriage was eavesdropping. His curiosity piqued, he stepped outside, his movements brisk.One of the guards immediately spoke up, concern evident in his voice. "Young master BlueMoon, please go inside."The young master ignored the guard's p
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The sight before him was horrific.Rows of captives, their bodies frail from starvation, their skin clinging to their bones.Some lay motionless, too weak to move. Others had already succumbed—lifeless, their suffering evident even in death.And then—the worst.The ones who had been abused beyond recognition.A slow, cold rage spread through Mevrick’s chest.His fingers tightened on the hilt of his sword, his body trembling not from exhaustion—but from wrath.Jarn’s subordinates, those still breathing, staggered in fear. They saw what he saw. They knew.They begged.Mevrick showed no mercy.Blades howled.Bodies fell.Screams faded into silence.By the time he was done, not a single enemy in the camp remained.The battlefield lay silent, bathed in the eerie glow of the full moon.The cold wind carried the scent of blood, death, and smoldering campfires.Mevrick sat on one of the makeshift chairs in the enemy’s camp, his body still, his sword sheathed at his side.His fingers traced th
Chapter 159: Mist of Death: Death Castle!
"Cloud Dancing Technique: Fifth Wave—Inanis."The world bent.Mevrick’s sword spun, flipping upward like a coin tossed into the heavens.As it turned, it multiplied.One blade became two.Two became four.Four became countless.A barrage of slashing arcs descended upon Jarn and Goba from all directions, faster than the eye could track.Clang! Clang! Clang!Goba barely raised his gauntlets in time, blocking an oncoming strike—only for another to slash at his ribs from the side.Tch! Jarn twisted in the air, his blade meeting one of Mevrick’s phantom swords—only for another to carve toward his shoulder from an impossible angle.What is this attack?!It was like fighting a ghost.Every time a sword landed a strike, it was as if Mevrick himself had slashed them—yet he hadn’t moved.And yet, he was everywhere.His form flickered, present yet absent, his image warping with the ripples of energy still cascading through the battlefield.It was an illusion.No—it was something beyond that.Me
Chapter 158: Cloud Dancing Technique
The insult was deliberate, his words cutting like the edge of his blade.Goba growled, his fists clenching as frost crackled around his gauntlets.Jarn, however, laughed—a low, guttural sound that sent chills through the air.“Big words for a man standing in my domain,” Jarn said, his voice laced with cold amusement.“But don’t worry, Mevrick. I’ll make sure you won’t feel the cold for too long.”Both men stared each other down, the battlefield silent except for the faint crackling of frost and the rhythmic pulsing of energy ripples.The tension between them was palpable, the weight of their reputations hanging in the air.The next moment would decide the fate of the valley, and neither intended to take a single step back.The battlefield shifted in an instant.Mevrick exhaled slowly, his sharp gaze calculating as he assessed his opponents.“Unlike most duos, these two are nearly equal in strength,” he mused, gripping his dao sword tighter.His instincts sharpened.“Jarn is in the int
Chapter 157: Assault(3)
Fwoosh!The sound of metal sliding free was followed by an immediate surge of energy.The weapon was a dao sword, its broad, curved blade gleaming like polished silver.As soon as it was drawn, ripples of translucent energy pulsed outward from the blade.These ripples were faint yet visible, shimmering in the air like droplets hitting the surface of a still pond.Each ripple distorted the moonlight for a brief moment before dissipating into the night.The blade hummed faintly, resonating with the vice lord's own energy.It was a weapon forged not just for cutting but for channeling power, amplifying Mevrick’s aura with every swing.The air around him seemed to respond to the weapon, growing heavier and charged with tension.Mevrick twirled the dao sword once in his hand, its edge cutting through the cold air effortlessly.The ripples grew in intensity, spreading outward in a display of both beauty and menace."This will be interesting," Mevrick thought, his eyes narrowing as he strode
Chapter 156: Assault(2)
Cling... Cling...Thud... Thud...The muffled sound of metal scraping against itself, followed by dull thuds, echoed faintly across the camp.Inside a large, weathered tent decorated with torn banners and bloodstained fabric, a man with a hoarse voice stirred."Huh? What is that noise?" the man muttered, rising from his chair.The dim, flickering light of a lantern illuminated his imposing figure.He was tall, standing well over six feet, with lean, corded muscles that hinted at years of brutal training.His short, frosted hair faded on the sides, accentuating a striking tattoo of a blood-drenched hand etched into the right side of his head.His face was angular, with sharp cheekbones and cold, piercing gray eyes that seemed to radiate menace.A jagged scar ran from his temple to the corner of his lip, adding to his fearsome appearance."It seems some people are attacking our camp, Boss Jarn," another man spoke, stepping into the dim light of the tent.The man, known only as Jarn, the
Chapter 155: Assault
A Few Minutes Before Midnight – One of the Camps Near MistvalleyThe camp was quiet, save for the occasional crackle of the fire.The air was thick with a tension that weighed heavily on the warriors from Belvan.The faint glow of a dwindling campfire cast long, flickering shadows across the faces of the Belvan warriors gathered in the camp.Some sat cross-legged, others leaned against their weapons, but all bore the same heavy expression.Their expressions reflected hopelessness, their morale shattered by weeks of hardship.This was one of the three groups Oasis had promised to handle personally, the weakest of the lot.Many in the camp had already given up before the fight had even begun. One warrior, sitting with his back against a jagged boulder, sighed deeply as he stared into the flames."We’re just lambs to the slaughter," he muttered bitterly, his voice thick with regret."All my life, I’ve fought to survive... and this is how it ends."Another, sharpening his blade out of h
Chapter 154: Proceedings(2).
Before Raegar's arrival...The Vice City Lord Mevrick sat at table, the rugged map of the region spread out before him.His fingers worked methodically, marking key locations and scrawling notes with a sharp quill.A piece of jerky hung loosely from his teeth, a habit he often indulged in while deep in thought.The flickering lanterns in the tent cast long shadows over the map, illuminating the harsh terrain of towns and the surrounding regions.His mind churned, not with doubt but with the weight of the task at hand.Belvan’s forces were spread thin, and the success of this mission hinged precariously on the plans of a boy—an unorthodox yet strangely capable boy.The thought lingered as he bit down on the jerky, chewing absently while his eyes traced the routes leading to and from the marked meeting points.!!!Suddenly, his focus sharpened.A faint yet distinct presence stirred at the edges of his awareness, an aura cutting through the stillness of the rocky terrain beyond the camp.
Chapter 153: Proceedings.
As Oasis moved, his thoughts raced with exhilaration and a growing hunger to test his limits.His smug grin widened as he vaulted over jagged boulders and slid expertly down loose gravel.Every movement was a testament to his honed skill, his steps fluid and deliberate, even as the terrain grew increasingly unforgiving.The dry, cracked earth of Mistvalley stretched ahead, dotted with spindly shrubs and patches of stubborn grass clinging to life in the arid climate.The rain showers from earlier had long stopped, leaving behind a cool, crisp atmosphere that only highlighted the stillness of the desert-like ridge.By now, most of the groups from Belvan had reached their designated meeting points, converging with the shadows who had been dispatched alongside Oasis.The air was tense with anticipation as warriors and informants alike gathered in hidden camps, waiting for their next orders.Despite their apparent cooperation, not all among them were convinced, doubt simmered quietly.Some
Chapter 152: The Beginning of Crimson hand extermination.
Morning broke with gray clouds cloaking the sky, and as the showers intensified, droplets danced and streaked off the shimmering dome that encased the city lord's manor.The rain fell steadily over the ridges, creating a rhythmic patter that blanketed the landscape in a cool, refreshing embrace.Oasis's barrier, an ethereal shield of translucent energy, turned the rainfall into streams of water cascading down its surface.The effect was mesmerizing—like a dome of flowing glass, refracting light and creating a surreal scene that drew curious eyes from all around.Nearby, patrons at the local inn gathered at windows and doorways, watching in awe.The innkeeper, wiping down a counter, muttered, “I’ve never seen anything like it. That’s magic... real magic.”Travelers, merchants, and townsfolk exchanged hushed whispers, their gazes fixed on the barrier and the manor it protected.Some speculated in fear, others in wonder, but none could tear their eyes away from the miraculous display.In
