Once the sun came up, Mon’Ter finally took his eyes off of Elyenora and looked at the impending light, softly gracing their skin and reaching for their eyes.
“Finally morning,” he mumbled softly with a stagnant breathing, his gaze slightly narrowed and convicted for what is to come. “I wonder if King Agathon is ready with his teleportation thingy yet or not.”
Mon’Ter moved his gaze to Sereia, who half napped, half just stood awake and recuperated. Hopefully, it would be enough to walk. He mumbled to her as he stood up. “He’d better.”
“Yeah, definitely would better have,” Sereia groaned, doing her best to lift herself up from bed. “Ugh… I can somewhat move now at least, damn, I hate using the water Avatar state… And to do it twice in a row is just… Urgh…”
“Could have been worse,” Mon’Ter concentrated on his left side, he placed his eyes on the stump and slowly caused a surge through his bloodstream. Within seconds, a second arm grew in place of his emp
I hope everyone enjoyed the Caves of Lydia Arc and the overall journey since Elyenora and Mon'Ter reached Weylorn city! I know I certainly fell in love with writing about Sereia and most of her interactions, she's quite fun of a character for me personally! Be sure to comment what you think and leave lots of reviews for the book~ It will certainly help me with my motivation in writing <3
After the teleportation process finished, the two still moving party members found themselves deafened and blinded by the execution of the magic and general transportation. Paired with the bright sky, it was a killer combo. Mon’Ter and Sereia both had to squint their eyes a few times to adjust as the sudden light from the sun had simply blinded them almost completely.“Ugh… This is too much light,” Sereia placed a hand over her eyes to try to adjust her vision more appropriately, albeit, it didn’t quite seem to work like she’d like it to.“Damn… Why is it so bright…” Mon’Ter, too, grumbled, but as his eyes finally adjusted, he gasped out in pure shock. “Wha-”There was a grand flame burning in the city center, multiple piles so tall they reached up to the roofs of buildings and so numerous they covered the entire view. At the base of some, he could see people scattering and scurryin
Leonidas Le’crysta Benulis, had finally, recovered. ‘So, that’s Ely and Sam’s grandpa,’ Mon’Ter thought as he watched the old man get out of his bed. Randus removed the barrier around the two of them and allowed Leonidas to walk out, now without issue and with relative ease, aside from the pains he felt from laying down for so long. “Damn it…” he rubbed the back of his neck, cracking and adjusting it as he did. After closing off one eye and grating his teeth in annoyance, Leonidas asked. “How long have I been out for?” he stretched his arms upward. “And what has been happening while I have been asleep?” “A lot,” Randus clicked with his tongue. “You slept for over a month by now, and it’s only been getting worse since. I’ve more than confirmed the dragon cult’s involvement by now. “What?! The dragon cultists have returned?!” Leonidas turned to the mage with widened eyes. “They have, it is quite obvious,” Randus nodded with a grimace. “Not only
The two old men began to plan their next actions together with Mon’Ter. With a clear sight for their next target, they would have to do whatever it took to assist Elyenora and Samuel. Randus came up with a way to do things, he would send Mon’Ter and Leonidas together through a long distance teleportation gate of his own, and he would remain here in Weylorn. By now, more than half the populace had succumbed to the curse. The survivors were quarantined, of course, but that didn’t do much in terms of bringing them peace of mind. After Randus began to succumb to the curse himself, the citizens no longer had a leader to turn to, and that devolved them into a sort of mindless mob lurking around the corners and straying far from people with the aim of survival. Seeing the bodies of your loved ones fall one after the other to an unknown sickness after a dragon attack will do that to people, and because of that, Weylorn had grown lawless. Now, with Randus awake and healthy again, how
Once Mon’Ter and Leonidas came through the gateway, they found themselves within an interesting environment. “Whoa!” Mon’Ter wowed as he looked at the scenery, a marble floor reached far and wide for as far as he could see, floating stairs going up to platforms in the air and large tables for robed men and women alike to sit together and discuss their affairs atop them. The roof looked to be a painted depiction of a magician walking towards the most colossal book in existence, it was supposed to be the knowledge of a lifetime that each mage strives to reach shown in artistic form. On one of the far off walls, there were multiple white doors with crystal knobs, each one had a name written atop it to mark whatever city it led to and its specific guild building. “Hm?” One of the older mages noticed the sudden visitors. “Sir Leonidas!” he shouted, gaining the attention of the majority of mages in the space. “You’re back on your feet?!” “Hello, Moses,” Leonidas wa
Eventually, Leonidas led Mon’Ter right to the base of the temple stairs, at which of course were stationed multiple knights of the holy order that stood guard.“Halt!” the holy knight placed a hand before Leonidas. “State your name and reason for going towards the Temple of Goddess Elene.”The old knight sighed at the youthful man, in truth he found it a tad amusing, considering he could see one of the other holy knights cringe back at the sight of his junior. That one obviously knew it was Leonidas, but he remained silent, and so the elderly hero of the kingdom played along normally. “Leonidas, Le’Crysta, Benulis,” he said slowly, trying to emphasize his name to the lad.“Wha-” the young knight gulped upon hearing the name.“Reason for coming is to seek aid in Princess Elyenora’s recovery,” Leonidas said, then shoved past the soldier with his shoulder. “Now move aside you
The pope, George, led the two through the inner workings of the temple. He took them further into the main building and then down a long tunnel of spiral stairs heading to the deep beneath. It was almost eerie, in the dark. He held a small lantern which lit their way, but that light was far too dim even for Mon’Ter and his night vision.‘This is weird, I’m having a hard time seeing a thing past where the light touches…’ Mon’Ter pursed his lips, he squinted his eye but still could not perceive through.They kept walking, and walking. Down and down, the further they went the further did the stairwell sway from being an exquisite work of art, becoming more of a dreary mash up of mossy stone and dirty quartz. From but a glance it was obvious just how old and unused this all was.“Are we sure we’re going the right way?” Mon’Ter thought to ask, feeling like they were being taken not to a room of a goddess&rs
An aurora of golden lights flowed above the four people laying down. Elyenora slowly squinted her eyes open, looking up at the luminescence absentmindedly while Samuel still held the same dead stare as before. They were awake, yet their consciousness simply wasn’t there. Mon’Ter and Leonidas resolved themselves to waken them once more, it may be difficult or even perilous, but as the tides of destiny would have it, their chance to do so is now. With irises flickering in sync with the lights, and the serene environment calming their senses into a drift, the liking of a humble river. Along that slow tug, they began to doze off into a soothing slumber.………Mon’Ter woke.He opened his eyes to see himself standing upright, in a world unlike the beauty from earlier. Those blue iridescent skies had vanished, and he instead viewed a stone structured keep before him. It was a hallway, long and wide with a bright red
The next memory took place nearby to where the previous one had. It was the courtyard outside of the castle halls, a pretty little place, with a garden and a few trees whose fruit had just freshly sprouted. Mon’Ter and Leonidas stood in the middle of this memory, and by that definition, they were in the middle of the courtyard. A good vantage point to take in every bit of information, if you would. Though truthfully Leonidas found it unnecessary, but simply, he couldn’t have them advance without first seeing these memories. Those were the rules of the pope’s spell. Now, as for the memory at hand. Elyenora seemed to have grown a tad older in this scene, she was no longer a tiny child, but a child she remained. Perhaps now she was closer to her teenage years, but still a couple of winter cycles away from them. Maybe she’d passed her first decade in the recent weeks? In this memory, they could see her climbing up the lower branches of the biggest tree here, it went high