Sam barely had time to react as the beams shot towards him, tearing through the air and obliterating everything in their path.He dove to the side, feeling the intense heat and power as they passed by, singeing his clothes and skin. The landscape around him was a wasteland of craters and scorched earth, a testament to the destructive force of Freythia's spell.His heart pounded in his chest as he scanned the area for any possible cover, but there was none.The sheer scale of destruction was unlike anything he had ever faced. He knew he had to act fast if he wanted to survive.Instinctively, he activated his infernal mode, heightening his senses and reflexes to their maximum potential.The world seemed to slow down as his perception sped up. He could see the beams of energy before they struck, and he moved with lightning speed to avoid them.He twisted, turned, and flipped through the air, narrowly dodging each blast by mere inches.The ground exploded around him, sending up showers of
“Dora, you came?” Freythia's voice was a mixture of relief and exhaustion as she lay amidst the rubble.“Yes, yes, I’ve come, my dear Freythia,” the priestess replied, her voice carrying a soothing yet powerful tone.Freythia's eyes welled up with tears. “I thought I was going to lose...everything.”Dora smiled tenderly, brushing a stray lock of hair from Freythia's face. “You won’t lose anything as long as I’m here. We are bound by fate, Freythia.”Sam watched the exchange with a mixture of confusion and frustration. He had been so close to absorbing Freythia’s stolen spell, only to be interrupted by this new arrival.The tenderness and familiarity between Freythia and Dora puzzled him, but what worried him more was the potential threat Dora posed.Her arrival meant another powerful enemy, possibly connected to the same cult that Freythia belonged to.As he listened to their conversation, Sam couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy and anger. He had fought so hard, enduring the A
Sam's vision blurred as the relentless attacks continued to rain down on him. Dora and Freythia's combined might was pushing him to his absolute limits. His Aegis was cracking under the constant barrage of ice spears and beams of light, and his energy reserves were dangerously low."You're running out of tricks, Warlock!" Dora taunted, her voice echoing through the snowstorm. She floated above him, an ethereal figure shrouded in the cosmic mist of her Magic Veil.Freythia floated beside her, eyes glowing with madness. "This is the end for you, Warlock! You can't defeat us!"Sam gritted his teeth, refusing to let their words shake his resolve. He needed a plan, a way to turn the tide of this battle. His mind raced as he dodged another ice spear, narrowly avoiding its deadly point. The cold bit into his skin, the chill seeping through his infernal mode's protective aura.His senses were heightened, but it wasn't enough. He needed something more, something powerful enough to break throug
Sam's newly summoned glowing red sword hummed with power, filling him with a renewed sense of confidence. He felt the infernal energy coursing through his veins, amplifying his strength and sharpening his focus. The celestial beams that once seemed unstoppable now met their match as he blocked and dispersed them with powerful swings of his blade.The huge gust from that clash blasted the Magic Veil.Dora and Freythia shared a shocked look, they exchanged nervous glances. They had underestimated Sam's resilience and were now witnessing his formidable power firsthand.Desperation flickered in their eyes as they intensified their assault, but Sam was ready. He parried their attacks with ease, his movements fluid and precise."Your shenanigan end now!" Sam declared, his voice resonating with conviction.Freythia launched a barrage of ice spears, hoping to catch Sam off guard. He dodged and weaved through the onslaught, his sword cutting through the icy projectiles with ease.Meanwhile, Do
The sky churned with violent winds and blinding snow as Lyra, Kaelyn, and Ammy peered anxiously toward the distant ice spire. The once majestic structure now lay shattered, a testament to the fierce battle that had taken place.They had watched from a distance, hearts pounding with worry about their husband, Sam, who had ventured into the heart of danger."He's been gone too long," Kaelyn murmured, her voice barely audible over the howling blizzard. "Do you think he's okay?""Sam is strong. He'll be fine," Lyra reassured, though her eyes betrayed her concern. "He always finds a way to come out on top."Ammy nodded, though her gaze remained fixed on the chaotic scene ahead. "I just hope he didn't get himself into more trouble than he can handle."The blizzard raged on, and the three women waited, their anxiety mounting with each passing minute. Lyra's initial confidence began to waver as the storm showed no signs of abating, and Sam still hadn't returned."We should go after him," Lyra
"We aren't a cult," Dora began, her voice defensive. "We are the true believers. We follow the Archbishop, who promises us a new holy land, a place of greatness and salvation."Sam's eyes narrowed. "A holy land? Is it here in the north?”“No.”“Then, what does that holy land have to do with the northern region? "Freythia chimed in, her voice trembling. "We are collecting energy resources. The ice spire is a conduit used to create crystallized energy. The tundra has lots of dormant energy. We transformed that into a solid crystal form.”“But why do you need such a great amount of energy?”“We are going to build the promised land,” Dora said. “The Archbishop told us that harnessing this energy is crucial to achieving the promised land. We've been gathering and transferring the energy from the spires to a central location.""And who is this Archbishop?" Sam pressed.Dora hesitated. "The Archbishop leads us. He is a high ranking member of the Holy Church. But he has envisioned the coming
The caravan moved toward the rumored location of the Citadel. Sam was lost in thought, processing the information he had received. Ammy's healing magic worked wonders, and he felt his strength returning with each passing hour. Around him, the air was filled with conversations, each offering snippets of lore about the Citadel and the land they were heading into.Sam listened intently, his mind racing. "What do we know about its defenses? If it's a stronghold, it must be well-protected."One of the scouts, a wiry man, spoke up. "From what I've gathered, the Citadel is surrounded by natural barriers. The mountains are steep, and the plains are vast. But it's the unknown that worries me. No one knows exactly what lies beyond those mountains."Ammy, while channeling her healing energy into Sam, added softly, "The Archbishop has been gathering energy from the ice spires and transferring it there. Whatever they're planning, it has something to do with that energy. We need to be prepared for
Sam's eyes widened in surprise. "Aria? The Archmage of Elementalism? I didn't get a chance to fight you in the Tower of Aetherion. It's an honor to meet you."Aria nodded, her expression reserved. "The honor is mine, Sam. I've heard about your exploits. You are impressive."“You can duel later, there's more pressing matters,” Welzon said. Eldrak placed his big hand on Sam's shoulder. "We've been working to understand the Archbishop's true intentions. He promises a new holy land, but there's more to it. We need to stop him before he can fulfill whatever his plan is."“Are you asking me to join your group?” Sam asked.“The more power we have, the better our chances of winning,” Welzon said.“Then I’ll say no!” Sam said confidently.“What? Why? Aren’t you going down this path to fight the cult as well?” Eldrak said.“That’s right. But I can’t accept your offer,” Sam said. “You three should join my forces instead!”“Did the cold in the north freeze your brains?” Welzon said.“Hey, it’s ju