Welzon, the Archmage of Necromancy, nodded in agreement. "Even though we call it a great exodus, it’s more like a series of small migrations from many insignificant settlements on the outskirts, places that the Holy Church and the Magic Empire don’t care about."“Orphans, the poor, and survivors from various places are on the move,” Aria said.Ammy, ever curious, interjected, “But where are they heading? Is this the Archbishop’s promised land?”“Come on, tell us the exact location, Dora,” Sam urged.Dora, who had been quietly listening, spoke up hesitantly. “I don’t know exactly where they’re going. The Archbishop kept most of us in the dark about the specifics. We were told to believe in the vision of a better future.”Freythia added, “We were promised greatness, a holy land. But it was all vague, just enough to keep us hopeful and obedient.”“Don’t worry!” Eldrak said with a laugh, his eyes gleaming with resolve. “I’ve got the answers. The movements I’ve tracked point to a specific
The campfire crackled, casting flickering shadows on the faces gathered around it. The night was still, the air thick with anticipation. The conversation from the previous night hung heavily in the air as the group pondered the implications of what Sam had just said.Eldrak broke the silence. "A kingdom... that makes sense."Welzon, the Archmage of Necromancy, nodded thoughtfully. "If it is a properly functioning kingdom, I would not have a problem with it.""But I doubt that would happen," Aria interjected, her voice laced with skepticism. "Given what the cult has done previously.""Yeah," Sam added, "This is not going to be a normal kingdom, if it's going to be one at all."Barnabas leaned forward, his eyes intense. "We have to warn those people. If we can reach the Promised Land, maybe we can stop the Archbishop from doing something bad to those poor people.""We need to be careful," Kaelyn cautioned, her eyes wide with concern. "If the Archbishop is really building a new kingdom,
The tension in the camp was palpable. Sam and his companions stood in a tight circle, watching as cultists rifled through their belongings. Mother Elara, with her serene yet unnervingly watchful eyes, oversaw the search. Sam could feel his heart pounding in his chest. They had only just managed to steal the critical document that hinted about the Archbishop’s true plans. If it were found, they were as good as dead.“Check the tents thoroughly,” Mother Elara ordered, her voice calm but commanding.Sam’s mind raced. The document needed to be hidden, and fast. Suddenly, he remembered the Daemonic Vault, a gift from a Friedo. It allowed him to store items in a pocket dimension, or more precisely, the daemonic realm.When a cultist moved closer, Sam subtly used that skill, feeling a slight tug as the document vanished from his hand into the void. The cultist's search turned up nothing but mundane items.“Looks like you’re clean,” one of the cultists muttered, moving on.Mother Elara's eyes
“Sound the alarm!” someone shouted from a distance. They had been noticed.The team saw the green landscape that stretched out before them, encircled by mountains that stood tall and imposing, like the walls of a colossal bowl. This land, rich and fertile, seemed to whisper tales of prosperity, but the reality was far more sinister.Around the castle walls were various smaller buildings and countless camps, with strange markings etched into the ground, a stark contrast to the lush surroundings. It was as if a malignant presence had tainted this otherwise idyllic place.In the heart of this verdant expanse stood a massive black rock castle, an ominous structure casting long, dark shadows over the terrain. Despite the beautiful landscape, the reality of their situation was grim.They could see people, the seekers, moving about, their movements sluggish and weary, chains clinking with every step. The beauty of the scenery was in stark contrast to the wretched condition of the seekers, hi
Sam unleashed his new combined spell, a breathtaking display of power that merged fire and shadow into a swirling vortex of destruction. The energy roared forth, its ferocity like a tempest unleashed from the depths of his soul. The barrier around the citadel stood no chance; it shattered under the relentless assault, sending shockwaves rippling through the air and ground. Sam and Aria surged forward, their resolve unshaken despite the overwhelming odds.Inside the citadel, the Archbishop's eyes widened as he felt the tremor. His calm demeanor faltered for just a moment, but he quickly regained his composure. “So, they’ve arrived,” he muttered, his voice laced with a mix of irritation and intrigue.Eldrak continued to wreak havoc from above, his massive form descending upon a tower. His roars echoed through the valley, shaking the very foundations of the citadel as he engaged with the cult’s airborne defenses. Cultists ran to and fro, their panic evident as they tried to respond to th
Chaos erupted as Sam’s combined spell tore through the citadel's defenses. Cultists scrambled, trying to respond to the assault. The once orderly stronghold descended into pandemonium. Amidst the confusion, Sam and Aria moved with purpose, their determination shining through the chaos.Aria returned after delivering massive damage to the crystals around the citadel. Her eyes burned with righteous fury. “These people have been through enough. We can’t let them suffer any longer.”Sam nodded, his resolve hardening. “I will create more distractions. Something that will draw their attention away.” With a swift incantation, Sam used the Mythical Jester spell. A whimsical, yet terrifying jester materialized, hopping around and spewing random elemental attacks at the cultists, who were already struggling to maintain order.As the jester wreaked havoc, Sam and Aria broke the chains and seals preventing the people from escaping. Eldrak, still in dragon form, swooped low over the citadel’s gate
Sam, feeling the weight of the battle on his shoulders, made a quick decision. "Good idea! Take it, old man!" he said, tapping Welzon on the shoulder. Instantly, the golem spell transferred to Welzon. "Oh, and this too!" Sam added, tapping again to transfer the Stone Castle power. "And take care of the garden too!" With another tap, he passed on the Thorn Labyrinth spell.Welzon placed a hand on his head, protesting, "Sam, you’re giving me too much!"Sam laughed it off. "You can handle it, old man!"Welzon began controlling the golem guards along the stone pathway. "You are amazing," Sam complimented.Welzon's expression turned serious. "You don’t understand, Sam. It’s not entirely my power either. I have help from them.""Them? The deaths from the Great War? Didn’t we purge them in the Blighted Plains?""Some were stubborn and followed me still. But you should have realized there are more dead here now," Welzon said in a cold tone.Sam understood the grim reality. Despite his efforts
An ominous hum filled the air, originating from the heart of the citadel. The energy vortex within, centered around the chanter, reached a critical point. The tension was palpable, a foreboding sense of impending doom that even the most battle-hardened could not ignore.[The forbidden legendary spell detected!][Abyssal Rift is being opened!]Suddenly, the vortex imploded and then exploded with a deafening roar.The main building of the citadel shattered into pieces, sending debris flying in all directions. From the newly formed massive rift, a torrent of daemons poured forth, their twisted forms crawling, flying, and slithering into the world.Sam didn’t need System's explanation for this as it was unfolded right before their eyes. He and his allies could only watch in horror as the daemon horde emerged.The air crackled with malevolent energy, and the ground itself seemed to tremble under the weight of the demonic onslaught. The daemons attacked them with savage fury, their grotesqu