"Now is not the time to be hostile, Carson. Your sister and her husband are still alive and are being targeted by the Bloodcrest brothers. The faster we get to them, the safer they will be." Mark's voice was strained, but he managed to convey the urgency of the situation.Carson's grip loosened slightly. "You better be telling the truth, Mark. If anything happens to them, there will be hell to pay."Mark nodded, understanding the weight of Carson's threat. "We need to act quickly. Let's coordinate our efforts and take down the Bloodcrest brothers once and for all."With a final, intense stare, Carson released Mark and stepped back, ready to join forces against the common enemy. The battle ahead would be fierce, but together, they had a chance to save the innocent and bring justice to those responsible for so much pain and suffering. Carson still hasn't learned of the death of his brother.……….The King's Arena, once a place of joy and competition, had become a scene of absolute chaos
Outside the King’s Arena, a large crowd of powerful hunters and soldiers from the Froster family had gathered. The air was thick with tension as the warriors stood ready, their weapons gleaming in the dim light. The Froster family was known for their strength and determination, and today they were prepared to face any challenge that lay ahead.Mark and a strange man wearing a white mask stood in front of the hunters, their bodies radiating a powerful aura that would make a thousand people bow in fear. The masked leader was none other than Carson, who wore a mask to hide his face and protect his sister further. Carson's presence was imposing, and even the bravest hunters felt a shiver run down their spines as they stood in his shadow.However, the leader standing before the Froster family was nothing compared to the hunters’. He stood shivering profusely, gazing at the huge structure of the Arena. The Arena itself was a massive, foreboding building, its walls towering high into the sky
1 Hour Before The EarthquakeA man wearing a long suit and a fine hat walked in front of the hunters. He greeted Mark Grayson with a slight nod. He also greeted the masked figure he couldn’t recognize but could tell was as strong, if not stronger, than Mark Grayson."Welcome, Brandon Stark," Mark Grayson said, shaking hands with him."I came as soon as I heard your message, but I was already at a raid, which is the reason for the delay. I hope I didn't waste too much of your time?" Brandon Stark replied."No, no, you are welcome. It would be great if you can start deactivating the barrier right away; we fear the Bloodcrest brothers have already resumed their atrocities," Mark Grayson responded.Brandon nodded, looked around, and stared at the Froster family soldiers for a second before focusing on the strong barrier that prevented anyone from entering or exiting the arena."This barrier is a pretty powerful one; only a grandmaster barrier magician like me can deactivate it. But even w
Two hours have passed at the King's arena. The hunter and the Soldiers of the Froster family have dealt with the Bloodcrest brothers with all their might and determination to fight the injustice and avenge the blood of the innocent spilled today. The air was thick with tension and the smell of blood, as the once vibrant arena now bore the scars of a brutal battle.At this moment, several Bloodcrest brothers could be seen lying on the ground, either dead or bound by chains. Their once fierce and defiant expressions were now replaced with pain and resignation.The hunters stood beside those with chains binding them, their faces strict and resolute. They showed no mercy, their eyes cold and unforgiving, reflecting the harshness of the battlefield."You bastards! You might have won today, but the Bloodcrest brothers will strike again next time with a force that even you guys will not be able to fight against," one of the Bloodcrest brothers chained to the ground said, his tone filled with
Mark Grayson was the first to notice the dark expression on Carson’s face when he turned in their direction. His first thought was that he had messed up badly! ‘Damnit!’ Mark Grayson cursed himself inwardly. He knew that Carson’s reaction would definitely not be a quiet one! The tension was palpable, and Mark's heart raced as he anticipated Carson's next move. The weight of the moment pressed down on him, making it hard to breathe. He could feel the sweat starting to form on his forehead as he watched Carson's every move, waiting for the inevitable explosion of anger.At this moment, Carson could be seen taking cold, deliberate steps towards the Bloodcrest brothers. There were about 30 Bloodcrest brothers alive after the others were slain! They looked at Carson as though they were seeing a madman and a demon all at the same time. One of them even started shivering, his fear evident. The sight of Carson’s unrelenting advance sent chills down their spines. They knew that they were faci
The scene at the makeshift infirmary was one of chaos and urgency. Hunters and civilians alike were working together to tend to the injured. Makeshift beds were lined up in the open space, and people were hurrying back and forth with supplies. The atmosphere was tense as everyone scrambled to help those in need, their faces etched with worry and determination.“Careful with that leg!” shouted a burly hunter as he helped a civilian lift a wounded man onto a stretcher. His voice was loud and firm, trying to direct the frantic efforts around him.“I’m trying!” the civilian retorted, his voice strained under the weight. “It’s not exactly light, you know!” He struggled to keep his grip, sweat dripping down his forehead as he tried to balance the injured man.Nearby, a young woman was bandaging a deep gash on another hunter’s arm. “Hold still, will you?” she muttered, her brow furrowed in concentration. Her hands moved quickly but carefully, trying to stop the bleeding and keep the wound
The mine entrance loomed ahead, a dark, gaping hole in the side of a rocky hill. Wooden beams, rough and weathered, supported the entrance. The ground around it was strewn with rocks and old tools. The sky was overcast, and dim light barely reached into the mine's depths, creating an eerie atmosphere. The air smelled of damp earth and rusted metal, thick and oppressive.Inside, narrow tunnels twisted and turned. The walls were rough and lined with jagged rocks. Wooden planks formed a crude pathway, worn smooth by years of use. The further one ventured, the colder and darker it became, as if the mine itself was alive and closing in.In this area…Carson and Mark could be seen moving cautiously through the mine. Carson with his tall and well-built stature led the way.In his hands, light magic ball glowed, illuminating the path ahead. Mark followed closely behind, his eyes scanning the area around him."Keep your steps as silent as possible," Carson whispered urgently. "We don't know h
William stared at the scroll floating midair in front of him with a frown as he recalled Carson's words.Carson had said the scroll would only reveal its content when the world was on the verge of ending. According to him, not even William or anyone else would be able to open it and reveal its content until the time was right. It was a mysterious and ancient artifact, imbued with powerful magic that no one fully understood. As the scroll remained suspended in the air, William wondered how he would be able to read it. It seemed impossible. However, as if responding to his thoughts, the scroll unfolded with a gentle rustling sound, almost like a whisper. It was as if the scroll had been waiting for him, sensing his presence and his thoughts.On the page of the scroll was a map of Earth colored in green. However, there was a spot in the northern region with a red mark, indicating a difference. This mark was bold and bright, standing out starkly against the green. ‘Why is that place ma