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
As if the world was replying to the thoughts of the leader of the Bloodcrest Brothers base, suddenly, two faces popped up before them. It was the faces of the two people they wouldn’t want to see even on their death day or their happiest day.“SHIT!! We are under attack!!” the leader yelled and informed everybody.At once, the Bloodcrest Brothers packed up their things, picked up their weapons, and got ready to defend themselves. They scrambled around, grabbing guns, knives, and any other weapons they could find. Their movements were frantic and hurried.Their faces were etched with surprise and panic, not expecting to see the man they had just talked about minutes ago appear before them, alongside the boss of their nemesis. It was as if their worst nightmare had come to life right in front of their eyes. The tension in the room skyrocketed, and their fear was palpable.While the Bloodcrest Brothers were shocked beyond comprehension, the captives found a new beam of hope shining on th
Due to the invasion by the Bloodcrest Brothers, the King’s Arena tournament was canceled and rescheduled for a year later. This allowed the company time to rebuild and repair the arena that had been destroyed. The arena had been a symbol of the city's pride, hosting many events and bringing joy to the citizens. Its destruction left a void, not just in the landscape, but in the hearts of the people. As the city gradually returned to its peaceful era, families who had fled during the invasion began to return to their homes. The streets, once empty and silent, started to fill with the sounds of everyday life again. Children played in the parks, shopkeepers reopened their stores, and the hustle and bustle of daily routines resumed. The atmosphere was one of quiet renewal, with everyone busy tending to the city’s needs. Neighbors greeted each other with relieved smiles, and a sense of cautious optimism spread through the community.The townspeople worked alongside engineers, helping to r
It has been three days since Charles's funeral, and the Storm family has managed to pull through the harsh period together. They supported each other, shared their grief, and found comfort in their unity. Despite the overwhelming sadness, they kept going, remembering Charles and the strength he always showed. “Are you sure you will be okay?” Clarissa asked, standing beside William. She looked at him with concern, her eyes reflecting the worry she felt. “Yeah, I will definitely be okay. It is just a low-rank dungeon, and I am not going alone,” William answered with a smile, patting Clarissa on the back. After the invasion of the Bloodcrust Brothers, William realized he had to train his skills as fast as he could to avoid being defenseless against his enemies again. The attack had shown him his vulnerabilities, and he didn't want to feel that helpless ever again. However, when he told Clarissa that he would be going with a group, he lied. He couldn't bear the thought of putting othe
In the western area of Astoria, a car arrived before a portal leading inside a dungeon, and the person was none other than William. The car hummed to a stop, its engine purring one last time before silence settled in. William stepped out of the car and observed the structure of the dungeon for a few seconds before walking towards it. The dungeon entrance was large and ominous, framed by rugged stones and mysterious runes that glowed faintly. It was as if the portal itself was alive, pulsating with an eerie energy that made the hairs on the back of William's neck stand up.Arriving close and in front of the portal, William stopped once more and stared at it with a calm look on his face. He took a deep breath, his mind racing with thoughts of what could be inside. Memories of his past experiences flashed before his eyes, reminding him of the dangers he had faced and the strength he had gained."This is a place where I can die or become stronger. And to remain alive in this place, I ha
As William stretched his hand out, the snake took it as a challenge and sped towards him. Its sleek, scaled body glistened in the dappled forest light, moving with incredible speed and precision. The snake's eyes locked onto William's, filled with a predatory hunger.But it was too late for the snake because William was very smart and had realized a way to end the snake's life without taking too much action. He had been observing the creature for a while, noting its movements and weaknesses. With a plan in mind, he knew he could outwit the serpent.With his hands stretched out, William began to control the tree the snake was crawling down from. His fingers twitched as he focused his energy, and the tree responded to his will. Its branches rustled and leaves shook as if awakening from a deep sleep, ready to obey his commands.The tree started twisting unnaturally around the snake. Its branches bent and coiled, mimicking the snake’s own movements. The tree did the same action the snake