2024-12-14 22:59:18It wore a deep night, and, it seemed, the treetops pulsed through the darkness with life-thoughts in an unnatural, extended stillness. By this time, Evans knew that weight against his chest was more than an innocuous mass of material, being now quite sensitive to the near presence of a great, moving evil. It had, after all, brought them thus far, and its light was now a blaze compared to what Evans could recall as he made their way toward the loyalists' camp.
He glanced at his comrades: Mara, her daggers faintly glinting in the dark; Brynna, who had muttered softly under her breath; Jorin, his hand firm on the hilt of his sword. Garen led ahead, a mask of concentration etched across his face. "We are close," Garen uttered in a low tone. Evans nodded. "We keep to the plan. We find Seraphine, stop the ritual, and get the fragments before they can complete the crown." Yet with their push onward, a seed of disquiet began to nes
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The air crackled with a tension so thick it could almost be touched. Evans stood tall, his sword drawn, his breath shallow but steady. Amara was beside him, her golden light pulsating like a heartbeat, its warmth cutting through the encroaching darkness. Together, they faced the abyss—the vast nothingness that seemed to stretch out endlessly, threatening to swallow them whole.And yet, despite the overwhelming odds, they stood their ground."Evans," Amara's voice cut through the chaos. "This isn't the end. We can end this."But her words, while comforting, seemed to hang in the air, uncertain, like the wind before a storm. The abyss, however, seemed to mock them, its silence louder than any roar."Can we?" Evans muttered, almost to himself. His grip tightened around his sword, his thoughts swirling in a haze of doubt. The figure—the one who had been manipulating them, twisting their every move, had vanished into the shadows, leaving only its words
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The silence was deafening.Evans stood in the center of the ruined camp, his body still trembling from the weight of what he had just witnessed. The air was thick with the remnants of the creature's storm, the dark clouds still swirling above, but now there was no sound, no movement. The world around him seemed suspended in time, as though it was holding its breath.He didn’t know how long they stood there, the storm above them slowly dissipating. Amara’s hand remained tightly clasped around his arm, her grip firm, but there was fear in her eyes. Fear and something else. Something deeper.“We have to go,” Amara said quietly, her voice barely a whisper. “Before it comes back.”Evans nodded but didn’t move. His mind was still reeling. What had just happened? The creature was gone—vanished—but he could feel it, the faint echo of its presence, lingering in the depths of his mind. It wasn’t over. Not yet.He turned to Amara, his voice low. “Wh
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Evans’s heart pounded in his chest, the echo of the dark voice still vibrating in his bones. The air was thick with uncertainty, the ground beneath him unsettled as if the very earth knew something he didn’t. He looked at Amara, and for the first time since this battle had begun, he saw something in her eyes that mirrored his own dread—uncertainty.“What did it mean?” Amara asked quietly, her voice strained with disbelief.Evans swallowed, shaking his head as he tried to focus. The figure, the voice, the endless night—nothing made sense. But one thing did.“We’ve only just started,” he muttered, more to himself than to her.Amara’s grip tightened on his arm. “Evans—what does that mean?”Before he could respond, the rumbling began again. This time, it was closer. Louder. Stronger.The sky overhead crackled with an unnatural storm, swirling clouds darkening the horizon like an oncoming tidal wave. The air had grown cold, sharper, b
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Chapter 117: The Aftermath
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