to my readers, I am sorry, I was robbed and lost my laptop and phone which turned out to be the worst time added in my life, just when I tended to my sister before she passed away in the hospital. my apartment got B&E, I lost so many chapters already written, and I got locked out of my emails since I use a two-way verification method, times got really hard on me... to my loyal readers, don't give up on the story yet since I am not giving up yet...
In the depths of the ancient necropolis, the demon-spawn Lord Knight roamed the dark halls, his eyes ablaze with a fiery red glow. He had been assigned the sacred duty of guarding the portal that led to the underworld, a responsibility that he forcefully took with utmost seriousness. The necropolis was a treacherous place, filled with restless spirits and malevolent undead creatures that sought to prey on the living. But the demonspawn Lord Knight was more than a match for them. His sword was imbued with dark magic that sapped the life force of his enemies, and his armor was forged from the bones of fallen warriors, making him nigh invincible. For years, he had patrolled the necropolis, hunting down any creature that dared to approach the portal. His demonic nature made him immune to the terrors of the underworld, and he reveled in the challenge of facing off against the creatures that dwelled within. But despite his formidable strength, the demonspawn Lord Knight was not invincible
Haru, the Swordlord Trickster, grinned as he watched Viego, the Lord Knight Demonspawn, step further into the cramped room. The walls were lined with torches, casting flickering shadows across the stone floor. Haru knew that this was the perfect place to trap his opponent, and he had a trick up his sleeve that he was sure would work.As Viego stepped further into the room, Haru launched his attack. He darted forward, his sword flashing in the dim light, and began to move in a circular pattern, creating a sword array that surrounded Viego on all sides. Viego tried to fight back, but he was quickly trapped within the array, unable to move.Haru grinned triumphantly. He had trapped his opponent, and now he would finish him off. He stepped forward, his sword held high, ready to strike the killing blow. But as he raised his sword, Viego suddenly sprang into action.With a fierce growl, Viego charged forward, his sword flashing in the torchlight. Haru tried to dodge, but it was too late. Vi
Stefan had always known that his father, Viego, was a great warrior. He had heard stories about his father's exploits on the battlefield, and he had always been in awe of him. But one day, when Stefan was still a child, Viego was abducted by unknown forces. Years passed, and Stefan grew up to be a skilled warrior in his own right due to the tutelage of Maria. He had honed his skills through years of training, and he had become a formidable fighter. After many years of doubt and hatred. He found Viego there, transformed into a monstrous creature with a blazing fire in his joints and razor-sharp claws. He was lost in his mind, trying to comprehend what happened in his life but found no answer. Stefan stood in front of his father, his hands shaking as he looked into the eyes of the man he thought he had killed. He had carried the guilt of that act for so long, and now it seemed he had been wrong all along. His mind raced as he tried to process the reality of the situation. How coul
As the fight raged on, Viego's memories continued to flood back. Memories of his wife, memories of his son, and memories of the life he had before he was transformed into a Demonspawn. With each memory, Viego's movements became more powerful and precise. He was no longer just fighting to survive, he was fighting to reclaim his life. Stefan could see the change in his father's eyes. The once cold and calculating gaze was now filled with emotion and purpose. Viego was fighting not just for himself, but for his family. With a sudden burst of energy, Viego launched a series of attacks that Stefan struggled to defend against. He knew that his father had regained his former strength and skills, and he was fighting with a renewed sense of purpose. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Viego landed the final blow. Stefan fell to the ground, his sword clattering out of his hand. Viego stood over his son, his breathing heavy, his body covered in sweat. But there was a sense of peace in
The acquisition of the Seal of Vengeance is a powerful event that triggers a profound transformation in Aiden, the High Dusk Sylvary. As he grasps the seal in his hands, he can feel its power coursing through his veins, awakening a latent energy that had been dormant within him.At first, the transformation is almost imperceptible. Aiden feels a surge of power as the seal's energy begins to infuse his body, strengthening his muscles and sharpening his senses. He becomes more alert and focused, his eyes glowing with a new intensity that seems to see beyond the physical world.As the transformation continues, Aiden's body begins to change. His skin is luminous, radiating a soft, golden light that seems to emanate from within. His hair grows longer, flowing down his back like strands of molten gold.As Aiden's body transforms, his mind and soul are also affected by the powerful energies of the Seal of Vengeance. His consciousness expands, opening up to new possibilities and perspectives
Vexira walked through the dark underground hall, her footsteps echoing off the cold stone walls. She walked with purpose, but her mind was lost in thought, remembering the days of her imprisonment by Hestia. She couldn't help but feel a great sadness wash over her as she remembered the torture and pain she had endured at the hands of the wicked sorceress. Her heart pounded in her chest as she thought of the days when she was at Hestia's mercy, unable to escape her torment. As she passes a small room, her minds wander to the time when she was alone and imprisoned... Vexira sat weakly in her bed, her mind wandering to the friends she had left behind. She missed Aiden's sharp wit and unwavering loyalty, Sorisana's gentle kindness and healing touch, Lilith's fiery spirit and fierce determination, Calixta's strategic mind and quick thinking, Evindal's calm presence and soothing voice, and Thalia and Tisha's playful banter and mischievous schemes. She longed for their company, their supp
Meanwhile, in StormHaven Port... -------------- Aera had always known that Grekakwi was trouble. The high orc had a reputation for being ruthless and manipulative, and he had been eyeing her ever since she had arrived in Erenhadi. But she had never expected him to be so bold. As she walked through the library, Grekakwi approached her with a smirk on his face. "Aera, my dear, I've been looking for you," he said, his eyes glinting with malice. Aera tried to keep a polite smile on her face, but she could feel her heart racing with fear. She knew what Grekakwi wanted, and she had no intention of becoming his concubine. "I'm sorry, Grekakwi, but I'm not interested," she said, hoping to diffuse the situation. But Grekakwi was not so easily deterred. He stepped closer, reaching out to touch her arm. "Come now, Aera, don't be coy. You know you want me," he said, his voice low and menacing. Aera's hand shot out instinctively, grabbing a nearby letter opener. She held it up defensively,
As the floating cities of the giants began to fall from the sky, the people of the land below were struck with fear and confusion. The humans looked up in horror, their eyes wide with disbelief at the sight before them. The cities fell like burning meteors, streaking across the sky and leaving a trail of smoke and debris in their wake. The mecharies stood motionless, their shining armors on bodies reflecting the fiery glow of the falling cities. They were born to calculate and analyze, but the catastrophic event unfolding before them left them struggling to make sense of it all. They too were shaken by the impact of the falling debris, which sent shockwaves through the ground beneath their feet. The sylvaries were equally shaken by the cataclysm, the once-peaceful inhabitants of the forest now huddled together in fear. They watched as the cities fell, their branches shaking in the wind as the impact of the falling debris shook the ground below them. They had never seen anything like