"We must go up to the village," a large green dragonkin announced. His scales shined brightly with health as the leader of the flock spoke clearly. "There is a monster invading the village and we must protect our territory before another one comes and claims it.""But, Morian, what about the inhabitants?" a smaller red one asked. Her voice trembled a little. "Won't they think we're attacking the village too?" The green leader heaved a sigh."That's something we'll just have to risk, Bethesha. Remember, we came to this world to find companions for some of our brethren... because our world is dying...""Beggars can't be choosers, right?~ Bethesha sighed. Morian just clenched his fist and turn away...He raised his head and spread his wings, letting out a battle cry. "To the village!" he shouted. The other males joined in, with some of the females roaring softer. One purple dragonkin in particular looked up at his red, worried mother."Let me fight, mom!" he said enthusiastically. His mo
Aiden is sitting on Stormhaven throne with Alfred and his clan members on his side...While in front of him, the high council of Stormhaven Port is explaining about the raid to Necropolis of Sacrifice. The Necropolis is the nearest to Stormhaven Port. And since the army was already strong enough to control the necropolis, the high council proposed to Aiden about the distribution of seal stones which can be acquired from defeating the monsters inside.So, Lord Aiden, I presumed that a person as strong as you don't need to use the seal stones to acquire the power to strengthen yourself, right? I mean, even if the seal stones can be used in many ways, their power itself is very limited. Sir Ashton Kutcher, one of the nobles leading the city speak on behalf of the other nobles. His voice is shaky, and the trembling in his voice can be easily noticed.Aiden instantly understands that he's being forced to be their spokesman, not that he's willing t
Three full days after the travel that was Expedition Day, Liam Hennessy, an Exeter Combatants was once again sitting up on the side of the supplies depot. It was almost noon, though you wouldn't think it after looking at the sky in the necropolis. It always seemed to be the same dreary, somber weather, the perfect mood for the place where hundreds of men were killed and wounded.Liam leaned back further into the firm ground that was supporting him. He rested his head against the embankment and stared up at the moody sky, a few locks of mahogany hair falling into his eyes, finally free from the confines of the heavy, metal helmet, which now rested on the ground beside him.The sounds of screaming men and whizzing magics still rang clear in the ears of the young Soldier, mixing with the continuous roar of the monsters far away in the d
“What is that….” “Run…” A group of scouts is standing in fright as they faced the terror of their life. A normal demon spawn is nothing compared to the one standing in front of them… As they turn their bodies to run… time seems to stop as they realized they could see their bodies running away in fright but without their head… Seven bodies of adventurer… running in line… headless… the last thing they hear as the world turns dark is the heavy steps of iron boots… “protect…… the… portal” “proootec… Des…..mo..n….” the long and eerie voice came from the thing that annihilates the scout… and the echoing footsteps continues their steps… —--------------- Klauss, so you mean that the first time you meet with Lord Aiden and Lady Rena is at that mystical Whimsical Woods? Stefan talks with Klauss with great interest as both of them take a rest in the necropolis after defeating a mob of lilims. Inside the necropolis, not just demon spawn that roams around but also lilims occupied sev
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