As the group gathered their bearings after the trials, they knew they needed rest. The day's challenges had taken their toll, leaving them physically and mentally exhausted. With nightfall approaching, finding a safe place to rest became their priority."We should find a sheltered area," suggested Zion, scanning their surroundings. "Somewhere we can rest without worrying about any more surprises."The others nodded in agreement, their weariness evident in their expressions. They set off in search of a suitable spot, their steps slow and deliberate as they navigated the unfamiliar terrain.After a while, they came across a clearing nestled between the trees. It offered a small but relatively sheltered space where they could make camp for the night."This looks like a good spot," remarked Asahi, his eyes sweeping over the area. "We can set up a fire here and rest for the night."Zion nodded in agreement, already thinking about the practicalities of setting up camp. "We'll need firewood,
As dawn broke, casting a soft golden glow over their camp, the group began to stir. The night had been restless, filled with the anticipation of what the new day might bring. As they started to prepare their things for the day ahead, Afara, the enigmatic figure responsible for their trials, appeared before them."Good morning," Afara greeted them, her voice carrying a tone of mystery and purpose. "Are you all ready for your next trial?" Her gaze swept over the group, taking in their expressions, which ranged from determination to apprehension.Zion, with a look of steely resolve, nodded firmly. "We're as ready as we'll ever be," he replied, his voice reflecting the confidence he was trying to instill in the group.Asahi, always the cautious one, glanced around the campsite, ensuring that nothing had been left behind. "We're prepared," she confirmed, her eyes searching Afara's face for any hint of what awaited them.Afara's expression softened into a faint smile as she seemed pleased w
As Zion and Asahi entered the small shop, the atmosphere was hushed, and the shopkeeper eyed them warily. They had been asking around town for hours about Cavaller, the exiled witch rumored to hold the key to their mission, but everyone seemed to clam up at the mention of his name. It was as if the mere mention of Cavaller's name sent a shiver down their spines.Asahi sighed softly, her frustration evident. "It's like no one wants to be associated with Cavaller. They either avoid the topic or act like they've never heard of him."Zion nodded in agreement, his brow furrowed with concern. "It's as if he's a ghost in this town. But we can't afford to waste any more time. We need to find him if we want to save our comrades."The shopkeeper, an elderly man with a weathered face and kind eyes, overheard their conversation and cleared his throat. "You're looking for Cavaller, you say?"Zion and Asahi turned to face him, surprised by his sudden interest. "Yes, we are," Zion replied cautiously.
As they ventured deeper into the forest, the shadows seemed to grow thicker, and the air grew colder. Zion's senses were on high alert, every rustle of leaves or snap of a twig making him tense with anticipation.Finally, they arrived at a clearing bathed in moonlight. In the center stood a small, decrepit cottage, its windows boarded up and its roof sagging under the weight of years. The figure gestured toward the cottage. "Cavaller resides here. Approach with caution."Zion nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. He approached the cottage slowly, his senses on high alert for any sign of danger. As he reached the door, he hesitated for a moment before knocking firmly.The sound echoed through the stillness of the forest, and for a moment, there was no response. Just as Zion began to wonder if anyone was home, the door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit interior.Steeling himself, Zion stepped inside, the figure from the forest following closely behind. The cottage was sparsely furni
As Zion opened his eyes, he found himself standing at the edge of the forest, the cool breeze carrying the scent of pine and earth. The transition from the dark depths of the woods to the open air was disorienting, and for a moment, he had to steady himself against a nearby tree. Looking around, he took in his surroundings. The forest stretched out behind him, its dense canopy casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. Ahead lay a vast expanse of grassland, bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun. In the distance, he could make out the silhouette of a mountain range, its peaks reaching towards the sky like jagged teeth. As Zion ventured further outside the forest, his tattoo began to glow with an otherworldly light. The gentle illumination led him through the dense underbrush, its soft radiance cutting through the darkness of the surrounding trees. Following the ethereal glow, Zion found himself drawn towards a particular direction. The path seemed to unfold before him, guided
Zion's eyes fluttered open, and he gasped for breath, his chest heaving with the effort. He felt a surge of relief as he realized he was still alive. As he sat up, his eyes scanned the area around him. To his surprise, he found himself surrounded by Sagittarius, Asahi, and their other teammates. Some of them were nursing wounds, but none seemed as severe as what he had anticipated.As he took in the scene, confusion clouded his mind. How had he survived the poison? And how had they all ended up here together? He tried to speak, but his voice came out as a croak. Sagittarius noticed his movement and quickly came to his side."Easy there, Zion," Sagittarius said, his voice calm and reassuring. "You've been through a lot. We managed to find you in time and get you the antidote."Zion nodded weakly, still struggling to make sense of everything. As his strength slowly returned, he began to piece together what had happened. The old man had stabbed him with a poisoned blade, but somehow, the
As the group gathered their bearings after the trials, they knew they needed rest. The day’s challenges had taken their toll, leaving them physically and mentally exhausted. With nightfall approaching, finding a safe place to rest became their priority.“We should find a sheltered area,” suggested Zion, scanning their surroundings. “Somewhere we can rest without worrying about any more surprises.”The others nodded in agreement, their weariness evident in their expressions. They set off in search of a suitable spot, their steps slow and deliberate as they navigated the unfamiliar terrain.After a while, they came across a clearing nestled between the trees. It offered a small but relatively sheltered space where they could make camp for the night.“This looks like a good spot,” remarked Asahi, his eyes sweeping over the area. “We can set up a fire here and rest for the night.”Zion nodded in agreement, already thinking about the practicalities of setting up camp. “We’ll need firewood,
“Sir, please, this project is vital to my company; we need you. I have a family on my-““Stop with this stupidity and get the fuck out of my face.”“Sir, please.” He pleaded, but Zion simply don’t give a fuck about the man and his company; He is cutting all his markets and shares. What a goddamn waste, he mumbled; I should have believed in my instincts.How fucked up is that.“Gab, my schedule,” He muttered while breathing to calm himself.“Mr. President, you have a lunch meeting with Mr. Ferrer, at Lacosta Ville, 3 in the afternoon, with Senator Guevara, four thirty with Vice Mayor Ancanel, you have thirty minutes idle time, five in the evening, a charity event with La Pramera Parish, eight in the evening, company anniversary, Mrs. Agusi left a note that you promised her you will attend this year, and ten in the evening will be a dinner meeting with the Korean investors, that’s all, Sir.”Zion answered by nodding, “I’m too old, yet I still have countless parties to attend, if I’m a l