"Don't let its speed deceive you," the dragon warned. "It may have poor agility, but it can swing that hammer with incredible force and speed. Remember, avoid that hammer at all costs. Its special effects are devastating."Zeomora glanced at his MP, which had been drained nearly in half from the impact. "I get it," he replied, his voice strained."When it hits you," the dragon continued, "it either drains your mana or counters your attacks. But I'll share some of my strength with you."Zeomora watched as his body transformed, scales erupting from its skin. "Let's see what you've got," he challenged, his determination burning bright.The troll's hammer struck the ground with a thunderous clash, the vibrations shaking the very earth beneath Zeomora's feet. With a fierce roar, the troll lifted the massive hammer and charged towards Zeomora. Quick on his feet, Zeomora leapt into the air, delivering a powerful kick with spiked boots aimed at the troll's belly. The spikes barely made a dent
With grim resolve, the dragon summoned the 'Grip Crusher', a dark hand materializing above the guardian and crushing its head with finality. As the guardian crumbled before him, Zeomora's senses returned, and the battle was won but at great cost. The dragon stood, a lone figure amidst the fading echoes of conflict, having emerged victorious from the crucible of battle.Collapsed on the ground, his body weary and battered from the fierce battle, Zeomora struggled to catch his breath. Despite the restorative effects of a healing potion, exhaustion weighed heavily upon him, a testament to the intensity of the conflict.Surveying the looming cave entrance, Zeomora's gaze narrowed with determination. "At dawn, after we've rested, we must venture into the cave," he declared, his voice tinged with a sense of urgency.The dragon, his companion, and ally, nodded in agreement, his eyes glinting with a warrior's resolve. "Agreed, we shall gather our provisions and depart swiftly," he affirmed, t
The Guild Master’s voice echoed with chilling authority, “I earned my position through deeds, not dusty tomes. And I wouldn’t hesitate to prove it again.”The second adventurer, fuelled by indignation, roared, “We demand our rightful reward!”“Or what?” the Guild Master’s eyes flashed with icy blue light, “You’ll try to bully your way into my guild? I could have you both locked up with a word.” Soldiers materialized from the door, steel glinting in the dim light.“This is unlawful!” the adventurer sputtered.“Law is a tool, boy,” the Guild Master’s voice was a low growl, “and it bends to the strong.”“But the carcass…” the adventurer stammered, “it’s proof enough…”“Proof?” the Guild Master’s laughter was a harsh bark, “I’ve seen children with more convincing lies. Prove your claim, or leave empty-handed.”As the tension reached its peak, the guild master's ultimatum hung heavy in the air, a challenge that demanded valour and skill to overcome. With a resolute determination, he turned
There was a thud, as the hammer lord fell on his right knee. Sweat trickled down his face and pain made it even more unbearable. He had complete armour, except for a helmet and was supporting himself with a hammer. He looked around, watching the great destruction that could not be undone and all the dead bodies that lay beside him 'What am I going to do?' Looking at three specific bodies that lay in different positions. 'The other three heroes are dead, leaving me the only survivor. And,' looking at the enemy in front of him, who was in dark clothing and was smiling sarcastically, 'the enemy is too powerful, how am I supposed to beat him?' The enemy was levitating in the air, he came to the ground at great speed, causing it to shake and dust rose in the air. He said, “In human sight, heroes are nothing but assets, whose sole purpose is to help the weak.” The hammer lord winked in pain, “But, there are few who are ready to die on our behalf
The general ran towards them with his sword ready for combat, “What you have done, killing a hero is a death sentence.” He moved forward to attack, but he was thrown for a blade before he had the chance to dodge it. It pierced his neck and fell to the ground with a thud! While holding his bleeding neck. The army was filled with fear, however before they had a chance to attack, dark smoke created a covering above them. The assassins held hands together and portals appeared above the army. They then chanted and fireballs appeared from the portals consuming the army. The leader of the six said, “Send the king a message informing him that we have accomplished the mission." One of the assassins lifted his right hand, a raven appeared and it flew towards the castle. ‘"Heroes are seen as vessels by other humans." Everything that he said was true, after all my sacrifices in the end I was just a disposal tool. Then, I’ll show them my furr
A soldier ran to the king in agency. On reaching him, he knelt with his head facing the ground, “My Lord, we have received an important message.” The king looked at him and said, “You may raise,” standing from his throne. “What did you receive?” “A message has been sent from an unknown source, saying that the mission has been accomplished.” The king clenched his hand, then faced the opposite side on which the soldier was standing. “So, they were eventually able to kill the hammer lord,” said the king, rather than speaking to himself. He then faced the soldier, “I want all the followers of the hammer lord, assassinated!” The soldier’s face became pale almost disbelieving what he had heard. He looked to the ground and asked with hidden fear, “Pardon ……... my Lord?” The king looked at him again while grinding his teeth, showing that he was beginning to be enraged, but decided to breathe it out. Pacing around, “Yes you heard right. I want
Fear clawed through the three men, having seen the snippers attack. The man with swords said to himself, 'Running isn’t an option. Our only option is, to' running towards them, 'charge forward.' He swung his swords at the older man, but he dodged the attacks while enjoying the moment. The older man dodged another attack and as the other man raised his hands preparing to strike again, he was kicked on his chest, sending him to the ground. The older man then jumped on him with his axe forward. The man with swords put his two swords forward to block the attack, but the axe shattered the swords, cutting through his left shoulder. The man groaned in pain and kicked the man with the axe, sending him backwards together with his axe. The man whose weapons were blades ran towards the injured friend while trying to hit the man with an axe but to no avail. He said to himself, 'Maybe if I swiftly reach him, I may have a chance.' He increased his speed and stepped on a rock, t
“Where am I?” Asked Zeomora as he stood to his feet. He heard a horn being blown and people shouted with all their might. “That must be a war cry,” then he found himself outside a palace. Elves both young and old were running around in panic as soldiers slayed one elf after another. A soldier came running towards Zeomora with a spear on his hand preparing to kill him, but the soldier passed through him killing the female elf that was behind him. He fell to the ground in relief as drops of sweat splashed to the ground. “It is not real, I must be seeing a vision.” In the air he saw four unique heroes, each holding a different weapon and everything became dark. Breathing heavily with a hidden fear within. “Where am I?” Said Zeomora, looking at his surrounding which was completely dark. He had memories of people shouting at him, ‘Of with him, he should die just like his disgraceful parents,’ which was followed by a gunshot in his chest. He came back to his sens