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The Last Blood Mage Another Corrupted Being
Their journey towards the Cold Mountains became even more urgent as they navigated through the dense forest, the weight of Xander's condition hanging heavily between them. The silence of the forest was suddenly broken by the sound of soft sobbing. Up ahead, in the middle of the road, sat a figure cloaked in rags, her body shaking with each sob."Wait, do you hear that?" Atheria asked, slowing her horse to a halt."Yeah, I hear it. And I don't like it," Xander replied, his voice laced with caution. "Let's just keep moving. We've got enough problems as it is."But Atheria, ever the compassionate soul, dismounted her horse. "I can't just leave her. She might need help.""Atheria, don't!" Xander hissed, but it was too late. Atheria was already approaching the figure.As she drew closer, the sobbing intensified. "Ma'am? Are you okay? Can we help you?" Atheria called out gently, trying to peer under the hood that covered the woman's face.The figure slowly raised her head, and the sobbing c
The Last Blood Mage Ice Shelter And Future Plans
By the fourth day of their relentless trek toward the Cold Mountains, the landscape had shifted dramatically. The once dense forests had given way to open, windswept plains, and the mountains themselves loomed ever closer, their peaks shrouded in ice and snow. The weather had turned bitterly cold, a sharp contrast to the relatively mild conditions they had left behind.Xander, wrapped in as many layers as he could manage without impeding his movement, was visibly miserable. Every breath came out in a frosty cloud, and he kept rubbing his hands together in a futile attempt to generate warmth. "I hate this," he grumbled, his voice muffled by the scarf wrapped around his face. "Why couldn't these damn monks live somewhere tropical? Somewhere with sun, sand, and maybe a nice beach."Atheria, leading the way with a map in hand, couldn't suppress her amusement at Xander's discomfort. "Oh, come on, Xander. A little cold never hurt anyone. Besides, think of it as... character building," she t
The Last Blood Mage Erik, The Joyous Monk
As morning light began to filter through the layers of snow above them, Atheria and Xander started the laborious process of digging their way out of the underground shelter they had constructed the previous night. The cold bit at their fingers, but the thought of resuming their journey to the Cold Mountains spurred them on.Finally breaking through to the surface, they were greeted by a landscape transformed. The blizzard had passed, leaving behind a pristine blanket of snow that stretched as far as the eye could see, the early morning sun casting a glittering sheen over it."Look at this," Xander exclaimed, his breath forming clouds in the cold air. "It's like the world started fresh overnight. Damn blizzard might've frozen my balls off, but you've got to admit, it's beautiful."Atheria couldn't help but smile, despite the chill. "It's breathtaking. But let's not linger too long admiring the view. We've got monks to find and a long road ahead."They found their horses huddled togethe
The Last Blood Mage The Monstery
As the trio continued their ascent towards the monastery, nestled high in the Cold Mountains, Erik began to share more about his mission, revealing the depth of his purpose with a gravity that hadn't been present in his demeanor before."You know, I wasn't entirely truthful when I said I was just out for a stroll," Erik confessed, casting a glance towards the towering peaks above. "The monastery sent me on a specific task—to investigate the magic corruption spreading through the land."Atheria and Xander listened intently, the humor from their earlier conversation giving way to a more solemn attention."Corruption?" Xander echoed, his voice laced with concern. "So, it's worse than we thought?"Erik nodded gravely. "Much worse. It's not just isolated incidents. It's a blight, spreading faster than we anticipated. The elders at the monastery have been having... visions, prophecies of sorts.""Prophecies?" Atheria asked, her curiosity piqued. "What kind of prophecies?"Erik paused, choos
The Last Blood Mage Undead At The Monastery
Following the group of red-robed monks, Atheria, Xander, and Erik entered a large wooden building that exuded a sense of ancient wisdom and tranquility. The interior was dimly lit, with rays of sunlight filtering through small windows, casting serene patterns on the polished wooden floor. At the center of the room, in a meditating position, sat an old man whose presence seemed to fill the space with a profound sense of peace. This was Grand Master Laylan.Grand Master Laylan was a figure of venerable age, his face lined with the wisdom of countless seasons. His eyes, though closed in meditation, seemed to radiate an inner light. His long, white beard flowed down like a river of time, and he was clad in simple, yet elegant robes that marked him as someone of significance within the monastery.Erik and the other monks bowed deeply in greeting, a gesture of respect and reverence. "Grand Master Laylan, we bring before you Erik's guests, the ones you foresaw," one of the monks announced in
The Last Blood Mage An Undead Giant
As the undead horde drew nearer, Atheria quickly assumed the role of tactician, gathering the monks around her for a brief strategy session. Her voice was calm, but carried an undercurrent of urgency. "We need to hold them at the chokepoint, where the path narrows. It'll bottleneck them, make them easier to manage," she instructed, pointing to a natural formation in the landscape that would serve their purpose well.One of the monks, a younger man with keen eyes, nodded in understanding. "And what of their numbers? If they overwhelm that position?"Atheria met his gaze with a steely one of her own. "Then we fall back in stages. Use the terrain to our advantage. The monastery has defenses; we lure them in and use every trick we have. But first, we thin their ranks at the chokepoint."Meanwhile, Xander, leaning on his conjured blood sword, shared a lighter moment with Erik. "You know, with all these undead around, I was kind of hoping to get a drink in before the fight started," he jo
The Last Blood Mage Powering up Xander
As the undead giant rampaged closer, crushing the remains of the fallen undead beneath its massive feet, its roar shattered the early morning calm, sending a wave of terror through the monastery grounds. The monks scrambled, their faces etched with fear and uncertainty as they witnessed the sheer destructiveness of the behemoth."That thing's going to flatten us into pancake monks if we don't act fast," Erik blurted out, his usual humor replaced by a grim realization of the danger they faced. The monks around him were hastily discussing potential strategies, but the dread in their eyes spoke volumes. None of their plans seemed viable against such a colossal enemy.Atheria, her gaze fixed on the advancing giant, remembered the titanic efforts required to bring down similar creatures during the Mooncrest war. "It took almost two battalions of mages to take down one of those during the war," she said, the gravity of their situation sinking in. "We don't have that kind of firepower here
The Last Blood Mage Defeating The Giant
As the battle raged on, the undead giant, a behemoth of bone and dark sorcery, towered over the ragtag group of defenders, its eyes glowing with malevolent light. Xander, his fangs gleaming under the sickly moon, stood at the forefront, his muscles tensed and his senses heightened to a preternatural degree."By the gods, that thing's uglier up close," Erik quipped, clutching the glowing medallion tightly in his hand, his eyes scanning for the source of corruption amidst the chaos.Atheria, nocking an arrow to her bow, glanced at Erik with a smirk. "Focus, Erik. Your humor might be the death of us yet.""Ah, but what a glorious death it would be," Erik shot back, his eyes twinkling with mirth even as he prepared to sprint into the heart of danger.Xander, meanwhile, turned his gaze to the giant, his voice a low growl. "Let's tear this bastard apart. Atheria, cover me. Erik, find that damn source."With a roar that split the night, Xander leaped forward, his blood sword conjured in mid-
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