Under the false image cloak, the bandits stealthily creeped closer to their camp, holding the hostages in one arm and q dagger between their teeth.
Amira swinging her legs, gaming on her tablet. Her ears pricked to the rolling pebbles, she casted a suspicious glance.
The bandits stood still under their camouflage.
She shifted her vision back to her tablet, they tiptoed closer, holding their breaths. The earbuds buzzed, receiving a command from their leader.
Amira said "Malcolm!"
One of the men hinted to attack, the troupe head raised his hand and they stopped.
Malcolm said "Yes?" running towards her.
Amira smiled, said "Can you show me how to defeat this boss?"
Under her breath, she said "I think someone is watching us!"
She whispered "Don't do anything yet"
Putting on an awkward look, Malcolm said "I know how we can defeat them!" pointing at he game keys.
In between they whispered "How can, you
A false image cloak is almost similar to an invisibility cloak. But it is based on the theory of refracted light. The cloak diverges the light to make it seem like nothing is in front of the viewer but the user can't make fast movements as it can destort the illusion. Like and drop some gems for your author
Hundreds of miles below the surface, in one of the roughly dug rooms. A nauseating smell wafted around; as a gooey liquid accumulated, flowing from an insect hive above. A yellow drop, bounced, and flowed down his glistening nape as he slept.Within the deep resides of his mind, a ghoulish figure smirked and literally planting a creepy grin on Draven's face, stretching to the ends, beneath the bandage.Hr laughed, cooking up a hair-raising scheme. A shadowy figure took root in his consciousness, he stood before Draven, his weakened soul."Hehe... kneel before me, you peasant, I am your King Kalaraja, ruler of the underworld!"“Obey me your King, and I will make you the strongest being, with all the riches you could ever have… and” “Together, you and I will rule the world”“All you go to do is, kneel!”Draven silently studied the being within his mind space, ‘Is he the reason, why
Draven sat upright on the mat, slowly adjusting himself, his hands groped the surroundings. He titled his head around, he gasped "I really can't see anything but darkness." Vernon said "If you want, we can still restore your eyes with the cell regeneration ability. But do hurry, the longer you wait, less effective the ability will be to cure old wounds." Draven said "Yeah, whatever! Don't you think human eyes are too fragile?" Vernon shook his head "You are definitely the weirdest person I have ever met" Draven said "I just think they are unreliable, it's better to replace them with those bionic eyes. Isn't it much better? It has many features; it is super convenient!" Vernon grunted "Who am I, to tell you what to do?" Draven commanded "Okay then show me a list of abilities related to eyes!" Astral vision || projection Aura vision Merging vision Microscopic vision X-ray vision Heat vision
After Tracy fed him dinner, Draven lied down on the mattress with closed eyes; waiting for the clock to strike twelve. He grinned, absorbing the information picked up from his system scans. He opened his system and spent another 700 exp to buy enhanced senses and drone eye. Few hours later, Vernon shouted in his head "Hey kid, it's time!" Draven clicked his lips "Hmm, so soon. I wanted to enjoy my dream bathing with beauties in the lake" Before Vernon could say anything, Draven turned solemn and pushed himself off the ground, he stood up. Using his aura vision, he pulled out a fork and blunt knife from his pockets and put his ear against the door. 'Hmm... I can't hear a thing!' "Vernon, can you do a scan?" Vernon uploaded the outside surroundings into his brain. "Coast is clear!" Draven said, activating his invisibility, he slowly opened a small slit and stealthy squeezed through. A bandit at the end of the corridor, shot a swe
Once more they clashed, glittering the area in sparks, they both grunted, like two bulls violently shoving their horns."Not bad kid, you can still keep up! I am impressed. With your tiny statue I thought I could easily steamroll ya!" Mr. Luiz laughed, enjoying the battle.Stuck in a deadlock, Draven knew he was getting nowhere with just his combat skills and his fire ability. Mr. Luiz could even see through his misdirection, for he was a bit faster than what Draven initially thought.Draven grinned "Sorry to disappoint ya! Hehe, be prepared for more""Huh?" he swung his saber across his abdomen.Draven teleported, descending with a sword, aiming for his head. Mr. Luiz skipped back, diverted his sword to the ground. Mr. Luiz exclaimed "You can teleport?"Meanwhile, inside Mr. Luiz’s room, Tracy rubbed her eyes, their continuous clashes tickled her ears. She groped the bedsheet in the dark, she whispered "Louis, what is that
While Louis carried Draven to the newly created ward. Draven asked Vernon "Anyway, so much exp did I gain?" Calculating... Killed 15 Level 3 – 24,000 exp Killed 8 Level 4 – 20,000 exp Killed 2 Level 5 - 10,000exp +54,200 exp [Secret Mission Accomplished]: Stealth Kill Skills gained: Shadow Cloak (Time limit 1 minute/ Cool down 25 minutes) Death strike (Unlimited) – open for more information. [Title: Assassin apprentice] [Do you want to equip?] [Yes/No] Joy cracked his sombre expression “Wow what the heck? Fifty. Four. Thousand O.M.G!” “SHIT! SHIT! I AM RICH BABY! Hahaha” Vernon said “Calm down, watch your surroundings” Draven suppressed his outburst but failed to hold back his joy. He took a glance around and noticed Luiz was gone, he sighed. Recovering his rational, Draven asked what was on his mind "Vernon, what is this?" "You completed a mi
Wearily trudged out of the deep woods, they passed through the first check point, as the red boils throbbed on their skin; begging for an itch. Amira whined, scratching her forearms "Ouch, ahh" Malcom said "Amira don't itch! You are just going to make it worse!" pulling her hands away. "But I can't, it feels so good! Ah" Karisa complained to herself "Man, why didn't I bring a yellowmoss mosquito spray instead of the rock-roaches one?" On the other hand, Draven and Liam ahead of them, were unaffected thanks to their abilities, like an electric zapper, they incinerated every stray mosquito into a crisp. Draven impatiently tapped his feet, asked "What's taking them so long?" Liam said "I don't know... Oh look, there they are!" pointing at them from far, leaning against the concrete boundary. Liam ran towards them "What took you guys so long?" Karisa yelled "Oh. Just shut up!" "Yeah. Leave us alone!" Gary supporting her, vo
In a crummy lane, far in the dilapidated slums, filled with a putrid air; his prestigious nose cringed against the cold asphalt, riddled with scanty pot-holes. His dead hand, of black and blue; throbbed to life. Crowded; the slum-kids groped his body and ransacking the supposed-to be dead man of his belongings. In a hushed voice, they divided it among themselves. One of the older kids, "Rrrgh, it’s not coming off!" "Just cut it off!" "Why didn't I think about it?" the laser knife buzzed, as he cut the shiny accessory off and fled, accompted by their departing cheers. Like finding a treasure trove, a little girl squealed and quickly pocketed a pair of shiny sunglasses into her tattered sling bag. Few more joined them, "Hey, those are my shoe!!!" "No, they are mine!" "Leave them. I touched them first"while two boys tugged his left shoe, the others carefully unrobed the corpse of his jacket. Gravitated by their movem
In the art room, Draven whistled, while leisurely painting on his canvas. Relishing on Osborne's beating, he chuckled. Abby strolled inside the classroom and shot a brief glance at his work; she froze in her steps. Turning around, she said "Draven, what are you painting?" He nonchalantly replied "An antique watch" dipping his brush into his wet palette. "Eh? A watch? Which era?" Abby said, trying to make sense of his painting. Draven nibbed his brush "The 20th century or is it the 21st one!" "Sorry to burst you bubble, honey. But it doesn't even come remotely close to a real watch" she sombrely said, after all his painting was too abstract to even be called abstract. As his canvas was a mess of delicate and broad strokes with mismatched colours. Stupefied, Draven exclaimed "What?" turning to face her. Abby gasped in horror. "Oh my gosh! Honey, what happened to your beautiful face?" she gently traced her hand across his