The serene white light changed as soon as they stepped into the garden. It grew brighter, lighting up even the darkest corners of the garden. âFinally.â Azazel whispered. He calmly stepped towards the bright white light. âItâs been so long.â He and the rest of the group arrived before the tree. The Fallen Angel reached for the tree, only for his fingers to touch a barrier surrounding it. The yellow-brown barrier rippled as soon as the Fallen Angelâs fingertips touched it. Azazel flinched, and pulled his hand back as a look of disgust appeared on his face. With furrowed brows and blazing eyes, he turned around, and shouted at the top of his lungs. âShow yourself, Demon!â Droigheann flinched. âHeâs here?!â The Demon of the Nightbloom asked wide eyed as he unsheathed his blade, and put his helmet on without hesitation. Luke stepped forward, making sure to stand in front of Caille and Kyle. Igna tightened her grip on the hilt of her blade, while Cacophusâs bony fingers rummaged through
The fully armoured knight dropped his sword and tried to grab the slimy goo with both of his hands. The goo only latched onto his helmet further as he struggled. The man started to stumble a few moments later.Kyle couldnât help but laugh a little, though his near brush against death kept him from enjoying Jeffreyâs suffering. The knight soon managed to grab onto the goo properly, and threw it away, only to be met with Kyleâs light magic.âBolt of Light!â The young man shouted, then as the Knight raised his hand to cover his eyes from the bright golden light, he dashed towards him, blade in hand. He hadnât used a sword properly in ages, not since heâd gotten his Summoner class, and started summoning powerful people such as Aoris, or Irena. But Aoris and Irena were busy protecting the cathedral, and Droigheann had his hands full with the remaining group of enemies.And he had a particular hatred against Jeffrey and his constant stupidity. He grabbed the hilt of his blade with both his
âOh for fuckâs sake.â Kyle rolled his eyes as the enemy charged at him and his allies. Jeffreyâs ridiculous accusations and ignorant behaviour was the last thing he needed at the moment.Droigheann unsheathed his blade and struck the ground with it. Black veins spread across the grey marble plaza, originating from his blade. They leapt off the ground, reaching for Jeffrey and his allies.âFire storm!â A voice boomed. Kyle flinched as a whirling storm of flames burnt away the roots and veins. Droigheann gritted his teeth and removed his swords from the ground. âDamn mages,â The Demon grunted as he stepped forward. His helmet materialised in his hand, and he promptly put it on.âSHALL I DISPATCH OF THEM, KYLE?â Cacophusâ sudden question surprised him. âYeah, please help Droigheann.â Kyle hissed as he pointed at the group. âWe shouldnât waste much time on them.âAs he spoke, several shards of crystallised light formed at his fingertips. He fired them at the man leading the charge.âAS YO
Kyle took the first step down the grey marble staircase. As his feet touched the ancient slabs, he involuntarily flinched.Azazel and Droigheann followed just a step behind, along with Cacophus, who chose to float next to them.âAMAZING, IT HAS BEEN PRESERVED PERFECTLY!â The Lich exclaimed, pausing just a few steps in, and carefully inspecting the waist high walls preventing them from falling off the side. âLOOK AT THIS CRAFTMANSHIP!âKyle shot a glance at the waist hight wall. It was covered in intricate carvings from top to bottom. Just a few meters of this wall must have taken weeks to create, if not more. âYeah, itâs amazing.ââJust like the legends.â Droigheann carefully ran his finger along the carvings. âA city of ancient wonders, housing powers beyond imagination, made from the most beautiful materials by the best craftsmen ever to grace the face of this world.ââSeems about right.â Azazel pointed at the buildings. âAny one of these would have taken months to perfect, if not y
The Necronomiconâs pages turned on their own. Kyle waited patiently for the book to settle on a page. Once it did, he read through the spell. It was a modified dispel spell.âStand back, just in case.â He said to the others. Everyone took a few steps back, even Cacophus who had just arrived. The Lich didnât speak, but the green glows in his eye sockets glimmered and lit up brightly with excitement.Kyleâs lips curled up with a faint smile for a moment before he turned his gaze back to the Necronomicon. âOpen thine gates, lift thine veil.â He recited the spellâs words clearly. âAllow me passage to what is rightfully mine, as I hold the Book of Ancient Secrets!âA moment passed before the spell fully took effect. The barrier around the Ancient City of Necron began to lower as Kyle felt his vitality drain with alarming speed. He looked down at the back of his hand with a panic as the few locks of dark hair dangling before his eyes slowly began to turn white.The mark of the Evertree glow
The elderly woman took the two pieces of the hourglass in her hand. A faint, almost mellow smile appeared on her lips as she closed her fingers around the pieces of the hourglass. âI am in your debt, Azazel, young man.â She whispered as she clenched her fingers further. The muffled sound of something cracking sounded. Then, a fine dust flowed from between her fingers. The cool breeze caught the dust, carrying it away from the patio. The elderly woman smiled. âNo, come back.â Her voice was calm, almost as if she was speaking to an old friend. âIâm right here.â The wind whirled, suddenly changed its direction, and blew the dust right back at her. She closed her eyes and smiled. Kyle braced himself for⌠something. âItâs alright now.â Her motherly voice reached his ears. âIt feels good to be whole again.â She turned her gaze towards the sky. âIt is a beautiful day, isnât it?â Kyle disagreed. Dark clouds covered the sky. âIt is good to have you back, Record Keeper.â Azazel bowed his
It was a misty morning and getting out of bed felt like a huge chore. He still dragged himself out of bed, albeit slowly, and staggered towards the hot spring. He paused in front of the mirror for a second. The bite marks on his neck were awfully visible. Vis had definitely taken some of her frustrations out of him last night.He let out a sigh and went to take a bath. She was rightfully upset, and he didnât care about how he looked too much. He bathed, then got dressed and opened the door of his room, only to see Droigheann standing there, leaning against the wall.âI didnât realise youâd come out.â Kyle said as he fixed his cloak and hair before the mirror.âYou were asleep.â Droigheann explained with a faint smile. âYou found the second half of the hourglass.â He stated with a hint of curiosity in his voice. Kyle nodded. âWe did. We almost died for it too.â He shuddered. âIâm never going back to the Celestial Plane.âDroigheann laughed out loud. âThat is indeed a good idea.â The De
His eyes shot wide open, and he stared at the grey ceiling above him. A couple of moths were walking in rough circles. One of them tried to fly, only to continuously hit the ceiling afterwards.He blinked a few times as he tried to figure out where he was.âYouâre awake!â A panicked voice reached his ears. âRhealis, theyâre back!â It took him a moment to recognise Visâ voice. A cold hand pressed against his forehead as he slowly began to notice the numbness around his right arm. There was a mild pain too.Footsteps approached as Kyle tilted his head to look at Vis. âDid something happen while we were gone?â He asked with a crusty voice. He licked his dry lips. He could use some water right now.âYour arm got charred!â Vis hissed wide eyed. Was she angry? âAnd the Fallen Angelâs wings started bleeding!ââIndeed,â Rhealis approached them with a glass of water in her hand. She helped Kyle sit upright, then gave him the glass. He drank it without hesitation. The water passing through his
Azazel led him through the distorted landscape in a hurry. “They can’t see as well here.” The Fallen Angel explained as soon as they walked through a cathedral door and fell upwards. Kyle hit the ceiling with a muffled thud. A thick, soft carpet had broken his fall.He moaned with pain still. Constantly falling somewhere was slowly taking its toll on him. His back couldn’t take many more falls. “Why?” He asked as he sat upright and rubbed his sides.Azazel flew up and closed the cathedral’s door. “Because of the distortions. They don’t see things as you do. They see what something is, can be, and was.” The Fallen Angel hesitated upon seeing Kyle’s confused expression. “You don’t understand, do you?”Kyle shook his head. “Nope.”Azazel’s shoulders dropped with disappointment. “When you see something,” The Angel said, speaking slower th
spencer.boudrey
That ending I hate to say ruined the whole book for me. I thought it was great until you just ended it so abruptly.
Johnathon
A must read
Unfortunate Fool
this story is really good
Johnathon
Amazing book I love how it keeps you hooked and wanting more sad to see it end though
Maria Megalogeni
Love it!!!!
Greek Wailea
Not bad it's quite interesting to see how a once living human live his life in another world.