Kyle’s eyes widened. He turned to look at Irena again and saw it. The otherworldly red glow in her eyes, the same colour as her flames. Almost as if she was in a daze, she cast her spells almost randomly, not even bothering to try and aim at the Ash Demon anymore.
“Yeah no,” Kyle muttered, annoyed. “This has gone on for long enough.” He turned at Vector. “Shards of Light.” He said, pointing at the man’s chest. The spear wielding warrior’s eyes widened again as he dashed away, but the crystalline shards of light followed him. Kyle heard a grunt, followed by a pained moan after the shards exploded. The second health bar at the bottom finally depleted with that final attack.
“About damn time.” Kyle muttered as he stomped towards Irena, annoyed. “Oi, Irena!” He shouted again as he approached her. “Snap out of it!”
The priestess didn’t seem to hear him. Her gaze was focused on the cackling demon, as she shot fireballs and the like to the air. Kyle t
Aoris arrived shortly after Kyle gathered whatever remotely valuable or useful thing he could find in the outpost. As soon as she saw him, she hopped off the horse she was riding, and apologised profusely for being late. Her reason was not one to be scoffed at though. An earthquake had happened not far from the plateau, causing a landslide on the path leading up to it, as well as some structural damage to the cathedral. Aoris had been busy trying to sort things out, as Cacophus had apparently shut himself in his newly made study. Irena asked to be excused after hearing all that and vanished through one of those flaming rifts of hers. Kyle couldn’t help but wonder what would happen to the imp. Perhaps killing it would have been a lot more… merciful. But then again, whether the imp deserved any mercy was arguable. Aoris and Kyle hurried back to the plateau. Being on horseback, the journey back was a lot faster than the first time he and Irena passed through her
Kyle held onto the magically reinforced wall as the ground shook violently. This was the third such earthquake in the last hour alone. He wasn’t sure if the cathedral could survive any more tremors like this. The tremors stopped after nearly an entire minute, and Kyle finally released the breath he had been holding. His relief was not long lasting though, as thunder echoed across the plateau. Looking out the nearby windows, he could see the pouring rain out there. The sky, covered with dark, ominous clouds, was only being lit up occasionally with lightning. Kyle let out a shaky breath. Just yesterday was peaceful and normal. He had spent time with Cacophus and relaxed in the hot springs. Today was the stark opposite of that; stormy weather, constant earthquakes, and who knows what else. He continued walking towards the Lich’s study, not straying far from the walls in case of yet another earthquake. A few dwarves ran past him, hurrying towards the grand hall o
The Grand Hall was busy, almost crowded. And magic was everywhere. A group of elves were sitting on the ground near the windows. Their eyes were closed, and beautiful green lines of magic connected them together. It was a prayer of their people, to mother nature. A magical ritual that they performed to wish for better weather, and peaceful lives. Unfortunately, Kyle didn’t think the ritual was going to be very helpful just about now. There were also several dozen dwarves. They had gathered around one of the rather large tables, and they were going over the schematics of the cathedral. “Oi, hurry up!” one of them shouted to a group leaving the grand hall. “That column ain’t going to fix itself!” Kyle turned his gaze away from that group as well and focused on the lone dwarf by the door on the far side of the grand hall. He knew that guy – it was the dwarf who had first mentioned the dwarven artifact to him. Kyle walked past the small gr
He didn’t really want to look at the stone slabs he had fallen on. His heart raced. Were they really breaking apart? Was he going to fall into something horrible within the next few seconds? He bit his lips and drew a sharp breath as he looked down. Dark veins were spreading through the stone slabs, like the web of a spider, or the veins at the back of his hand. As they spread, they eroded the stone, but aside from replacing the eroded parts, they didn’t seem to be harming the slab anymore. Kyle started on his feet as his mind blanked for a split second. “What…?” He muttered. Could the sub cores added to the Evertree effect things aside from the tree itself? He clenched his fists and dashed to the elevator as the tremors continued without pause. His heart raced, both with fear and worry as the elevator moved up. Every second that passed felt like several minutes. At any moment, the magical crystals forming the magic circle that allowed the elevator to
“KYLE! WAKE UP. I FOUND SOMETHING, YOU MUST WAKE UP!” The loud, magical voice of the Lich abruptly woke Kyle up from his surprisingly restful slumber. Unable to immediately comprehend what was happening, the young man started on his feet and looked around the room in a panic, his gaze searching for threats. Only a moment later, when he noticed the Lich floating by the door did he realise it was his voice that woke him up. “What?” He asked, sitting right back down on his bed, and rubbing his eyes as he tried to gather his thoughts. A distant thunder sounded, and the ground shook violently again. “I TOLD YOU ABOUT THE MAGİC RESIDUE.” The Lich tried to explain. “Yeah,” Kyle yawned. “You said you couldn’t find any, and that whoever was causing these tremors was very powerful.” The Lich nodded. The green lights glowing in his eye sockets grew brighter. “YES, BUT I DID FIND SOMETHING.” Kyle could hear the excitement in the Lich’s voice alrea
The room where the fallen angel slept was guarded by a pair of elven warriors. They bowed their heads and greeted Kyle as he and Irena approached. “Have you sensed any movement inside?” Kyle asked after exchanging pleasantries. “Any signs of spells being cast?” Both of the elven warriors shook their heads. “He is still fast asleep, Summoner.” One of them replied. “He hasn’t moved a single muscle, and his breathing is very shallow. His survival alone is a miracle, he couldn’t cast any spells at his current state.” “Miracles are kind of his job.” Kyle muttered. “Right, we’re step inside.” Once of the warriors opened the door for him and Irena, and they stepped through. This room was identical to Kyle’s room. The floor was covered with a thick, fluffy, dark coloured carpet. There were to windows in the room, both looking towards the courtyard where the evertree pierced the ground. A magical barrier covered those windows. “The barrier still stands
Rhealis paused. She blinked a few times, then scowled. “Excuse me?” She asked, clearly confused. “There is someone who we can’t wake up.” Kyle explained, assuming her confusion stemmed from the absurdity of that idea. “I believe he is the key to these tremors and the storms.” The elf’s expression darkened. “You want my help to stop the tremors?” She asked, then suddenly laughed. “You are an interesting human, Summoner.” Kyle shot her an odd look. “…Right.” He muttered, unsure of what exactly she found funny about all of this. “Can you help me?” Rhealis nodded. “I can try,” She gestured him to lead the way. “Dream walking is dangerous, however. I cannot guarantee any results. Especially for the dreams of a human.” Kyle’s lips curled up with a faint smile. “It’s not a human who is asleep still.” He said as they arrived before the fallen angel’s room. He pushed the doors open, revealing the sleeping angel on the bed. “It’s an angel.” Rhea
“No.” Kyle shook his head. “No, there is no other solution. We’ve already tried.” He took a deep breath. “Guide me to his dreams.” Rhealis paused for a moment. Her lips formed a bitter smile. “Very well.” She said with a gentle voice. “Come then.” She approached the couch leaning against the wall on the far side of the room. “Lay down.” Kyle took off his cloak and shoes, then laid down on the couch. “There are three things you must never forget.” Rhealis said as she crouched next to him. “One; everything you see is real. Two; do not trust your instincts. Three; remember your name.” She looked him in the eye. “Never, ever forget your name. Do you understand?” Kyle nodded. “Good. Now, I can guide you to the Celestial Plane, but only so far. Once you are there, you must hurry. Find the angel. Only one who resides in the Celestial Plane can let you out of there.” Kyle gulped. “Understood. How do I find the angel?” Rhealis u