As Chris gazed upon the entrance to the mysterious place they were about to venture into, his countenance shifted from one of casual curiosity to one of deep seriousness. An eerie sensation began to envelop him, an unsettling aura that seemed to emanate from the very core of the relic they were approaching.Turning to his companion Diana, Chris inquired with a tinge of concern, "Are you prepared for what lies ahead?"In response, Diana nodded resolutely and beckoned Chris to take the lead.Just as Chris was about to step forward, an abrupt hesitation gripped him, causing him to halt abruptly and pivot, as though an invisible force had tugged at his instincts. It was a peculiar sensation, an intangible inkling that someone or something was observing them, lurking in the shadows."Who's there?" Chris called out into the void, his voice echoing through the ominous silence, yet there was no reply, only the eerie stillness of their surroundings.He called out once more, his voice carrying
Equipped solely with the frozen blade, a name given to the weapon by Chris himself, he harnessed an ample wellspring of spiritual energy, infusing it into the blade as he launched a determined strike toward the cunning fox. The amalgamation of the frigid, icy composition of the blade and the pulsating spiritual energy created a menacing force that could freeze an entire being, leaving it motionless and potentially lifeless.In a swift twist of fate, Gavin materialized before Chris, wielding a sturdy staff that became his shield against the impending frosty assault.As the frozen blade clashed with Gavin's resolute staff, an eruption of frigid and obsidian-hued sparks ensued, forcing both combatants to involuntarily step back by a couple of paces each.Gavin couldn't resist a taunt, sneering, "I had expected greater prowess from you, even with this newfound strength. It appears my estimation was overly generous."Chris, undistracted by Gavin's mockery, was preoccupied with a disconcert
Chris turned to Diana, and she instinctively took a step back, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and caution upon meeting his gaze.With a heavy sigh, Chris broke the uneasy silence, addressing Diana, "Diana, I wish I could fully explain what's going on, but there are two compelling reasons why I can't. Firstly, some of the secrets I'm holding onto could potentially put you in grave danger. And secondly, I have this nagging feeling that time is not on our side."Diana pondered his words for a moment, her uncertainty evident. She finally spoke, her voice tinged with concern, "You seem so different, Chris, not like the person I once knew."Noticing Chris's hesitation, she pressed on with a thoughtful question, "Have you ever considered the consequences of you killing Garvin? You know, secrets have a way of slipping out, and dealing with someone like him might lead to unintended leaks."Chris reassured her with a determined tone, "Don't worry, Diana. I've got this under control. Let
"Who are you? Where am I?" The man before him, Arthur, inquired, uncertainty etched across his face.Of course, the Arthur was Alexander's personal assistant, Arthur White."Sit with me." The old man said.With a nod, he complied as the old man gestured for him to sit beside him.The old man slowly opened his eyes, retrieving a bottle of alcohol from his side. He unsealed it and took several deep swigs before extending it towards Arthur, offering him a share of the potent liquid.Without a word, Arthur accepted the bottle, indulging in a small sip before returning it to the old man."You've faithfully fulfilled your duties all these years, but loyalty has brought you suffering. Do you not see it as a sign to reconsider your allegiance?" the old man posed a curious question.Arthur arched an eyebrow, intrigued by the enigmatic proposition. "Your words suggest two possibilities: either you wish to recruit me or you seek to turn me against my master. Truth be told, my skills lie in busin
Chris and Diana, weary and bloodied from their relentless battles, pressed on through the perilous terrain of the eternal realm. It seemed as though every monstrous entity in existence was in relentless pursuit of Chris alone.After what felt like an eternity, they halted abruptly, their eyes locking onto an astonishing sight. Before them lay a serene village, its inhabitants radiating an inexplicable joy despite the turmoil that raged just beyond its borders.The villagers eagerly beckoned them to join their midst. Diana, moved by the inviting gesture, urged Chris, "Let's go, they're inviting us in."However, Chris hesitated, a shadow of concern clouding his features. "Look at how content these people are. It's painfully evident that wherever I tread, danger follows. I couldn't bear to see their tranquil lives disrupted because of my cursed presence."Diana, who had been ready to pull him along, paused, and her sharp perception confirmed Chris's words. They had encountered other stud
While Alexander diligently honed his blade, seeking to harmonize it with his very being, the outskirts of the village teemed with an overwhelming multitude of monsters. These creatures ranged from the warrior realm to the high level of the guardian realm. Their presence coalesced into an imposing, seemingly organized force, resembling an army standing at the village's border. Yet, strangely, not a single one dared to cross the threshold.To the villagers, the wall of monstrous adversaries looming just beyond their home appeared insurmountable, and yet, an unexpected sense of jubilation enveloped the entire village. Their spirits soared higher than ever before, as if they were celebrating a joyous occasion.Meanwhile, some of the students hailing from the prestigious Star Academy, who were at the guardian realm, positioned themselves at a considerable distance from the village and the tumultuous sea of monsters. Although they maintained a safe distance, their keen eyes bore witness t
As Chris valiantly battled against the relentless onslaught, Diana, with unwavering determination, focused her efforts on unlocking the legacy of the Way Village. The air was thick with tension as the village's inhabitants slowly began to vanish, their faces adorned with expressions of unbridled joy, a testament to Diana's success in her endeavor. Chris, amidst the chaos, knew that he had to prevail.Finally, after an arduous struggle, Chris managed to defeat the seemingly endless waves of monstrous foes. Yet, he was well aware that there might be a second wave looming on the horizon. He held onto the hope that, by the time this second onslaught arrived, their time within the mystical relic known as the Eternal would have expired, sparing them further tribulations.As the villagers faded away one by one, Chris approached Diana, accompanied by Heroku, the village's chief, who had just emerged from his private chambers. With deep reverence, he bowed and expressed his gratitude, saying,
In the Star Academy, meticulous records were maintained, ensuring that the fates of its students were known to all. Each entrance into the eternal realm was meticulously documented, a practice that proved invaluable in distinguishing those who had returned from those who hadn't.Among the academy's denizens, one figure bore the weight of sorrow on her countenance - Diana. She recounted a grim tale to one of the instructors, unaware that the very moment she emerged from the eternal realm, her dear friend Chris faced a dire peril.The instructor responded somberly, "Even if we harbor a desire to mount a rescue, we must exercise patience, for three long days must pass before the eternal realm can again admit anyone."A mere three hours later, a palpable tremor coursed through the academy, its epicenter pulsating with intensity at the entrance to the eternal realm. Instructors rushed to the scene, including the esteemed Dean, Master Andrew. It was a notable departure from his previous be