The carriage suddenly appeared at an unknown location.Arthur glanced around sharply, expecting to confront the little girl and the coachman. However, to his surprise, the carriage was now empty. The girl had vanished.The coachman was also nowhere to be found. It was as if they had vanished into thin air.Turning his attention to Lily, Arthur's heart sank as he realized she was still unconscious."The enchantment that strange girl used seemed to have a hold on Lily," Arthur thought, stroking his chin. "It's keeping her in a deep slumber."Concern etched deep lines on Arthur's face as he pondered. "Just what's the nature of this girl's magic and what's her purpose in all of this?"As he contemplated the mysterious girl, a flood of questions flooded Arthur's mind. "Who was she, and what does she want with Lily and I? Teleportation spell is advanced magic. How does she possessed such powerful teleportation abilities?"Arthur scratched his head in frustration as his brains couldn't pr
Vortrax closed in on Arthur with relentless attacks and speed. His axe came down hard with all his might. Arthur's reflexes made him drew out his sword in time. Each blow from Vortrax's enhanced strength landed with bone-shaking force, causing Arthur to stagger and gasp for breath."How's he so fast?" Arthur asked, staring at his chipped sword. "So this is the power of a Minotaur Lord. If I hadn't drew out my sword in time, he'd have chopped me in twos."It was that axe. The power behind Vortrax's attacks was linked to that axe. Arthur realized that he could not afford to underestimate his foe."We're just getting started," Vortrax roared, his crimson eyes glowing with an ominous light as he unleashed a devastating attack. Arthur stiffened in shock. "Don't tell me. He's got heat visions too?" His insides screamed. Beams of energy shot from Vortrax eyes, hurtling towards Arthur with alarming speed. Reacting swiftly, Arthur conjured his skill, Arcane Shield.A shimmering barrier o
The Devil King's generals were gathered in a dimly lit chamber, seated around a massive round table hewn from black stone.The table was expansive, its diameter reaching nearly fifteen feet, with intricate carvings of demonic symbols etched into its surface. Flickering torches cast eerie shadows across the room. In the center of the table hovered a shimmering orb, displaying a vivid projection of Vortrax the Ruthless defeat. The image showcased Arthur's commanding presence and the Minotaur army bowing before him. The demon lords watched in silence, their eyes locked on the scene unfolding before them.Minutes stretched into an uneasy silence until one of the demon lords, a male with obsidian-black hair, snapped his fingers, causing the floating orb to vanish into thin air. The room grew even quieter, the tension palpable.Suddenly, Lady Marla, a demon female lord with fiery red hair and a flowing black dress slammed her hands on the stone table, rising to her feet. "Hold up! Wha
Arthur watched through the window as the crowd erupted into cheers and applause.Lance had arrived and it was such a spectacle entrance.Lance, clad in shining armour, rode on a majestic white horse, making his way through the streets with grace and confidence. He possessed a well-built physique, honed through years of training and battles fought. He had chiseled jawline, marked with a faint scar that spoke of past encounters with danger. His eyes were a piercing shade of sapphire blue. Cascading waves of chestnut hair framed Lance's face, tousled slightly by the wind as he rode with confidence and grace. In his right hand, Lance wielded a formidable sword. The sword caught Arthur's interest. It was a masterpiece of craftsmanship. Its blade, honed to razor sharpness, gleamed with a polished steel finish. Intricate runes and symbols adorned the hilt giving it a beauty Arthur had never seen before. Lance appeared to be in his early thirties, the prime of his life. He wasn't alo
The bright noon sun hung high in the sky, casting its radiant rays upon the bustling arena below. The atmosphere within the arena was electrifying, shaking with the excited voices of the gathered citizens of Valoria. The air was thick with anticipation, as spectators eagerly waited for the much-anticipated fight between the renowned hero, Lance, and the mysterious challenger, Arthur.The arena itself was an impressive sight to behold. Its circular shape spanned a vast expanse, surrounded by towering stands filled with eager onlookers. The stands seemed to stretch endlessly, accommodating a staggering number of people who had come from far and wide to witness this extraordinary duel.As the crowd milled about, engaging in conversations, snippets of dialogue filled the air:"I heard Lance has never lost a battle in his entire career.""Do you think this Arthur guy stands a chance against him?""I've never seen Lance fight before. I can't wait to witness his legendary skills firsthan
Lance has faced many tough adversaries in his prime and defeated them without breaking a sweat. He was at his peak then. No sane man dares challenge him and any monster that faces him scurries off the moment he draws out his sword. But this man. This is the first man to challenge him and he's proving to become a formidable opponent. Lance hadn't had much excitement in the last six years. This was going to be some fight. His expression hardened, and he swiftly regained his composure. His initial shock turned into determination. He knew he couldn't afford to hold back against Arthur anymore. With a burst of energy, Lance lunged forward, his speed slicing through the air. He unleashed a flurry of lightning-fast strikes, each aimed at exploiting any weakness in Arthur's defenses. The crowd gasped in awe as Lance's sword danced through the air, creating a dazzling spectacle of skill and power.But Arthur was ready for him. He met Lance's attacks head-on, effortlessly parrying and
Lady Lyra stood up abruptly, her eyes wide with shock. The color drained from her face as she witnessed Lance's defeat. "I can't believe it. It's not possible," she whispered, her voice barely audible amidst the clamyor of the crowd. Her hands trembled as she clutched the edge of her seat, struggling to comprehend what she just saw."Is anything wrong?" Lily asked, concern etched on her face as she noticed her distress. Lady Lyra turned slowly towards Lily, Her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and disappointment."Everything is wrong," she hissed, her voice laced with bitterness. Lily drew her head back in shock. She was taken aback by the sudden change in Lady Lyra's demeanor. Without uttering another word, Lady Lyra turned away from Lily and swiftly made her way out of the seating area. Her footsteps echoed in the silence as she walked with a determined pace.Her mind was racing with thoughts of what Lance defeat meant for the world.The defeat of Lance signaled the rise of
In his room at the inn, Arthur shut himself away. He lay on the bed, his gaze fixed at the ceiling, lost in thoughts."What am I doing wrong?" he asked himself aloud, the words hanging heavy in the air. Doubt gnawed at his thoughts. "Did I make a mistake by stripping Lance of his hero title? Now everyone hates me. Don't they want a god? Are they so attached to the ideals of a hero?"These questions echoed in his mind as he sat up, casting his eyes toward the window. The sky stretched out before him. Suddenly, fear gripped his heart. The memories of his past life as a shut-in resurfaced, haunting him like ghostly shadows. In his past life, society had rejected and mistreated him, leaving him scarred and wounded. Bullies at school tormented him, even sending him to the hospital on one occasion.Those experiences had instilled within him a deep-seated fear of the world. This prompted him to retreat into the safety of his own solitude. As he grew older, he found solace in online pur