Gregg and Risa shared a glance, before complying with Aiden’s command, retreating to the sidelines. Their eyes remained fixated on the spectacle about to unfold. Aiden squared his shoulders, turned back to Davis, and smirked at the enraged expression on his face. The smirk was one of defiance, one that screamed that Aiden was not afraid of the man standing before him."You're really itching for a fight, aren't you, Davis?" Aiden said, his gaze locked onto Davis. "But let me make something clear to you. If you want to sever the bond I have with Draed, you'll have to kill me. And trust me, that is not happening."Davis' eyes narrowed, and his hand moved to his side, drawing forth a massive sword, glistening ominously in the dim light. It was unlike any sword they had seen before, its entire construction reminiscent of icy shards, a clear sign of Davis' freezing abilities. "What if I am willing to do more than just kill you? What if I'm also willing to take your precious lover from you?
Mr. Smith's eyelids fluttered open, the harsh bite of cold against his flesh breaking his mind free from the numbing abyss of unconsciousness. His body protested as he attempted to move, his muscles felt weak and drained, the skin marred with cuts and bruises from the unforgiving stone floor beneath him. A strange cold weight on his ankle momentarily distracted him from the throbbing ache that was beginning to build in his skull. He tried to sit up, fighting through the waves of dizziness, his vision blurry, his surroundings eerily dim. Panic gripped his heart as he felt the coarse cold iron chain attached to his ankle. There was a faint glow around the chain, the mark of a magic-dampening spell. Each attempt to access his mana was met with an intense pain coursing through him, the spell was draining his mana. It was a chilling realization - he was not only captured but weakened significantly.In frustration and rage, he pulled at the chain, and a defiant roar ripped from his throa
"Do you think he's going to wake up?"Aiden's attention was drawn to the whisper of Gregg, a few feet away from where he sat cross-legged on the floor meditating while Risa watched him worriedly. "The only thing this shithead has done is to eat our food," Gregg said softly before turning his gaze back at Aiden who still has his eyes tightly closed in meditation pose. "I can hear you two, you know." He opened one eye slowly while keeping the other shut tight until both of them turned their heads toward him. "Closing my eyes doesn't mean I'm deaf or blind...or stupid for that matter!" His voice rose slightly on the last part but not enough to make anyone flinch away from him like he expected it would have been if someone else had spoken those words in an intimidating tone instead.Aiden's lips twitched into a smile as Risa let go of the breath she was holding in and Gregg looked at Aiden with an expression somewhere between shock, disbelief, and amusement all rolled up together. "Aid
The stone faces contorted in grotesque expressions of torment, seemingly a warning to all who dared to trespass. The fortress' main gates were vast and foreboding, a dark void in the wall of black stone. Despite its massive scale, there were no sentries or guards. No sound or movement within its depths.Sinister grins seemingly mocking the trio as they approached the fortress. Their eyes were made of luminous crystals that glowed an eerie orange, just like the eyes of the Shadow King, creating an uncanny, surreal spectacle in the darkness."Seems a bit... over the top, doesn't it?" Gregg murmured, an undercurrent of nervousness lacing his voice. He was unable to take his eyes off the fortress, the intimidating structure making him feel inexplicably small.Aiden and Risa shared a quick glance before returning their gaze to the fortress, their minds teeming with caution and curiosity. They had made it this far, they couldn't back out now.'We'll rescue you, sir! Please be alive.' Aiden
"Wait!" She hissed, her eyes wide. "I just remembered something. Back when I was working for the Shadow King... I learned of his powers. His strength lies in the shadows.""What are you saying?" Aiden asked warily. He knew she wasn't one to make up stories but this seemed too real; there had been enough strange things happening lately without adding more into the mix. The only thing he could think about now was how much trouble they would be in if it turned out that what she said was true."Shadows are not just physical darkness. They are a parallel plane, a dimension of sorts. The Shadow King can manipulate, move within, and even control anything within this shadow plane. He is not just stronger in the shadows, he is practically invincible." Risa explained, her voice dropping to a whisper as her gaze fixated on the ominously looming door.Aiden and Gregg exchanged a worried look. If Risa's theory was correct, opening the door could lead them into a realm of darkness, putting them at
The Shadow King lifted his hand, shadows seeping from his fingertips and spreading across the room, swirling and pulsating like living entities. A shadowy figure rose in front of him, taking on a humanoid form, its glowing eyes locked onto his."Messenger," he commanded, his voice resounding through the darkness. "Find the young ones. Tell them Mr. Smith awaits them."Without a word, the figure nodded, then melted back into the shadows, disappearing without a trace. The Shadow King's gaze returned to the map, his eyes focusing on the trio's location. A twisted smile graced his face as he folded his hands behind his back, sinking further into the darkness."This will be a game to remember," he murmured, his eyes glinting ominously.–––––––––––Meanwhile, the trio had reached an impasse. They stood silently, each lost in their thoughts, their eyes trained on the imposing door. Gregg broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper."We can't stay here. We need a plan.""I agree," Aid
Four long, heart-wrenching months had passed since Aiden was swallowed by the darkness, four months since the last the Lyridian Resistance Force saw of their comrade. The Guild was restored, and Mr. Smith returned as the Guild Master, but there was a profound emptiness. The memory of Aiden's sacrifice echoed in every hall, every heart. Four months of fruitless searching. Each passing day brought more despair, more questions, and more emptiness as Risa, Gregg, and Mr. Smith had been relentlessly searching for their friend, scanning every inch. But all their efforts had so far been in vain, leaving them in a state of despair and uncertainty.The months after Aiden's disappearance passed like a painful blur for Risa. Each day she woke up in the hopeful anticipation of his return, but each night she went to bed crushed by the reality of his absence. She tried to keep herself busy, to distract her mind from the painful emptiness that was gnawing at her heart. But every moment of silence, e
They turned to him, their attention instantly caught by the urgency in his tone. Mr. Smith pulled out a piece of parchment, laying it out on the table for them to see. It was a map, with a specific location marked on it."I have news," Mr. Smith said, his voice wavering a bit, betraying his nervousness."What is it?" Risa asked, her heart pounding with a strange mix of hope and fear.Mr. Smith turned to them, his eyes intense. "A sign... A sign of Aiden," he said, the gravity of his words hanging in the air.Risa and Gregg turned towards him, their faces mirroring their surprise. The air in the room shifted, the heaviness replaced by a flicker of hope. Could it be? Was Aiden still alive? As Mr. Smith began to unravel the parchment, the room fell into an anxious silence. Each word that left his lips was a thread of hope, a beacon in the bleak abyss. They hung onto his every word, their hearts pounding in anticipation.And then, he paused, his gaze meeting theirs. There was something i