Malachi uncorked the enhanced elixir, revealing the mesmerizing glow within the crystalline liquid. Seraphina watched the elixir intensely.He raised the vial to his lips, his gloved hand steady. With a determined expression, he downed the elixir in a single gulp. As the elixir entered his system, an immediate surge of dark energy coursed through Malachi's veins. It was as if shadows themselves were awakening within him, swirling and coalescing around his essence. The magical effects began to manifest, both internally and externally. Seraphina’s eyes glittered. ‘The elixir has a very potent dark energy. How is he processing it without destroying his body?’Internally, Malachi felt a profound transformation. The dark energy infused every fiber of his being, intertwining with his own magical prowess. It resonated with his core, amplifying his innate abilities and drawing upon the latent power within him. His senses heightened, and he could perceive the ebb and flow of magic around hi
Varian felt a slight fear, and his hair stood on end for a moment when he saw Malachi's abyssal gaze. He quickly shook the thought away, attributing it to mere illusion or his own overactive imagination. After all, a young boy like him couldn't possibly possess any power that could unsettle a seasoned warrior like Varian. Ignoring the brief unease, Varian turned away and joined the rest of the team. The group gathered in a huddle as Quest Master provided details about the mission. "Miriella and her team decided to infiltrate the church upon hearing rumors about a powerful artifact hidden within," Quest Master revealed. "In her last communication, she mentioned uncovering crucial information but was subsequently ambushed. Our intelligence now suggests that the church in Peiros is a front for this item. Your mission remains to infiltrate the church, rescue Miriella, and retrieve any valuable information she might have obtained." “Using the church as a place to keep an item,” Lysand
Aldric, along with the two other priests, entered the chamber with an air of authority. The trio wore intricate white robes adorned with religious symbols, their expressions shifting from surprise to a subtle acknowledgment of the situation. “Who are you people?”Aldric's eyes locked onto Malachi, and a sly grin spread across his face. "Well, well, if it isn't Malachi. What brings you to our sacred chambers?" His tone dripped with sarcasm. Varian looked at Malachi weirdly, wondering how the priest knew him.Malachi, despite the dire circumstances, maintained his calm demeanor. "Just passing through, Aldric. It seems you've been busy." He gestured towards the fallen church members on the floor. The other two priests exchanged uneasy glances, clearly not expecting outsiders in their secret chamber. They clutched onto their holy symbols, their expressions a mix of suspicion and concern. Miriella, now freed from her chains, stepped forward. "Hehe. I did not expect you keep something l
After completing the mission, Aldred returned to the academy. Seraphina floated next to him and asked some annoying questions as always. “So what are you going to do now?”“Do you have any other questions than that?”“I need to know what you plan to do in order to help you.”“You ask that numerous times and you did nothing to help.” Malachi continued. “You know what’s going to help? Keep your mouth shut.”Seraphina’s expression turned sour before she glanced at Colborn who simply shrugged at her.Malachi entered the Mission Hall. There, the Quest Master greeted him.“Malachi! Congratulations! You survived!”“Why do you act so surprised?”Quest Master laughed heartily. “Well, 90% people would have died when they try a mission with your level of risk.”“And yet you tell me to do it?”“Hahaha! Don’t look at me like that. I know you have the capabilities to finish this mission. And mind you, I told four high-level Syndicate members to accompany you.”Malachi grunted. “Enough. I did the
Malachi, unfazed by the Ancient Sentry's surprise, continued his relentless assault. The wraith's tendrils of darkness became more erratic, and its movements less coordinated as Malachi exploited its newfound vulnerability. The tomb's ancient chamber echoed with the clash of blades and the otherworldly wails of the sentry. Malachi's Stygian Daggers, infused with the essence of death, cut through the shadows with an eerie precision. The Ancient Sentry, struggling to comprehend the nature of Malachi's power, spoke with a mix of fear and curiosity. "You wield a power beyond the mortal realm. The stench of death that surrounds you—it is not something I have encountered in the eons I've guarded this tomb." Malachi, his hood concealing his face, spoke with a hint of amusement. "I am Malachi, seeker of dark knowledge and wielder of the shadows. I have transcended the limitations of mere mortals." The words cringed him a bit, but he had to be dramatic as per the instruction told him.The
Malachi emerged from the ancient tomb, the ethereal aura of death still lingering around him. The Stygian Daggers, now sheathed, reflected the dim light of the tomb's entrance as he carefully carried the wrapped remains of King Elandrin and the hidden scrolls and artifacts. The shadows seemed to cling to him, as if reluctant to let go of the master who had conquered them.As he stepped into the open air, the moon cast an eerie glow over the desolate landscape surrounding the tomb. Malachi scanned the horizon, ensuring that no prying eyes witnessed his exit. Satisfied that he was alone, he began the process of concealing the truth about his macabre discovery.With a deft hand, Malachi wrapped the mortal remains of King Elandrin in bandages, creating the illusion of a mundane cargo. He then gathered random objects from the tomb and wrapped them alongside the corpse, further obscuring the true nature of his haul. The scrolls and artifacts, carefully tucked away, were shielded from casual
The moon hung low in the night sky as Malachi left the dimly lit tavern, his hood pulled low over his eyes. The hushed conversations about the town's affliction lingered in the air like a haunting melody. He navigated the narrow cobblestone streets with the ease of a shadow, his steps purposeful as he made his way back to the modest inn.Upon entering the inn, Malachi exchanged a brief nod with the innkeeper, a portly man with a receding hairline. The common room was mostly empty, with a few patrons nursing their drinks in somber silence. Satisfied that no one paid him undue attention, Malachi ascended the creaking stairs to his rented room.Inside the chamber, he moved with practiced stealth. He closed the door, secured the locks, and approached the unassuming wardrobe in the corner. With a subtle touch, he activated a concealed mechanism, causing the wardrobe to shift, revealing a hidden entrance to an underground chamber. Descending a narrow staircase, Malachi entered a secret cha
The once-tranquil town of Eldravale lay shrouded in the aftermath of Malachi's dark ritual. The streets were eerily silent, illuminated only by the cold light of the moon. A grotesque scene unfolded as hideous corpses littered the cobblestone paths, remnants of the townspeople drained of life and left as lifeless husks.Word of the town's affliction had not reached the ears of the traveling soldier, a seasoned warrior named Captain Jaren Greythorn. His duty was to visit various towns, ensuring they paid their taxes and remained in order. As he approached Eldravale, the ominous atmosphere sent shivers down his spine, a foreboding sensation that gnawed at the edge of his consciousness.“What is this feeling?”Captain Greythorn's steed hesitated at the town's entrance, as if sensing the malevolence that clung to the air. The soldier dismounted, his hand instinctively gripping the hilt of his sword. He approached with caution, his sharp eyes scanning the lifeless streets, unaware of the h