As John and Robert turned to leave, they were surprised by the sudden appearance of a new nun in black robes. Her voice was as enchanting as the siren's song, and anyone who heard it was compelled to follow her instructions. John and Robert felt the pull to do what she said, but they knew better than to let his guard down. Robert channeled his power to his hand and revolver, ready to defend himself if needed. Without warning, John turned and shot towards the nun. One of the other nuns, quick as lightning, jumped in front of the black dressed nun, taking the bullet instead, it left the nun incapicated but not dead. The atmosphere changed completely as all the nuns took combat positions, ready to defend themselves and their fellow sister. Robert took his revolver out as well, not willing to take any chances. The nun in the black robes stepped forward, her voice calm and commanding, "Gentlemen, please drop your weapons. We
John and Robert raced through the darkened streets, their breath coming in ragged gasps as they ran for their lives.Their hearts pounded in their chests, and their eyes darted nervously around every corner, searching for any sign of pursuit.Finally, John reached into his jacket and pulled out his radio. He keyed the mic and spoke in a hushed voice,"Anyone in? We are dealing with a high tier ascendant, and not a regular one. She's a chosen of a god, over."After a moment of static, Eugene's voice crackled through the speaker."Got it. You did good! Retreat to HQ. It's time to bring out the big guns. We need to remind the heretics what they can and what they can't do... and keep them out of the city, over and out."John's heart leapt with relief at the sound of Eugene's voice.He replied quickly,"Roger that. Over and out."With that, he and Robert sprinted towards headquarters, their legs pumping furiously as they ran.As they ran, John couldn't help but think about the terrifying p
As the doctor entered the room, her presence commanded attention from everyone gathered there.She greeted them with a warm smile and wasted no time in getting straight to business."Hello to you all," she began,"Time is of the essence. I will explain the paths you have to choose and the risks involved."The room grew silent as the doctor continued to speak. She presented three options: hunter, artificer, and apothecary."The most safe ones, are hunter, artificer, and apothecary. We have the formula of the concoction for those three." she said.The doctor went on to explain the benefits of each path."Hunter enhances your vision, agility, and dexterity, making it great for focusing on combat and range weapon proficiency,""Artificer enhances your intelligence and your ability to analyze materials, making it easier for you to master the profession of artificer. It's great for those who wish to pursue crafting."The doctor then turned her attention to the third path, the one she chose
The doctor stood before the group of ascendant candidates, a grave expression etched upon her face. "The time has come," she began, hervoice low and solemn. "Those of you who have chosen the safer paths have been given the concoctions, drink them which will help you to better attune your mortal bodies to your chosen path. You will soon begin your trial." She turned to the other group, those who had chosen the more dangerous paths and had been given artifacts instead. "As for you," she said, her eyes scanning the faces of the candidates, "You have been given artifacts that will trigger the transition and initiate the trial. They were crafted from the remnants of ascendants who failed to complete the transition and perished in the process. Their sacrifice has allowed you the chance to become one of the chosen few." Robert felt the weight of the golden medallion in his hand, its smooth surface cool to the touch. He knew what was expected of him. He lifted the medallion to his lips a
As Robert opened his eyes, he felt disoriented and confused. He found himself back in the room where he first started his trial, surrounded by his comrades.His head throbbed with pain, and he reached up to touch his nose, which was bleeding profusely.Slowly, his memory started to return, and he realized that the world he had just experienced was nothing but an illusion.The damage he had suffered there had somehow manifested in his physical body in the real world.Looking around the room, Robert saw that some of his comrades had not been so lucky.Some of them were lying on the ground, lifeless and without human form. They had been transformed into grotesque, creature-like beings.Robert felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized the magnitude of the trial. He knew that if he hadn't persevered and succeeded, he too would have been transformed into one of those creatures.He felt a new sense of respect and appreciation for the powers that he had gained through his success in the
The air was tense with anticipation as soldiers from The Order and Black Hand stood in formation, their eyes fixed on the surrounding areas.They were ready to engage in battle, with their weapons at the ready and their determination set in stone.The heretics had been causing chaos in the city for far too long, and it was time to put an end to their reign of terror once and for all.The Order soldiers, their revolvers shining in the sunlight, stood at the forefront, their daggers glinting menacingly in their belts.The Blackhand soldiers, clad in some black armor, stood just behind them, their weapons at the ready.Their mission was clear: to protect the innocent civilians from harm, while The Order purged the heretics from the city.As they waited for the battle to begin, the leaders of each division received a message that sent chills down their spine."It's time to erase the heretics from our city."Those simple words carried with them a weight of responsibility and duty that coul
As the battle raged on, the once-beautiful city of Nodnol was now unrecognizable.The smell of smoke and death filled the air, and the once-bustling streets were now eerily quiet, except for the sounds of battle in the distance.The Blackhand soldiers were doing their utmost to protect the innocent civilians and prevent the destruction from spreading to other areas of the city.In one district, the fighting was particularly intense, with explosions and gunfire shaking the ground. Buildings were reduced to rubble, and corpses littered the streets.The cries of the wounded and dying echoed throughout the district, a haunting melody of pain and suffering.But in another district, the scene was completely different. Children played in the streets, laughing and chasing each other.The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the only sounds were the chirping of birds and the gentle breeze rustling the leaves of the trees. It was as if this part of the city was untouched
As Mary stood in the midst of the battle, her eyes blazed with an otherworldly light.Her once serene countenance now twisted with determination as she tapped into her newfound powers, drawing energy from the nuns around her.The air crackled with electricity as she channeled the energy, her hair standing on end and her robes billowing around her.John being the skilled marksman that he is, took aim at the nuns with his trusty revolver.He knew that stopping her from drawing power was crucial to turning the tide of the battle.He fired bullet after bullet, each one expertly aimed at the demonic nuns surrounding Mary.The bullets found their mark, disrupting Mary's concentration and causing her to falter in her power gathering.Robert joined John in the effort to disrupt Mary's power source.He shot his revolver with a fierce determination, injuring any nun who dared to get close to Mary.John's revolver gleamed in the dim light of the battlefield, a beacon of hope for his comrades as