Wesley and Strong were in the same level again, and both of them found themselves in front of a campfire in the middle of the forest. Lily and Zily, their fairies are also with them. They once got separated from each other at some levels but now they have met again. They both sat in front of the fire while talking, and the firelight illuminated their faces with shadows. For weeks they have been playing the game trying their best to make their way out of it or finally win the game. "Well, have you ever thought whether we’ll actually win this game?" Wesley probes the fire with a long stick. “Of course we will. I’m not planning on staying in this virtual prison forever." Strong responded, crossed arms, and leaned on a tree. “Yeah, you’re always so sure of yourself. ” Wesley says, laughing weakly. Strong, now looking at Wesley with a wide smile on her face, “You have become so much stronger Wesley, you are casting spells and defeating enemies like a pro." “Oh, that’s only because
"And you are pushing Strong too hard! Not everyone needs to be thrown into the fire to grow." Lily said, furious as her wings shimmered. Wesley looks at Strong hoping for backup. Frustrated Wesley said, "Strong can you please talk to Zily? This is getting out of hand." "Trust me I've tried, Zily doesn't listen to me when she's in one of these moods," Strong sighed, rubbing her temples. "That's because you know I'm right, Strong. We didn't get this far by playing it safe." Zily added, glancing at Strong with a smirk. ‘Okay, okay, I understand both parties here but we are in this together, we have to fight this as teammates.’ Wesley said in frustration. “Right, that’s what I was thinking too We must find balance Zily, you have been more reckless with your strategy and Lily, I see you are overprotecting Wesley” Strong nodded. The two fairies gaze at their players, though they no longer glow, yet their faces are attentive. “Fine, I’ll try to not go overboard but only if Lily will
Wesley forged ahead of the weariness and trepidation that began to nestle into him. The forest boomed with a brilliant range of tricks, illusions of gigantic creatures, swirling fog that hid his way, and echoes of menacing laughter. Wesley tripped, but he centered his attention on the fixed, strong light Lily had pointed out for him.Using all his strength, Wesley moved through the jungle, directed by the slight, resilient light of the clearing. At last, he broke into the expansive space, gasping for air. Surrounded by a golden glow, the clearing showed off a great altar, glimmering with energies of divinity. Lily danced joyously around him, her magic gleaming like fireworks. "You did it, Wesley! You've completed the trial!"In the clearing, the goddess White emerged, her countenance being both serene and luminous. She looked at Wesley with a smile and her gaze was filled with encouragement. “You have proved your value and your bravery and doggedness have been clearly recognized.” "
There were people all along the roads, but something about them was different. They walked around almost aimlessly and as Wesley paid them more attention hebrealized they were not actually moving forward. They were moving backward. Surprised, Wesley turned his gaze downward toward his hands. His fingers twitched involuntarily qas if some prior gestures he had made had immediately replayed themselves. His heart raced as he tried to understand what was happening. “This couldn’t be right," he whispered. “I’ve fallen into another glitch.”As he walked forward, the world around him was moving in reverse. The marketplace was incredibly active, it seemed like someone had pressed rewind on a film reel. Merchants put the fruit back on the stalls, children picked up their coins that they threw on the ground, and birds flew backwards through the air.They spoke in reverse too, their words becoming an indistinct murmur that buzzed through the atmosphere around them. Wesley’s eyes widened and his
As Wesley proceeded into the next space, the air became thick and offensive. In front of him lay the Swamp of Death, an evil and eerie place, filled with crooked and twisted tree trunks, and stinking water that was very stagnant and bubbly. Thick, green fog rolled across the surface of the swamp, carrying a stench of decay so strong that Wesley nearly gagged. A disembodied voice, which was cold and mechanical echoed in his head, "Beware. The Swamp of Death. Few who enter never return. Choose your path wisely." Wesley stopped at the border of the swamp and looked for a cross means without any sign on the horizon. His foot descended into the green ooze and it seemed as though the earth wanted to pull him in further with each step he made. Despite lurking threats in the air, it was impossible to turn around and go home. The noise of splashing water beside him made him stop immediately. Out of the corner of his eye he caught some movement, a creature coiled and wriggling through the
"You... I remember you. The first time we crossed paths, I barely made it out alive." Wesley said. "Ah, yes. The trembling player who thought he could escape my grasp. How foolish." The zombie lord said. "I was weaker then, now I know this world better. I know you better."From the swamp of death, Wesley was lifted into another level. He had passed the trial needed to get to the next level, although he wasn't aware. Earlier in the game, Wesley had confronted some mini bosses, all fingers- associates to Shadow, the grandmaster of the dark world. He would now subsequently come face to face with those mini bosses one after the other. The first of them being the Zombie Lord, he was in charge of dispatching and commanding zombies to do the bidding of Shadow. He had his own mini kingdom however - moreso, an area he had jurisdiction over. "You've grown stronger, true. But strength alone would not save you here. You're still bound by the same rules, Wesley." The zombie lord explained.
Roaring in rage the health bar drops to 60. "You insolent little worm" the zombie lord said and a dark aura activated, causing the area a wide fear status. You cannot withstand the darkness of the cursed realms. Wesley under the effect of fear vision felt himself loosing. "What The...? my movement speed just dropped by 50% what's this?" "Your time is up! you will be another soul trapped here for eternity!" the zombie lord said, charging forward with his sword raised. "Not so fast! I've got one more trick up my sleeve!" Wesley said. Cleansing orb of purity inventory warning: one left. This better work... He uses the orb and boom, the buff removed! No more fear! Hissing in anger the zombie Lord said, "impossible! no one has ever survived my fear aura before!" "Guess I'm not no one," Wesley smirked. He dashed in, activating 'power strike combo'. "Time to bring that health bar down. Strike, strike, strike! Crut gut! Down to 35%! You're loosing this fight, and fast." Staggering,
The path forked ahead, and Wesley brought up his map. Two options: the Crona Sapphire to the north or the remembered Spiff to the east. The sapphire was marked with a hazard icon -likely toxic environments or poison enemies, which meant he'd have to chug antidotes regularly. The spiff, on the other hand had a skull icon over it, indicating that a boss lurked within. Wesley smirked, after taking down the zombie lord, he was ready for any other challenge. He directed Thorn towards the remembered Cliff and as he approached, the screen flashed red- Thorn's health bar dropped by a quarter. A faint hiss echoed from behind. Wesley's eyes widened. "Poisoned?" He hadn't even entered the sapphire yet. Spinning the camera. Wesley spotted the culprit: a shadowy figure with glowing red eyes crouched low behind a broken statue. It was an assassin, a classic ambush enemy. The figure dissapeared in a blur of motion, leaving behind a puff of dark smoke. Thorn's health continued to tick down from t