Novels by Azmi1410

The golden cord tethering their wrists suddenly tightened, jerking Rivenox and Kaelira toward the center of the chamber. The marble floor beneath them didn't just crack; it dissolved, replaced by a shimmering, translucent walkway of obsidian glass that stretched out over an endless, swirling purple nebula."Whoa, whoa! Watch the step!" Rivenox yelled, stumbling as his boots struggled for traction on the slick surface."Rivenox, what happened to your clothes?" Kaelira gasped, her voice reaching a pitch of pure hysteria.Rivenox looked down and nearly choked. His dark, jagged plate armor the intimidating gear of a Dread Overlord had vanished. In its place was a sleek, midnight-blue silk tuxedo with silver lapels and a crisp white cravat. A single, glowing violet rose was pinned to his chest."I’m wearing a suit," Rivenox whispered, his face turning a shade of white that matched his shirt. "I’m wearing a three-piece suit in the middle of a dungeon collapse. Elira, I am going to delete yo

The elevator descended with a smooth, sickening hum that vibrated through the soles of Rivenox’s boots. The walls, once cold obsidian, were now upholstered in a quilted, velvet-like material that smelled faintly of lavender and expensive stationery.Rivenox stared at the floor, refusing to look at the tethered Paladin standing inches away. "Okay, look. Before the doors open, we need to talk about the combat mechanics."Kaelira gripped her brass pipe so hard her gauntlets creaked. "Mechanics? Rivenox, I’m going to hit Silas with this until he stops breathing. That’s the mechanic.""It’s not that simple anymore," Rivenox said, waving a hand at the floating UI box only he could see. "The system has flagged this as a 'Climax Encounter.' Silas is the 'Rival,' which means he has a three-hundred-percent armor buff fueled by 'Arrogant Confidence.' We can't break through that with a pipe and some shadow-bolts."Kaelira finally looked at him, her eyes narrowing. "Then how do we break it?"Riven

The heat was becoming unbearable. It wasn’t the dry, searing heat of a fire trap, but a humid, suffocating warmth that smelled like a bakery caught in a forest fire. Rivenox and Kaelira burst through the final maintenance hatch, their boots skidding on the polished marble of the Strategic Operations Annex."We’re here! Don’t shoot!" Rivenox yelled, stumbling forward while still firmly tethered to Kaelira’s wrist by the shimmering pink cord.He didn't find an empty room. Instead, he found his senior management team gathered around the central scrying pool, which was currently projecting a heart-shaped map of the dungeon."Boss?" Lucar Deepmere, the Lead Sorcerer, stared at them, his jaw dropping so low it nearly hit his velvet robes. "What in the nine circles are you wearing? And why is the Paladin... attached to you?""It’s a long story, Lucar," Rivenox panted, leaning over his knees. "A very long, very pink story.""Rivenox, get your hand off me!" Kaelira snapped, though she was the

The screaming didn’t stop until they hit the bottom.Rivenox expected the bone-shattering crunch of granite or the splash of a stagnant pool. Instead, he felt something suspiciously like memory foam. He bounced once, twice, and then a heavy weight mostly comprised of sharp, divine-grade plate armor slammed directly into his chest."Oof! Get... get off! You’re crushing my lungs!" Rivenox wheezed, his face mashed into a pile of oversized, heart-shaped silk pillows."Move your foot, Rivenox! My cape is caught in your belt!" Kaelira’s voice was muffled, her helmet clinking against his shoulder as she struggled to untangle herself."I can’t move my foot because your knee is currently in my stomach!""Well, if you hadn't designed a 'Shame Hole' in your floor, we wouldn't be in this position!"Kaelira finally managed to roll off him, clattering onto the ground. She sat up, panting, and immediately reached for her sword. It wasn't there. She looked around frantically, her eyes widening as she

Kaelira didn’t wait for the cider. She snatched her hand back as if Rivenox’s skin had turned into molten lead, her face flushed a deep, furious crimson that rivaled the rose petals scattered across the floor."I can't believe I almost fell for it," she hissed, her fingers white-knuckled around the hilt of her broadsword. "The mist, the candles, the... the jazz skeletons! This is some kind of psychological warfare, isn't it? You’re trying to rot my brain so you can bypass my divine protection!""Kaelira, I swear on my dark throne, I am just as much a victim here as you are!" Rivenox pleaded, backing away with his hands raised. "I just wanted faster loading times! I didn't ask for the 'Midnight Musk' fog machine!""Liar!" Kaelira lunged.The divine blade carved a glittering arc through the perfumed air. Rivenox braced for the impact, his eyes snapping toward the console. Usually, his 'Void Aegis' would flare to life, a shield of pure shadow. Instead, a massive, neon-pink prompt blocked

The rose petals continued to drift through the air, settling in Kaelira’s golden hair and catching on the sharp edges of her Pauldrons. She didn’t move. Her sword, glowing with the fury of a thousand suns, wavered just a fraction of an inch."You've been... waiting for someone like me?" Kaelira repeated, her voice flat with a mixture of disbelief and genuine alarm. "Rivenox, I just spent three weeks fighting through your 'Gorge of Eternal Screams.' I’ve killed four of your lieutenants. I am literally here to end your life.""I know, I know," Rivenox muttered, his face burning. He leaned against the armrest of his throne, trying to look 'brooding but vulnerable' as the system demanded, though he felt more like a man having a public breakdown. "But, you see, the screams... they were just a cry for attention. Deep down, isn't every dungeon just a very large, very damp social invitation?""Elira, I am going to find your server rack and pour coffee on it," Rivenox hissed under his breath.