He advanced on Pervard, his aura flaring with renewed intensity, prepared to deliver the final blow.Pervard, blinded by rage and fear, roared as he threw everything he had into one last desperate attack, but his movements were wild and unfocused.Riftain easily dodged, stepping inside Pervard's guard and delivering a devastating strike to his chest.The impact sent Pervard crashing into the ground, his body convulsing from the blow.Thud. Thud. Thud.Pervard's chest heaved as he coughed blood, his body barely able to keep itself upright.Riftain advanced toward him, his eyes cold with the intent to end it all, prepared to deliver the final blow.Pervard, blinded by pain and rage, could barely comprehend what had just happened.How did he get this strong? Pervard thought, blood seeping from his mouth.We were almost of equal strength. I've been active while he was sick... He grimaced, spitting out more blood, his thoughts racing with confusion and despair.Oasis stood back, watching th

Morning broke with gray clouds cloaking the sky, and as the showers intensified, droplets danced and streaked off the shimmering dome that encased the city lord's manor.The rain fell steadily over the ridges, creating a rhythmic patter that blanketed the landscape in a cool, refreshing embrace.Oasis's barrier, an ethereal shield of translucent energy, turned the rainfall into streams of water cascading down its surface.The effect was mesmerizing—like a dome of flowing glass, refracting light and creating a surreal scene that drew curious eyes from all around.Nearby, patrons at the local inn gathered at windows and doorways, watching in awe.The innkeeper, wiping down a counter, muttered, “I’ve never seen anything like it. That’s magic... real magic.”Travelers, merchants, and townsfolk exchanged hushed whispers, their gazes fixed on the barrier and the manor it protected.Some speculated in fear, others in wonder, but none could tear their eyes away from the miraculous display.In

Before Raegar's arrival...The Vice City Lord Mevrick sat at table, the rugged map of the region spread out before him.His fingers worked methodically, marking key locations and scrawling notes with a sharp quill.A piece of jerky hung loosely from his teeth, a habit he often indulged in while deep in thought.The flickering lanterns in the tent cast long shadows over the map, illuminating the harsh terrain of towns and the surrounding regions.His mind churned, not with doubt but with the weight of the task at hand.Belvan’s forces were spread thin, and the success of this mission hinged precariously on the plans of a boy—an unorthodox yet strangely capable boy.The thought lingered as he bit down on the jerky, chewing absently while his eyes traced the routes leading to and from the marked meeting points.!!!Suddenly, his focus sharpened.A faint yet distinct presence stirred at the edges of his awareness, an aura cutting through the stillness of the rocky terrain beyond the camp.

Cling... Cling...Thud... Thud...The muffled sound of metal scraping against itself, followed by dull thuds, echoed faintly across the camp.Inside a large, weathered tent decorated with torn banners and bloodstained fabric, a man with a hoarse voice stirred."Huh? What is that noise?" the man muttered, rising from his chair.The dim, flickering light of a lantern illuminated his imposing figure.He was tall, standing well over six feet, with lean, corded muscles that hinted at years of brutal training.His short, frosted hair faded on the sides, accentuating a striking tattoo of a blood-drenched hand etched into the right side of his head.His face was angular, with sharp cheekbones and cold, piercing gray eyes that seemed to radiate menace.A jagged scar ran from his temple to the corner of his lip, adding to his fearsome appearance."It seems some people are attacking our camp, Boss Jarn," another man spoke, stepping into the dim light of the tent.The man, known only as Jarn, the

The insult was deliberate, his words cutting like the edge of his blade.Goba growled, his fists clenching as frost crackled around his gauntlets.Jarn, however, laughed—a low, guttural sound that sent chills through the air.“Big words for a man standing in my domain,” Jarn said, his voice laced with cold amusement.“But don’t worry, Mevrick. I’ll make sure you won’t feel the cold for too long.”Both men stared each other down, the battlefield silent except for the faint crackling of frost and the rhythmic pulsing of energy ripples.The tension between them was palpable, the weight of their reputations hanging in the air.The next moment would decide the fate of the valley, and neither intended to take a single step back.The battlefield shifted in an instant.Mevrick exhaled slowly, his sharp gaze calculating as he assessed his opponents.“Unlike most duos, these two are nearly equal in strength,” he mused, gripping his dao sword tighter.His instincts sharpened.“Jarn is in the int