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The Blind Target
Author: Victory Smyle
last update2026-07-10 19:15:37

"If you do not pull that trigger right now, we are both dead men!" a terrified voice screamed from somewhere above the smoke.

Silas did not hesitate. He hoisted the massive, scavenged repeating rifle onto his shoulder, his fingers searching blindly for the cold iron trigger mechanism. He could not see the courtyard. He could not see the enemy. The thick linen bandage wrapped around his face was soaked with dark fluids, cutting him off from the world of light. The smell of black powder, hot grea
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  • The Arena of Thorns

    "Do not draw on the shadow, Marcus, or the chief will order every spear in this room thrown through your heart!" Lyra screamed as the eight legged monster slammed its heavy tail into the stone floor.The strike shattered the floorboards of the inner ring, throwing a shower of sharp granite splinters across the arena. Marcus scrambled sideways, his boots skidding across the slippery black rock. He reached for his left eye out of pure instinct, but he forced his fingers down to his side."I can win without the void!" Marcus yelled back, his chest heaving as he circled the massive beast."Prove it then!" Chief Kaelen shouted down from her high stone balcony. "Show us that you are a true man and not just a vessel for your family's dark curse! No shadow plates! No spatial tears!"The Ironwood Behemoth let out a terrifying, guttural roar that vibrated straight through the stone floor. As its massive eight legs dug into the arena ground, hundreds of long, jagged ironwood thorns bristling alo

  • The Bone Tribe

    "Throw down your weapons and kneel before the bone circle, or these spears will end your bloodlines right here!" the tribal chief roared as her warriors closed the ring.Marcus dragged himself in front of Lyra, but two heavy bone spears slammed into his chest plate, pinning him back against the wet mossy roots. A third warrior kicked the broken dagger out of his hand, sending it skittering across the dark forest floor."Do not strike him!" Lyra shouted, stepping straight into the path of the spears. She held up her bare hands, displaying the faded gold crest stamped into the leather of her inner cuff. "Look at this mark! I am Lyra of the House of Vane! My ancestors stood beside your elders when the first threshold was sealed!"The female chief stepped out from the shadows of the ironwood trees. Her hair was woven with small white teeth, and her face was covered in thick silver paint that outlined a sharp, terrifying jawline. She leaned down, her sharp gray eyes scanning the crest on L

  • The Ironwood Canopy

    "Do not move a muscle or the rope will snap!" Marcus croaked, his voice raw from smoke and cold wind.He swung gently in mid air, dangling upside down fifty feet above the dark forest floor. Thick, black shadow tethers wrapped around his waist and ankles, caught tightly in the massive, metallic branches of a gigantic ironwood tree. The wrecked airship lay split in two fifty yards away, its broken iron frame smoking quietly in the damp gloom.A drop of thick, clear liquid dripped from the branch above his head, landing squarely on his leather pauldron. A sharp hissing sound filled the quiet air, and a cloud of bitter white smoke curled off his shoulder. The leather melted in seconds, turning into black sludge that burned hot against his bare skin."The sap is burning!" Marcus gasped, trying to twist away, but the movement only caused the branches to groan and drip more liquid."Marcus?" a faint voice called from the dark foliage twenty feet to his right.Lyra hung suspended in a web of

  • The Vertical Fall

    "Catch the rope or the sky takes you!" Marcus screamed as the deck flipped completely on its side.Wind roared like a dying dragon. The broken airship plunged nose first through the burning clouds, screaming toward the dark earth below. Flames licked up the shattered timbers, turning the deck into a sliding slide of grease, blood, and fire.Lyra slipped off the broken railing, her hands flailing wildly in the empty air. "Marcus!" she shrieked, her voice swallowed instantly by the roaring gale."I have you!" Marcus roared.He forced his mind past the blinding agony in his skull. The midnight light in his left eye burst into a wild, jagged flare. Dark liquid shadow shot out from his outstretched palm, splitting into five thick, whip like tethers that cut straight through the rush of wind.The shadow tethers wrapped tight around Lyra's waist, snapping taut with a loud crack. The sudden jerk pulled her upward, her boots slamming hard against the tilted surface of the main cabin door. Marc

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    "Drive your boots into the wood and hit them before they form a wall!" Silas roared as the first wave of ironwood legionaries leaped onto the shattered deck.Steel clashed against steel with a deafening screech high above the cloud line. The two airships groaned, locked together by the giant dragon ram that had plowed straight into the main deck. Wind howled through the splintered timbers, carrying the sharp stink of burning oil and hot copper."Push them back!" Val yelled, stabbing his sword into the gap of a soldier's shoulder armor. The legionary stumbled back, but two more took his place, their heavy longswords flashing in the thin sunlight."Keep your lines tight!" a booming voice commanded from the royal destroyer's railing.A tall officer in gleaming red plate armor stepped over the broken iron bow. He held a massive broadsword that glowed with a sickening, bright orange heat. Heat waves rippled off the heavy steel blade, instantly scorching the pine floorboards wherever the ti

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    "Fire the emergency thrusters before those ironclads blast us out of the sky!" Silas screamed as a massive iron cannonball tore through the upper rigging.The wooden deck lurched violently. Shards of oak and frozen canvas rained down on the surviving crew as the main cargo airship surged upward out of the shattered mountain peak. All around them, the peaks of the northern range were crumbling into white powder, but the sky above was even more dangerous. Fifty giant royal ironclad warships hovered in a tight, deadly circle, their heavy brass cannon barrels glowing red in the bright sunlight."They have us completely surrounded, Silas!" Lyra shouted, grabbing the wheel as a second volley of explosive shells detonated twenty feet off their port side. "The main balloon cannot take another direct hit!""We are not sitting here like ducks!" Silas roared, stepping into the captain's spot on the raised quarterdeck. He grabbed the brass speaking horn and jammed it against his mouth. "All hands

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