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IS THIS THE END
The wind roared across the wide grassland, tossing blades of green like waves on a restless sea. The Mountain’s massive frame shifted with a grinding sound as it stepped forward, each footfall sinking slightly into the turf. Without warning, its forearm cracked and twisted, the stony surface splitting and reshaping into a jagged black sword. It swung it once, the ground trembling beneath the weight alone.Ramsay planted himself, gripping his ancestral blade. Its glow was calm, steady—but silent. No help came from it. Every movement, every instinct, was his own.The Mountain lunged first, swinging the black sword in a downward arc faster than its enormous size should allow. Ramsay twisted aside, boots ripping grass and earth as he slashed in return. Steel kissed stone with a shower of sparks; the black sword barely trembled, leaving only a mark on the ground.They clashed again, the rhythm of strike and parry echoing across the open field. Ramsay’s movements were a blur—precise footwor
WE CANT GIVE IN II
Stone groaned beneath their feet as the first wave of Syrics surged forward. The creatures’ glowing green eyes locked onto Esther, and the princes, princesses, shapeshifters, and Lilia felt the raw malice radiating off them. Pale, muscular bodies moved with terrifying speed, crouched low, arms twisted unnaturally, four clawed hands snapping toward them. Their digitigrade legs allowed them to run faster than any being in the arena, hands and feet slamming into the stone to propel their killing charge.Redrick crouched, balancing Esther on his back. Her unconscious head rested against his shoulder, fragile in the heart of the storm. Redrick muttered to the others, “Stay close. We must protect Esther at all costs".Ramsay stepped forward, sword flashing. Every movement was precise, every swing aimed to cut the Syrics before they could close in. One lunged with four claws outstretched — he twisted, slicing through the nearest two hands and deflecting the others, leaving the creature stag
WE CANT GIVE IN
The mountain got angry since they were not going to give Esther to it, and they had walked to its den.Stone groaned and split as roots punched through the floor and walls, lashing inward toward the small circle of warriors. At the center, Redrick crouched low, Esther limp across his back, her pale cheek against his shoulder.“Close ranks!” Ramsay barked, blade already glowing with a thin sheath of magic.Noah was the first to meet the attack. His left claw, black and gleaming with dragon scale, ripped through the first tendril like paper. His right hand drove his sword into another root, splintering it with a crunch. Wings beat once, throwing dust and debris out of the circle.Ragmus surged forward on all fours, massive muscles bulging under his black fur. A root thick as a mast slammed into him, but he planted his claws and shoved back, three tails whipping like spears to shred the thinner strikes. He moved like a panther twice his size, holding the line through brute strength.“Kee
THE MOUNTAIN SOUL
It had already been decided—there was no turning back. If they wanted to leave this cursed mountain alive, they would have to go straight to its heart.Noah, Redrick, Ramsay, Ryn, Lilia, Kinsley, Benjamin, Mike, Hawk, Camelia, and Kylie all drew their swords. The metallic rasp of steel echoed faintly in the room, like the mountain itself was listening.Tracy, with only her golden arrow remaining, gripped the two long knives strapped to her thighs. She flexed her fingers as though preparing herself for the close-quarters fight to come. Ragmus, broad and imposing, needed no weapon at all—his claws, his pointy tails, and raw strength were more dangerous than any blade. Still, they all knew what awaited them: the soul of the mountain, a living force that would not let them pass unchallenged.Before they set out, Mike crouched beside the unconscious Esther. Her breathing was steady, but she looked pale and fragile in the cold glow of the cavern. Mike brushed off the dust of Esther's hair
THE WAY OUT
The Sa’ers explained that their power no longer worked on Esther the way it once had. Her soul itself had blocked them from exerting full control. But that didn’t sever their bond—she was still linked to them, just as they were to her. The only change was that now, there were limits: only specific things could reach her, and putting her to sleep against her will happened to be one of them.When Esther suddenly fell to her knees, it wasn’t weakness or sudden pain—it was the Sa’ers forcing her into unconsciousness. They wanted to fulfill a promise: to show her what they had done in creating the new reality, and to reveal pieces of the old reality she had missed. For that, she had to be asleep.However, even while unconscious, Esther remained aware of her surroundings. She could feel the danger closing in on her family in the mountain. She refused to let anything happen to them. Twice, she shattered her connection with the Sa’ers to intervene in the fight, and twice she rejoined them to
FRUITS?
Noah, Ragmus, Redrick, Ramsay, Camelia, Ryn, Lilia, Kinsley, Tracy, Benjamin, Mike, Hawk, and Kylie walked through the narrow passage into a hollowed chamber deep within the mountain. The air inside was cool and still, with a faint mineral tang, as though the mountain itself were holding its breath.Ragmus knew this place well. It was one of his hidden retreats, a room carved out of sight whenever he slipped away from the mountain’s watch. No one really understood how such rooms existed—whether they were part of the mountain’s body or something older buried inside it—but they were real enough.The room was bare except for a single leather bag in the corner. Whatever lay inside was unknown, but no one had asked questions yet. Without a word, they all sank to the ground, dropping their weapons to the ground- too exhausted from the constant climbing and fighting to care about the cold stone floor.Esther remained unconscious, her weight cradled carefully in Redrick’s arms even after he s
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