The clattering resonance of the rock dominus reverberated in my ears as it charged forward, meticulously tracing The Miss's elusive path. The dominus tenaciously followed the lingering scent of Lady Montay, unyielding in its pursuit. No matter where she attempted to conceal herself, I was resolute in my relentless pursuit.From the Meridio base, the cacophonous clash of powers reached my ears. The collision of rocks, the fracturing of the ground as if struck by titanic forces, sporadic explosions rupturing the silence, and anguished cries rending the uneasy tranquility of Mors.Hope surged within me that this battle would conclude without any lives lost on our side. Stay vigilant and secure, camp Meridio, Kenru, and Killan.But the present demanded my attention—a mightier foe awaited. The score demanded settling. After several minutes of intense search, Montay's presence was finally pinpointed with the aid of the dominus. Poised at the entrance of the Septen camp's base, she awaited m
I had taken several punishing blows from the flaming dark hands of Lady Montay. Her strength was awe-inspiring, catching me off guard. A misjudgment on my part, I admitted.I made desperate attempts to evade the relentless assaults she hurled at me. Rolling and dodging across the ground became my means of avoiding her relentless pursuit. Her hands were relentless, conjuring sharp-edged weapons from beneath the earth and even from the air itself. Swords and daggers shot forth towards her like guided missiles, only to be skillfully parried, shattered, or melted away by her expert defense.All of my reinvented blades were thwarted. She seemed to have honed her abilities as a direct countermeasure to mine. Could she be a gauntlet bearer too?My face was thrust into the dirt, the taste of parched soil mingling with the metallic tinge of my own blood. My left eye swelled shut, and the corneal area became a pool of blood. With just one eye left, I strained to observe her every move.A mockin
Just before Lady Montay's lifeless body could make contact with the ground, it disintegrated into a shredded dust, instantly scattered by the cold wind.My knees buckled, accompanied by a steady stream of tears and blood from my face. She's gone. But more adversaries are approaching. I sensed it.I inhaled and exhaled, my gaze fixed on the heart of the Septen. This must come to an end. It has to.As long as the foundation of the Septen remains intact, this spectacle will never cease. Rigged or not, this must conclude. In this critical moment, I felt the chilly, tranquil breeze kiss my face.My vision blurred with tears. Tears of pure sorrow. My fate, even if I were to emerge from Mors, would never be the same as before. I am no longer an ordinary huntress. I am no longer the elf who relied on the forest for survival. Everything will change, and the peace I yearn for seems distant.I have to find the other heirs. Perhaps by gathering them, there's still a chance to reclaim the peaceful
I was unsure of what to say when I would finally face Killan. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions. There was a part of me that understood the reasoning behind their decision to fake my death in the eyes of Springgan and allow me to live peacefully with my siblings. It's what I had always wanted. But my heart seemed to protest against the developments between Killan and Princess Lanuza. Didn't he love me? What if I told him that I loved him too? Kenru's eyes had been on me, his gaze returning to me every now and then as we made our way through the underground passage of House Calore. I couldn't fathom how he had managed to secure access to such a heavily guarded area. He was an excellent spy, after all. "Why are you doing this, Kenru?" I finally asked. "It's my duty to present you with all the possibilities and choices," he replied. I remained silent. Kenru often spoke about duty. It was his way. The sound of our footsteps echoed on the old brick floor as we walked. The air grew he
A chorus of chilling winds whispered through the trees, teasing my chapped lips as if beckoning them to tremble. The enigmatic touch of winter's breath painted frost upon my very core, a shiver racing down my spine like a clandestine dancer. The frigid tendrils of cold had ensnared my muscles in their icy grasp, numbing every sensation from my cheeks to my fingertips. The world around me seemed hushed, draped in an ethereal shroud of silence that only winter's arrival could bestow. My senses were tantalized by the aroma that hung heavy in the crisp air—a symphony of snowflakes, each one a delicate note contributing to the grand composition of nature's breath. This was a fragrance unique to winter, a blend of cold purity and untamed wilderness. The snow-laden ground and the towering sentinels of the forest seemed to hold their breath, waiting for the world to awaken from its frozen slumber. For hours uncounted, I had stood sentinel, a lone figure amidst the vast expanse of nature's th
"Are you somehow an oracle?" How can a trash like me become an ardent leader? "She coughed again, then tightened her grip on the back of the sofa. I see it when I see it. If it doesn't happen, it's my failure. " With her eyes tightly shut, she steeled herself for the impending agony. A breath caught in her throat as she prepared for what lay ahead. Then, a sensation, as if the fabric of reality itself was being woven anew, rippled through her. She gasped, a rush of awe and astonishment surging within her. A delicate touch, cool and gentle as a whisper of wind, brushed against her cheek. And then, like starlight tracing a path, a trickle of tears, silvery and radiant, graced her skin. It was as if the very essence of enchantment coursed through her veins, an ethereal symphony of emotions that left her breathless. Legends whispered that a royal elf's blood held a value beyond measure, a currency of unparalleled significance, worth its weight in the purest gold. And in the same sacred
The rhythmic canter and gallop of the colossal wolves over the frozen terrain jolted me awake from my slumber. The delicate touch of snowflakes against my cheeks served as an icy awakening. A weathered wagon, groaning with age, bore the weight of my prone form. With every creak of its timeworn frame, the ache in my body seemed to burrow deeper, like a relentless creature seeking refuge in my very flesh. As the journey continued, the landscape transformed. Before us stood a castle, its silhouette hauntingly familiar, though the details eluded me. The very air seemed to pulse with a sense of foreboding. It was here that the agony intensified, a surge of raw intensity coursing through me. The metallic restraints that encircled my hands and feet, robust and unyielding, tightened their grip with a vice-like force. The sensation was as if the very essence of pain had taken on a tangible form, seeking to consume me whole. House of Calore.House Calore was one of the most powerful Springgan
Witnessing the anguish etched in the depths of his eyes was a torment in itself. The king stood there, a portrait of suffering and animosity, the weight of recent loss heavy upon his shoulders. And before him stood the supposed perpetrator, me, adorned in finery and well-fed, untouched by any visible harm, despite his recent tragedy. I was but the prime suspect, the one to whom the soldiers had traced the path of discarded bloody garments in the woods. Yet, the mere presence of evidence does not a murderer make. While circumstances may align, not every accused is necessarily guilty. But within this complex web of circumstance lay the root of the queen's flight. A pursuit was afoot, a relentless chase that had driven her from her place of power. There must have been a reason, a hidden truth veiled beneath the surface. If survival was to be mine, it was a puzzle I had to unravel. But how could I ever lay bare this convoluted tale? Especially in the presence of the council—a body whose t
I was unsure of what to say when I would finally face Killan. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions. There was a part of me that understood the reasoning behind their decision to fake my death in the eyes of Springgan and allow me to live peacefully with my siblings. It's what I had always wanted. But my heart seemed to protest against the developments between Killan and Princess Lanuza. Didn't he love me? What if I told him that I loved him too? Kenru's eyes had been on me, his gaze returning to me every now and then as we made our way through the underground passage of House Calore. I couldn't fathom how he had managed to secure access to such a heavily guarded area. He was an excellent spy, after all. "Why are you doing this, Kenru?" I finally asked. "It's my duty to present you with all the possibilities and choices," he replied. I remained silent. Kenru often spoke about duty. It was his way. The sound of our footsteps echoed on the old brick floor as we walked. The air grew he
Just before Lady Montay's lifeless body could make contact with the ground, it disintegrated into a shredded dust, instantly scattered by the cold wind.My knees buckled, accompanied by a steady stream of tears and blood from my face. She's gone. But more adversaries are approaching. I sensed it.I inhaled and exhaled, my gaze fixed on the heart of the Septen. This must come to an end. It has to.As long as the foundation of the Septen remains intact, this spectacle will never cease. Rigged or not, this must conclude. In this critical moment, I felt the chilly, tranquil breeze kiss my face.My vision blurred with tears. Tears of pure sorrow. My fate, even if I were to emerge from Mors, would never be the same as before. I am no longer an ordinary huntress. I am no longer the elf who relied on the forest for survival. Everything will change, and the peace I yearn for seems distant.I have to find the other heirs. Perhaps by gathering them, there's still a chance to reclaim the peaceful
I had taken several punishing blows from the flaming dark hands of Lady Montay. Her strength was awe-inspiring, catching me off guard. A misjudgment on my part, I admitted.I made desperate attempts to evade the relentless assaults she hurled at me. Rolling and dodging across the ground became my means of avoiding her relentless pursuit. Her hands were relentless, conjuring sharp-edged weapons from beneath the earth and even from the air itself. Swords and daggers shot forth towards her like guided missiles, only to be skillfully parried, shattered, or melted away by her expert defense.All of my reinvented blades were thwarted. She seemed to have honed her abilities as a direct countermeasure to mine. Could she be a gauntlet bearer too?My face was thrust into the dirt, the taste of parched soil mingling with the metallic tinge of my own blood. My left eye swelled shut, and the corneal area became a pool of blood. With just one eye left, I strained to observe her every move.A mockin
The clattering resonance of the rock dominus reverberated in my ears as it charged forward, meticulously tracing The Miss's elusive path. The dominus tenaciously followed the lingering scent of Lady Montay, unyielding in its pursuit. No matter where she attempted to conceal herself, I was resolute in my relentless pursuit.From the Meridio base, the cacophonous clash of powers reached my ears. The collision of rocks, the fracturing of the ground as if struck by titanic forces, sporadic explosions rupturing the silence, and anguished cries rending the uneasy tranquility of Mors.Hope surged within me that this battle would conclude without any lives lost on our side. Stay vigilant and secure, camp Meridio, Kenru, and Killan.But the present demanded my attention—a mightier foe awaited. The score demanded settling. After several minutes of intense search, Montay's presence was finally pinpointed with the aid of the dominus. Poised at the entrance of the Septen camp's base, she awaited m
Pain and sorrow, those inseparable companions, wove a tapestry of experience. Arriving hand in hand, they took turns weakening and strengthening the soul. In my case, I navigated the uncertain path of adversity, grappling with its weight.An agonized cry tore from my lips, a primal scream of suffering that seared through me. In an instant, it felt as if my very being was shattering into pieces, only to be stitched back together by some mysterious force. As the ground beneath me lost its pull, I was lifted by an enigmatic surge of energy.The earth trembled beneath my feet. A mighty wind roared, summoning clouds into a furious dance around the sun. Thunder growled, and lightning lanced through the tumultuous sky. Chaos erupted in a symphony of nature's power.Within the gauntlet on my hand, I sensed forces awakening. Each surge of energy connected with my veins, and I alone held their reins. From these minuscule threads, I wove something grander—a hundred blades conjured from their ess
A surge of intense emotions engulfed me, rendering me powerless to move. My limbs felt like lead, unresponsive to my desperate commands. Inside, turmoil churned and roared, an internal maelstrom of emotions threatening to consume me. Every fiber of my being screamed for release, for a way to vent the pent-up torrent of feelings raging within. But the cruel reality was that I couldn't. I was trapped in a suffocating cocoon of tension, the air heavy with a mix of fear, anger, and anxiety.With a hesitant, trembling step, I ventured closer to Lady Montay and her imposing royal army. Our gazes locked, and it was evident that her disdain for me had only intensified over time. But now, it was more than just disdain; it had blossomed into a fervent loathing. I could practically taste the acrid intensity of her desire for my downfall. Her lips curled in a sinister twitch, as though beholding my presence brought her a perverse pleasure."Hurry up! Before I change my mind!" Her voice sliced thr
As my decision echoed through the tense air, I was overwhelmed by emotions. Tears streamed down my cheeks as the weight of the situation bore down on me. The ache in my heart grew with every thought of Killan, of the choices that had led us to that point. The uncertainty gnawed at me, and for a moment, I was frozen by the gravity of it all.Kenru's voice reached me, a soothing presence amidst the turmoil. He knelt before me, his proximity grounding me. "I only want the best for Poras and Cali. I never dreamed of a lavish life. I just wanted to live normally, find peace, and watch them grow. B—but ever since I acquired these gauntlets, w—why does it feel like reaching even the simplest dreams is a struggle? Why is it so hard to attain my modest desires in this world?"Kenru's response was gentle, his words offering a perspective of resilience. "It's all going to be worth it, Idrish. The sweetest triumphs come only when we've worked hard for them. Through blood and sweat.""Idrish, sad.
The chaos and tension within the camp were escalating rapidly. As Lady Montay and her forces loomed before us, their intimidating presence made it clear that this battle would be no ordinary fight. The atmosphere was charged with danger, and every heartbeat seemed to reverberate with the impending clash.My allies and I stood united, a wall of determination against the approaching storm. The sounds of clashing metals, unsheathed blades, fluttering cloths, sprouting trap plants, and blazing projectiles filled the air, creating a cacophony of preparation. Camp Meridio was ready for whatever was about to unfold.In the midst of the chaos, Kenru's voice reached my ears as he whispered his unwavering support. The sight of him, his sword half drawn from its sheath, his sweat and blood evident, reminded me that I wasn't alone in this daunting moment. His quiet confidence and determination bolstered my own resolve.I had to remain focused, even as Lady Montay's chilling words penetrated the a
Listening to all sides of the story: from Bonbon, Borracho, Rouma, and Kenru was like unearthing the entire trove of secrets held by each member. I felt as if I had been struck by lightning, revealing all the concealed truths in one dazzling flash.They had been harboring this secret all along. All of them, here because of me. Because of the gauntlet. It dawned on me that from the very beginning, they had allowed me to search for the hidden strength within me. They had even let me scavenge for stingers and enhancers, all to awaken the latent power of the gauntlet.They knew I was the inheritor of the winter gauntlet, The Meadanach. Whoever was leading them, they knew my fate was woven into this plot.Hold on.I w—was sent here to die?Who orchestrated my arrival in this place?King Argus Calore sent me here. To meet my demise? Unthinkable! The king, a figure of honor and virtue. He had shown me nothing but kindness during my time at House Calore. Deep within my heart, I knew him to be