"Is this world made of small Islands or are there bigger ones?" Elias Gobarau wants nothing but a normal life with his wife. Unfortunately, unforeseen forces have other plans for him as he was swallowed by space and found himself in a world of iceans filled with Islands. ***** Myriad Island is a world where intelligence, strength, fate, luck and even destiny means nothing. The only thing that can keep a sentient being sane was clinging to an ever-abstract concept known as Hope. Follow Elias's journey as he faces dangers of all kinds with the hope of understanding his purpose and possible union with his wife. ***** "Sigh, I left the life of chaos I was born in, how the hell did I end up somewhere worse? Or....is this Hell I was sent to for all the horrible things I was tasked to do?" ***** [Note: No Island is useless, only useless dweller that can't figure out it's usefulness!]
The assailant was a woman, clad in bronze armour full of inscriptions, from head to toe, she held two swords in both hands and her visor was dark.
She was panting as she observed Elias regain his centre of gravity while holding one spear in one hand and a shield in the other.
The two stared at each other, Elias was flabbergasted, the woman passed his dome with ease, and the Island was silent about it. And also the woman was in Grade 3 but she held on against his punch.
"You are quite a tenacious woman. I like your armour!" He said casually after he found the reason behind her strangeness.
It was the armour and if he was not mistaken it was from Cursed Chest. Catching her breath she dashed forward.
"Wow!" Elias teased as he sighed and attacked her with ease. But then he felt the anger rising from her and her ferocity increased.
Slick!