- Hiatus! Coming back this 2024 - Ephraim, or as called by his colleagues, Raim, is an archeologist. Upon his commencement, he was stationed with a task force consisting of a researcher, a biologist, a doctor, and a former sergeant-in-arms; their team entrusted with a duty to examine the desolated LAB of an abandoned former space station: ANDROMEDA. As a man of science, he knew what his weakness was: curiosity. Upon entering the premises of ANDROMEDA, Raim discovers that succumbing to his desires would prove fatal one day. And that day has come. By the end of the darkness of the seemingly isolated laboratory was not obscurity filled with dust and desolation—but a tunnel leading to another realm of knowledge. A pathway to another dimension. No… the -pathway- to another world. The entrance to a completely different time where magic, knights, kingdom, monsters, and battles reigned supreme; Now Ephraim and his task force must utilize their existing knowledge and cultivate their given power to survive onslaughts and drive the kingdoms of another world to prosperity. [note: if you push through chapter 13 where the action generally starts, it will be worth it.] The artwork from this temporary cover is from is Windreader Zell from Bagoum. I do not own this artwork. https://sv.bagoum.com/cards/104421030 • • SUPPORT THE AUTHOR • • Buy me a coffee to keep me awake from long nights of writing: https://ko-fi.com/chainslock «CONTEST: Webnovel Spirity Spring Awards 2020»
Ephraim saw everything happen in an instant. A sword flashed in front of him, parrying the scythe. The next thing that he had seen are a bundle of golden threads instantaneously wrapping around the shaman's body. It's like he had seen it in a flash. Dayie now appeared before him, advancing to Jamil who clearly was taken aback. A necklace gleamed in Dayie's neck as she, in slow motion, thrust her blade forward.
The blade then found its way to Jamil's chest.
Jamil coughed blood as he fell to his knees. Dayie drew her long blade away and looked down at Jamil; her golden threads unwrapped as Jamil feel down flat to the ground.
"Wh-what…. This… this can't b-" Dayie, once again, thrust her blade down, straight to Jamil's hand.
"I'm not taking any chances." Dayie said as she kicked the scythe away.
"How…" He murmured.
"It seems like you didn't know," Dayie murmured, "I'm not a saint."