- 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 still couldn't believe his eyes; Samuel was here, and so were two people who he had never seen before. One that held a staff; and another, a grimoire and a sword. He turned towards Samuel who then grinned at him.
"Ho." The two robed men then stared at Ephraim and then trotted their gaze towards Samuel.
"The 'dungeon conqueror and his companion'." They weren't speaking in chorus now.
The one who was speaking…
"N-no way—"
…was the one Samuel had shot with an arrow!
"What an odd thing. An arrow in flesh." The man then drew the arrow away from his body, which resulted in the crumbling of beige-colored porcelain dropping towards the floor.
The arrow had no smidge of blood, nor anything that served as a proof that Samuel had struck him.
Only the crack on his face—particularly on his left eye, was to be seen.
"What… the hell…" Samuel cannot take his eyes off of the robed man.
His eye was hollow.