- 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»
Ruri gritted her teeth.
An attack from left—right, behind, and above her!
She immediately conjured multiple barriers which were broken into easily as she felt a sting of pain from the continuous consumption of mana. The consumption of mana was being done at a large scale due to the multiple attacks. Ruri wasn't a weak magician, she was practically above average, which is why she could keep up with the four servants fighting her.
She was eyeing them all one by one. Their movements were precise and distinct. All seemed to have an experience in combat, one way or another. Clearly, these men weren't in any way normal butlers. They had swung their weapon at her without hesitation. Their eyes were void of any emotion; not even malice, fear, nor reluctance could be painted from their expression.
It was as if they were nothing but hollow dolls.