Searching for Andromeda
- 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»
In the Damian Manor
First, there was silence. And in that silence, Ephraim waited. He waited for what it is to come, to appear. He engaged his senses and listened. Anticipated. His patience wasn't thick nor thin, but he was eager. He knows somewhere deep within, there would be an ember that shall flare upon the obscurity of his mind—and a voice, a grumble; perhaps—will show itself and tell him about of all the things there is. Ephraim waited… painstakingly so, in that deafening silence for a sign. For an encounter.
But none have appeared. Not even the embers of the fire vessel, or the guardian slithering out of nowhere. There was no one to satiate his hunger for knowledge, for an explanation that would extinguish the building uncertainty in his mind. No one was there to tell him the barrier was successful or tell him the reason why he had self-combust out of nowhere. No one was there but himself.