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Blood For Magic

Orion's life, marred by relentless tragedy, takes a dark turn with his grandfather's final message, unveiling the existence of an Ancient Organization and entrusting him with a foreboding task. With only a tattered map fragment and the burden of his family's shadowed legacy, Orion plunges into a world where malevolent magic holds it's sway over all and ancient terrors lurk within every corner. In this treacherous landscape where the lines between good and evil blur, even the gods play their hand, their motives as inscrutable as they are terrifying. Where will the sinister map drag him? What malevolent secrets make the gods so untrustworthy? And why was he fated to bear this harrowing burden? Only time will unveil the dread truths. As Orion delves deeper into the nightmare, he faces a destiny steeped in shadows, where survival means defying fate itself. For in a world where gods are either all-powerful or all-good, one thing is certain: they cannot be both.

DivineCrimson · แฟนตาซี
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Conclusion

The captain of the city guard barked orders, his voice reverberating through the chaotic streets as he and his men frantically worked to evacuate the citizens of Elsmere. The once-thriving city now lay under siege, its skyline marred by plumes of smoke and the distant roars of the marauding wyvern. The guards, their faces grim and determined, ushered the terrified citizens to the edge of the city, toward the shimmering expanse of the Lake of Babel. Here, they waited, hope dwindling with each passing moment as they prayed for a miracle, for reinforcements that might never come.

The scouts, having risked their lives to track the wyvern's movements, returned with grim news. The beast continued its rampage unabated, leaving a trail of devastation in its wake. The captain's heart sank. He knew all too well that it was only a matter of time before the creature returned to finish what it had started.

"If it only wants to destroy the city, it wouldn't follow us here... it wouldn't come here," the captain muttered, attempting to convince himself as much as those around him.

Lets take a look again, captain said and they went to spy on wyvren from distance again. But when he watched the flames dance in the distance, a sudden movement caught his eye. He and a few of his men turned, their breaths hitching in their throats. Amidst the inferno stood a lone figure, silhouetted against the blaze. The figure's face was obscured by a pristine white mask, and a blood-red cloak billowed dramatically in the fiery gusts. In his hand, he held a gleaming sword, its blade reflecting the hellish light of the burning city.

The figure's gaze was fixed on the wyvern, unwavering and intense. It was as if he had stepped out of legend, a solitary warrior prepared to face the beast alone.

"Is he mad?" one of the guards whispered, his voice barely audible over the crackle of flames and distant cries. Fear and awe mingled in his eyes as he watched the masked stranger.

The captain, too, felt a mix of emotions. The sight of this lone warrior, defiant and unyielding in the face of certain death, stirred something deep within him. It was a glimmer of hope, a reminder that courage could still shine through the darkest of times. The figure in the red cloak stood resolute, a beacon of defiance against the encroaching terror.

In that moment, amidst the chaos and despair, the people of Elsmere found a shred of hope. Perhaps this masked stranger could hold the line, give them the time they so desperately needed. As the captain watched, he couldn't help but feel a spark of belief. Maybe, just maybe, they would survive this night after all.

As time passed, they watched in awe as the masked figure began to move. His every step was calculated and precise, as if he possessed knowledge beyond their grasp. The wyvern screeched and lunged at him, but the man dodged and weaved with an elegance that belied the danger, his movements fluid as the wind. It was a spectacle both beautiful and terrifying.

Initially, they had thought him foolish to face such a beast alone. Yet, as they witnessed him holding his ground against the wyvern's relentless onslaught, they realized they were in the presence of a true warrior. Each deflected blow and counterstrike spoke of unparalleled skill and unwavering resolve.

Their fear began to give way to courage, a stirring of hope igniting within them. Th4 captain and guards alike felt a newfound resolve. They were ready to join him, to stand beside this extraordinary fighter against the monster threatening their home.

But just as they steeled themselves to move, their burgeoning hope was shattered. The wyvern, as if sensing the shift in the tide, underwent a horrifying transformation. Its flames intensified, burning hotter and brighter than ever before. For a moment, an eerie silence fell over the scene, and then the wyvern unleashed a deafening roar, followed by a torrent of scorching flames.

"Curses... Where the hell are those royal squads? Why haven't they arrived yet?" one of the guards shouted, his voice filled with desperation as he watched the masked warrior getting bombarded by the wyvern's fiery onslaught.

The sight was harrowing. The masked man, who had seemed invincible moments before, was now engulfed in a maelstrom of fire. His red cloak, tattered and burning at the edges, still fluttered defiantly in the inferno.

The guards' hearts pounded in their chests, fear and admiration mingling as they watched. The wyvern, now more ferocious than ever, seemed unstoppable. Yet, the man's presence, his resilience against the beast's wrath, infused them with a sliver of hope. They clung to the belief that reinforcements would come, that the royal squads would arrive in time to turn the tide.

"That man's already performed a miracle by holding off that calamity for this long. Just a little longer and we could've evacuated everyone," another guard muttered, frustration and desperation evident in his voice.

"Maybe he can still hold it back a little longer. Keep evacuating, just keep going..." the captain urged, clinging to the hope that the unknown mage could buy them more time.

But that hope was also dashed as they saw dozens of flaming spheres materialized in the sky trapping the man within, poised to strike down at any moment. And as if that wasn't enough, the wyvern inhaled deeply, preparing to unleash its fiery wrath once more.

A pregnant pause gripped the air, a stillness before the storm. Then, in a cataclysmic crescendo, the world shattered with an earth-shaking explosion. The guards, their eyes wide with dread, bore witness to the violent spectacle as a maelstrom of fire and smoke ascended high into the sky.

Their hearts plummeted like stones into the abyss as the intense shockwave rolled over them. The realization hit them like a physical blow: their beacon of hope had been extinguished, consumed by the relentless maw of destruction.

The captain's voice trembled as he tried to rally his men. "We must keep moving! There's no turning back now!"

Despite his words, the weight of despair hung heavily over them. They glanced back at the inferno where the man had stood, their faces etched with sorrow and disbelief. The masked warrior who had faced the wyvern with such courage and skill seemed to have been swallowed by the flames.

Yet, even in their darkest moment, They had just witnessed the extraordinary bravery of one man, and that image remained seared into their minds. It urged them to press on, to protect the lives of those still fleeing to safety.

With renewed determination, the guards redoubled their efforts, guiding the remaining citizens toward the Lake of Babel. Each step was a testament to their defiance, a silent vow to honor the sacrifice of the warrior who had bought them precious time.

As they moved, another roar of the wyvern echoed behind them, a grim reminder of the peril still looming. But within their hearts, they were resolved to fight on, no matter the cost.

"Hey! Wait" one of the guards said as he saw smoke thinning. "It must be wyvren, keep moving," the captain said without turning back. But the gaurd didn't move and kept staring, They cursed their luck once more and joined him in his squnity and braced themselves for the worst. As the flames vanished, a hush fell over the battlefield, the sudden silence unnerving them. The guards held their breath, unsure of what they were about to witness. Slowly, their eyes adjusted to the darkness, and what they saw made their jaws drop.

In the heart of the once-raging inferno stood the man they had thought lost. His figure was bathed in the grotesque aftermath of battle, drenched in blood. His once-red cloak had become a macabre tapestry, rendering his pristine white mask a haunting shade of crimson.

Beside him, sprawled in defeated submission, lay the wyvern. The flames that once defined its ferocity were utterly extinguished, leaving its massive form inert and lifeless. From the very core of its head protruded a black blade, the final testament to the creature's demise.

Orion had achieved the unthinkable. The wyvern, the beast that had terrorized their city, lay vanquished. The determined blade of a lone warrior had ended its reign of fire. As the guards took in the scene, their breaths came in gasps, bearing witness to the surreal conclusion of a confrontation that defied their wildest expectations.

The battlefield, once a chaotic maelstrom of fire and fury, was now eerily still. Orion stood amidst the carnage, a crimson-clad specter of triumph. His presence was both awe-inspiring and terrifying, a testament to the raw power and unyielding spirit that had carried him through the ordeal.

The guards, overcome with a mix of relief and disbelief, found their voices at last. "He did it," one of them whispered, the words barely audible over the collective pounding of their hearts.

"He really did it," another echoed, the realization slowly sinking in.

Their eyes remained fixed on the masked man, who stood silent and resolute, his gaze still locked on the fallen wyvern. The man's strength and determination had not only saved their city but had rekindled a flame of hope within their hearts.

Orion had done the impossible. The wyvern was dead.