Chapter 25: kraken

Daemon stood at Eleanor's Harbor, watching the calm waves of the sea spread out before him. The city, although bustling, was filled with a strange calm that he had always found comforting. But this time, I noticed something was different. He felt a strange sensation as if something was warning him of some danger.

He had never felt something like this and that began to worry him. He looked at the vast sea that stretched out, the boats and the people who continued doing their work, but he also noticed the gaze of some people towards the horizon, it seemed that they had also sensed some danger. .

*Shaking*

*Shaking*

*Shaking*

From one moment to the next everything began to shake and an enormous, almost suffocating pressure could be felt in the air. The sea, which until a few moments ago was a reflection of serenity, began to rumble with enormous force.

Cracks began to appear in the earth as a result of the enormous tremors that could be felt, Daemon was on his knees waiting for this to stop, suddenly everything calmed down again, the sea stopped shaking, the earth stopped shaking and that pressure that a few seconds ago It became more and more intense and disappeared.

Before Daemon could reflect on everything that had just happened, a huge roar that made his hair stand on end could be heard in the sea, everything went silent.

Suddenly the sea began to stir again, an ominous silence stretched over the horizon.

Daemon's instincts were in chaos, it was as if they were shouting at him to flee the place as quickly as possible. He knew that the owner of this roar was an extremely powerful being and that there was no one here who could confront him just by observing the faces. of fear, you could get an idea of ​​what creature could be causing this reaction.

A massive tentacle, the size of the largest ships, broke one of the furthest boats like it was a toy, throwing the members of the ship into the sea.

Then, a huge deformed head emerged. Its skin was thick and scaly, of a dark and gloomy color. Huge, bright eyes reflected a cruel and ruthless intelligence. His mouth was filled with rows of sharp teeth, and a roar emanated from it that echoed throughout the city.

Daemon covered his ears, this creature that made him want to run in terror, as he assumed it was a fucking kraken, a creature classified by its threat level as legendary, this was a fucking joke, Daemon told himself.

This wasn't supposed to happen, he had done everything he could to get away from trouble, he just wanted a quiet trip, but apparently the world had other plans.

 The kraken continued its attack, its tentacles striking and destroying anything within reach of it. Brave adventurers tried to confront him by casting spells, some even attacking with their weapons, but his efforts were in vain. The creature was too powerful, the adventurers were like simple ants before it.

 Daemon watched in horror as the kraken destroyed the port, crushing buildings and ships like they were made of paper. The screams of the adventurers and citizens echoed in the air, mixing with the roar of the monster.

Looking back, he remembered Darius, Sara and all the people who inhabited this small town. Everything was going to be destroyed if no one strong enough stood up to this thing. The monster continued to slowly advance towards Eleanor, devastating everything in its path. Daemon knew that he could run away and wait for stronger people to arrive to kill the kraken, but what would happen to the people who inhabited this city in the meantime? He knew they were as weak as flies in the face of this monstrosity. He didn't want to be a hero or anything, but he wasn't going to be a damn coward to run away either.

At the beginning of his journey in this world, he had made himself a promise: he would become the strongest person, capable of protecting his own. He knew that it was totally irrational to confront this thing, and that he would probably die. But he decided that he would not run away. His efforts might seem futile and his attacks only tickled the monster, but it didn't matter.

Daemon pondered for a moment. He remembered all the times he had doubted himself in the world before him and this one, all the battles he had fought, the victories and the defeats. Everything had led up to this point. It was now or never. He sighed deeply and opened his eyes again. He extended his sword, and it was covered in flames as bright as his resolve.

The kraken roared in fury as if he dared Daemon to advance, he did not retreat. He moved forward with determination, ready to face the terrifyingly powerful monster.

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Minutes before:

In another part of the city, Lyana was with Diana, her friend. They were walking through the market, enjoying trivial conversation. Suddenly, the ground beneath her feet began to shake. They stopped and looked around, feeling an overwhelming pressure in the air.

"What's going on?" Diana asked, her voice shaking.

"I don't know, but it's not good," Liliana responded, trying to remain calm. She knew something terrible was about to happen.

When everything calmed down it was immediately followed by a terrifying roar. People started screaming and running in all directions. Lyana looked towards the horizon and saw the monster emerging from the ocean, the massive form of it dwarfing the sun.

Her eyes couldn't believe it, unable to believe that such a creature inhabited these seas, it was a Kraken, a legendary threat that could destroy entire cities and kill thousands of people in the process.

"Diana, we have to go help," Lyana said, taking her friend's hand and running. She knew that they needed to act quickly and help in any way they can, Lyana was a silver rank adventurer and Diana was a former adventurer and was the village's healer.

"Yeah!" Diana exclaimed. "Marcus must be at the port, he must already be helping to stop this thing, we have to help"

Lyana knew that Diana's husband Marcus was only a silver level adventurer. He wouldn't stand a chance against the kraken just like her. "I'll go get Daemon at Darius's smithy," she said. "We will meet in the central square. There we will go to the port. We can't let this thing enter the city."

The two hurriedly said their goodbyes and ran in opposite directions, hearts pounding as chaos erupted around them, Lyana hoping Daemon would stay with Darius.

1 hour before: Glacialis

Dakar advanced with a firm step towards the imposing gates of the fortress, the place was surrounded by an army of inert creatures that seemed to have been dragged from the abysses of death itself. At the end of the hall, on a frozen throne carved from bone and shadow, stood the figure of Baldur. It was an ice skull with eyes burning a vibrant red and black armor, radiating an aura of power that shook even the stones on the ground. He was the ruler of this unexplored place, this kingdom at the edge of the ice continent.

"I haven't been to this place in a long time. I must say, not much has changed," Dakar spoke with a mix of disdain and curiosity in his voice.

"Welcome back, Dakkar. I did not expect your arrival so soon, although I assumed that sooner or later you would come," Baldur replied in a deep voice that echoed off the icy walls.

"Your kingdom," Dakkar continued, narrowing his eyes, "but if I'm not mistaken, the one who ruled this place was Draco. You are nothing more than a replacement."

Baldur's eyes narrowed menacingly. "I know why you have come. You want to consume my core and make yourself stronger right, I suppose there is someone who can be a threat to you, right? But I fear that defeating me will be impossible for you. I can feel that you are only the shadow of what that you used to be Dakkar."

"I may be weakened for now," Dakkar replied, his voice resonating with a dark presence that seemed to envelop the entire room, "but it's only a matter of time before I regain my former strength. Besides, you've got quite the ego, do you?" Don't you think a simple pawn like you can beat me."

Baldur slowly rose from his bone throne and picked up a massive warhammer that rested next to him. His eyes burned with a red fire that illuminated the darkness that surrounded them.

Pointing his hammer at Dakar, a sinister smile spread across Baldur's face. From the shadows of the fortress, hundreds of creatures emerged and charged toward Dakar from all directions, each armed with swords, spears, and bows made of bone and ice.

The battle of these 2 powers had begun, and would shake the entire world creating chaos and destruction.