Chapter 1882: Dread
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Chapter 1882 Dread
As Emery fixated on the gaping crack in the crystal, it felt as though he were peering into the very depths of an abyss, and an unnerving sensation washed over him. The aura emanating from the fissure was nothing short of terrifying, causing him to tremble involuntarily. It was Cthulhu's voice that snapped him out of his trance.
"Scourge!? what is that?!" Emery questioned, his curiosity mixed with a growing sense of dread.
Cthulhu did not respond immediately. Instead, Emery sensed an undercurrent of amusement in its presence before it finally spoke again. ""
Frustration welled up within Emery as he demanded, "Dammit, Cthulhu, what is it?"
His attention was torn away from the ominous crack as a dark energy began to ooze from it, infecting the crystal. Panic surged through Loriel Starwind and the high elves as they continued their fervent chanting, their desperation evident in Loriel's voice as she shouted,
"We must not let it out!"
The dark magus, however, had other intentions. "No, you won't!" they exclaimed, attempting to bombard the crystal alongside the high elves. Emery's gaze swept over the desperate battlefield where a hundred elves had been pushed to the brink of despair. Their determination was palpable as they resorted to self-sacrifice, using their bodies as shields to protect the fragile crystal or launching suicidal attacks against the relentless dark magus. The sheer magnitude of their resolve was awe-inspiring.
The sensation eerily reminiscent Emery of the events at the Magus tournament where a high elf's soul had inhabited Mahinder the monk—it was a soul belonging to a supreme being.
The sudden emergence of Loriel's power sent a chilling wave through the entire chamber. With a mere gesture, she wielded her newfound abilities with deadly precision. A dozen dark elves found themselves transformed into ice crystals, their forms shattered into crystalline dust in an instant.
The display of her formidable power struck fear into the hearts of the dark elves who had sided with the dark magus. In response, many of them began to retreat, alarmed by the overwhelming force they now faced. However, the dark magus themselves remained resolute, undeterred by the sudden shift in the battle's dynamics.
"I see the Eldamar does come prepared," the leader of the dark magus remarked with a sly smile. He added, "But it won't hinder our resolve."
In response, Loriel's voice resounded with an otherworldly echo. "Then die!" she proclaimed, her words carrying an undeniable weight of authority and power.
The relentless battle raged on, with the five powerful dark magus launching a coordinated assault against Loriel. Despite their concerted efforts, their attacks fell short, as Loriel wielded her newfound powers to crush them one by one. In a matter of minutes, two of the dark magus found themselves transformed into ice and subsequently shattered.
However, the dark magus had not been without a plan. While their attempts to overpower Loriel individually had failed, they succeeded in restraining the high priestess for a critical moment. This brief window of opportunity allowed the dark elves to break through the high elves' formations and draw closer to the crystal.
Sensing the threat. Loriel's desperate cry filled the chamber. "No!!"
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Chapter 1882 Dread
As Emery fixated on the gaping crack in the crystal, it felt as though he were peering into the very depths of an abyss, and an unnerving sensation washed over him. The aura emanating from the fissure was nothing short of terrifying, causing him to tremble involuntarily. It was Cthulhu's voice that snapped him out of his trance.
"Scourge!? what is that?!" Emery questioned, his curiosity mixed with a growing sense of dread.
Cthulhu did not respond immediately. Instead, Emery sensed an undercurrent of amusement in its presence before it finally spoke again. ""
Frustration welled up within Emery as he demanded, "Dammit, Cthulhu, what is it?"
His attention was torn away from the ominous crack as a dark energy began to ooze from it, infecting the crystal. Panic surged through Loriel Starwind and the high elves as they continued their fervent chanting, their desperation evident in Loriel's voice as she shouted,
"We must not let it out!"
The dark magus, however, had other intentions. "No, you won't!" they exclaimed, attempting to bombard the crystal alongside the high elves. Emery's gaze swept over the desperate battlefield where a hundred elves had been pushed to the brink of despair. Their determination was palpable as they resorted to self-sacrifice, using their bodies as shields to protect the fragile crystal or launching suicidal attacks against the relentless dark magus. The sheer magnitude of their resolve was awe-inspiring.
The sensation eerily reminiscent Emery of the events at the Magus tournament where a high elf's soul had inhabited Mahinder the monk—it was a soul belonging to a supreme being.
The sudden emergence of Loriel's power sent a chilling wave through the entire chamber. With a mere gesture, she wielded her newfound abilities with deadly precision. A dozen dark elves found themselves transformed into ice crystals, their forms shattered into crystalline dust in an instant.
The display of her formidable power struck fear into the hearts of the dark elves who had sided with the dark magus. In response, many of them began to retreat, alarmed by the overwhelming force they now faced. However, the dark magus themselves remained resolute, undeterred by the sudden shift in the battle's dynamics.
"I see the Eldamar does come prepared," the leader of the dark magus remarked with a sly smile. He added, "But it won't hinder our resolve."
In response, Loriel's voice resounded with an otherworldly echo. "Then die!" she proclaimed, her words carrying an undeniable weight of authority and power.
The relentless battle raged on, with the five powerful dark magus launching a coordinated assault against Loriel. Despite their concerted efforts, their attacks fell short, as Loriel wielded her newfound powers to crush them one by one. In a matter of minutes, two of the dark magus found themselves transformed into ice and subsequently shattered.
However, the dark magus had not been without a plan. While their attempts to overpower Loriel individually had failed, they succeeded in restraining the high priestess for a critical moment. This brief window of opportunity allowed the dark elves to break through the high elves' formations and draw closer to the crystal.
Sensing the threat. Loriel's desperate cry filled the chamber. "No!!"
Chapter 1882 Dread As Emery fixated on the gaping crack in the crystal, it felt as though he were peering into the very depths of an abyss, and an unnerving sensation washed over him. The aura emanating from the fissure was nothing short of terrifying, causing him to tremble involuntarily. It was Cthulhu's voice that snapped him out of his trance. "Scourge!? what is that?!" Emery questioned, his curiosity mixed with a growing sense of dread. Cthulhu did not respond immediately. Instead, Emery sensed an undercurrent of amusement in its presence before it finally spoke again. "" Frustration welled up within Emery as he demanded, "Dammit, Cthulhu, what is it?" His attention was torn away from the ominous crack as a dark energy began to ooze from it, infecting the crystal. Panic surged through Loriel Starwind and the high elves as they continued their fervent chanting, their desperation evident in Loriel's voice as she shouted, "We must not let it out!" The dark magus, however, had other intentions. "No, you won't!" they exclaimed, attempting to bombard the crystal alongside the high elves. Emery's gaze swept over the desperate battlefield where a hundred elves had been pushed to the brink of despair. Their determination was palpable as they resorted to self-sacrifice, using their bodies as shields to protect the fragile crystal or launching suicidal attacks against the relentless dark magus. The sheer magnitude of their resolve was awe-inspiring. The sensation eerily reminiscent Emery of the events at the Magus tournament where a high elf's soul had inhabited Mahinder the monkit was a soul belonging to a supreme being. The sudden emergence of Loriel's power sent a chilling wave through the entire chamber. With a mere gesture, she wielded her newfound abilities with deadly precision. A dozen dark elves found themselves transformed into ice crystals, their forms shattered into crystalline dust in an instant. The display of her formidable power struck fear into the hearts of the dark elves who had sided with the dark magus. In response, many of them began to retreat, alarmed by the overwhelming force they now faced. However, the dark magus themselves remained resolute, undeterred by the sudden shift in the battle's dynamics. "I see the Eldamar does come prepared," the leader of the dark magus remarked with a sly smile. He added, "But it won't hinder our resolve." In response, Loriel's voice resounded with an otherworldly echo. "Then die!" she proclaimed, her words carrying an undeniable weight of authority and power. The relentless battle raged on, with the five powerful dark magus launching a coordinated assault against Loriel. Despite their concerted efforts, their attacks fell short, as Loriel wielded her newfound powers to crush them one by one. In a matter of minutes, two of the dark magus found themselves transformed into ice and subsequently shattered. However, the dark magus had not been without a plan. While their attempts to overpower Loriel individually had failed, they succeeded in restraining the high priestess for a critical moment. This brief window of opportunity allowed the dark elves to break through the high elves' formations and draw closer to the crystal. Sensing the threat. Loriel's desperate cry filled the chamber. "No!!"
