Hurnorth: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Chapter XXIX: Blood Moon Part 2

I thought we were finally safe after leaving Eldermyst. Turns out, it was just a figment of my imagination. There's nowhere safe to run to, not even Hurnoth. I never expected the chaos here to be even worse. Curses and spells are rampant everywhere. It's terrifying; I can't feel any hope because death is knocking. No safe place, none at all.

The once bustling society we knew lay in ruins, a chaotic battlefield between witches and wizards against the relentless onslaught of sorcerers. Buildings that once stood tall were now crumbling, their once vibrant colors muted by the haze of destruction. We tried to evacuate the children and the elderly, desperate to offer them some semblance of safety amidst the pandemonium, but there were still pockets of people trapped within the wreckage, their cries echoing amidst the chaos.

The once picturesque surroundings had transformed into a scene of utter devastation. Clouds of smoke obscured the sky, and the air crackled with the unleashed power of spells and curses, making the environment almost unrecognizable. It felt as though reality itself had been torn asunder, leaving behind a nightmarish landscape of destruction.

Amidst the rubble, the evidence of the conflict was starkly apparent. Corpses lay scattered across the ground, a grim testament to the fierce battle that had unfolded. Each fallen body was a heartbreaking reminder of lives lost in this senseless war.

The Ministry soldiers valiantly fought to contain the chaos, but their efforts seemed futile against the overwhelming forces at play. They were outnumbered, and the appearance of monstrous creatures further added to their struggle. These aberrations, born of dark magic and twisted intentions, lurked in the shadows, sowing further terror among those who dared to resist.

It was a scene of horror, one that shook the very foundations of our beliefs in safety and security. The once harmonious society was now a battleground, and the fabric of our world seemed irreparably torn. As I gazed upon the devastation, I couldn't help but wonder how it had all come to this and when—or if—it would ever end.

We fought with all the strength we could muster against the sorcerers, our determination eclipsing the pain of our injuries. Spells clashed violently, echoing through the chaos. Each incantation was a desperate attempt to repel the darkness encroaching upon us. But the sorcerers were formidable foes, their mastery of dark arts proving to be a daunting challenge.

Penelope, in the thick of the battle, bore the brunt of the sorcerers' onslaught. Her courage was unwavering, yet she suffered the most grievous wounds. Despite her injuries, she fought valiantly, refusing to yield even in the face of overwhelming odds.

The clash of magic was relentless, leaving us all battered and wounded. Each of us bore scars, physical and emotional, as the battle raged on. The air crackled with raw energy, every moment fraught with danger and uncertainty.

As the chaos intensified, it became a struggle for survival. We fought not just for victory but for our very existence. Penelope's resilience and bravery shone brightly, a guiding light amidst the darkness, rallying us to press on despite the overwhelming odds stacked against us.

Though we were all injured, Penelope's condition was the most precarious. Her determination was unwavering, but her strength was waning. We fought to protect her, to shield her from further harm, yet the relentless assault of the sorcerers seemed unending.

In the heat of battle, amidst the clash of powers and the cacophony of chaos, Penelope stood as a beacon of hope and courage. But as the conflict raged on, her weakening state served as a haunting reminder of the fragility of our existence in the face of such malevolent forces.

"Umalis na tayo rito. Masyado ng delikado kung mananatili tayo. Baka lalo pang lumala ang kondisyon ni Penelope." nanginginig na sabi ni Oliver nang tuluyan ng bumagsak si Penelope sa kaniyang mga braso.