The story, far from a mere clash of powers, delves into the intricate layers of morality and consequence. What dark secrets lie beneath the surface, and how does the conflict between the Renaissance and humanity intertwine with an age-old cosmic dra...
"Ah, behold! The master of the band himself, Gargeal, correct?" a man proclaimed as he approached Gargeal and Jiighual.
"So, you're familiar with us," Gargeal remarked.
"Indeed, we are. Everyone from the East is hot on your trails, HA HA HA HA!" the man chuckled.
"Allow us to formally introduce ourselves. I am Yakub, a warrior hailing from Aetheria, and this is my companion, Min, a warrior from Sun Ridge," Yakub announced, his gaze sharp as he locked eyes with Gargeal's stoic expression.
Meet Yakub, a valiant warrior hailing from the Kingdom of Aetheria. He has a mace weapon. At 25 years of age, he stands tall at 5 feet 11 inches, with a sturdy build weighing 83 kilograms.
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Yakub's face
Introducing Min, a formidable warrior hailing from the Kingdom of Sun Ridge. He uses a club with spikes weapon. At the youthful age of 23, he towers at a height of 6 feet 5 inches, boasting a robust frame weighing 112 kilograms.
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Min's face
"Hey, hey, hey, hey, HEY! Do you see this scar on my face?! It's all your fault, you and your filthy band of rebels! You bloody bastard ruined my life, made me look like a monster. Because of you, I can't even find a decent woman to marry. Now, you're going to pay for stealing my handsome face! You'll know exactly what it's like to lose everything you hold dear!" Min roared angrily at them.
"I'll begin by tearing the skin right off your face, you cold-hearted, grey-haired bastard!"
"Stay focused. Don't let them mess with your head," Yakub whispered to Min, his voice barely audible amidst the tension.
"I'm cool, just looking at that guy's face is enough to make me sick," Min growled.
As Yakub and Min exchanged words a short distance away from Jiighual and Gargeal, Gargeal interrupted their conversation.
"Are you two done chatting?" Gargeal's voice was firm as he tightened his grip on his great sword.
"Hell yeah, we're done!" Min snarled, charging forward with his club in hand.
"Jiighual, I'll handle this one. He seems to have a personal vendetta against me. Take care of the other," Gargeal instructed urgently, swiftly closing the distance between himself and Min.
"Understood, Master!" Jiighual responded, extending his pavise shield and rushing toward Yakub.
"A shield against a mace, now that's interesting," Yakub remarked as he leaped 10 feet into the air, evading Jiighual's charge.
With lightning speed, Yakub darted toward Jiighual's exposed back, delivering powerful blows with his mace before Jiighual could react.
"Gah! Damn it!" Jiighual grunted, blood trickling from his wounds as he staggered.
Quickly regaining his composure, Jiighual adjusted his stance, preparing for the next exchange.
"Is that all you've got, big guy?" Yakub taunted, a smirk playing on his lips.
Jiighual, undeterred despite his injuries, retorted, "I'm just getting started."
Meanwhile, back at the river, Ruby'ck, Kazaks, and Andhur continued their frantic search for Captain Zach.
"Captain Zach! Where are you?" Kazaks bellowed, his voice echoing through the wilderness.
"Andhur, keep an eye out! We have to find him!" Ruby'ck urged, anxiety etched on his face.
Suddenly, their attention was drawn to a figure approaching them, armed with a menacing spear.
"HI HI HI HI~ Hello EVERYONE!~ My name? MY NAME?!~ It's-- It's Eldritch HAHAHAHA~," Eldritch cackled maniacally, his laughter sending shivers down their spines as he advanced toward them.
Meet Eldritch, a fierce warrior hailing from Aetheria, known for his proficiency with the spear. At the age of 20, he stands tall at 6 feet 1 inch and weighs 94 kilograms, his imposing figure a testament to his strength and skill in combat.
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Eldritch's face
"Yuck! Your face makes my stomach turn," Kazaks yelled, repulsed by Eldritch's abrupt appearance.
"M-m-m-me?!~ Disgust you?!?! How DARE you!!" Eldritch roared madly, charging toward them with his spear aimed at their direction.
"Andhur, shield Ruby! Captain Zach would be furious if she's harmed! I'll take care of this! AAAAAA!" Kazaks bellowed, swinging his war hammer at Eldritch with all his might.
"Understood!" Andhur acknowledged, ready to protect Ruby from any harm.
As Kazaks and Eldritch clashed, the air crackled with tension and the sound of metal meeting metal echoed through the battlefield.
"You're nothing but a madman!" Kazaks grunted through clenched teeth, parrying Eldritch's spear strikes with his war hammer.
"Madman? HA! I'm a force of chaos, you fool!" Eldritch retorted, his eyes wild with fervor as he lunged forward again, thrusting his spear with deadly precision.
Kazaks dodged the attack narrowly, his adrenaline pumping as he countered with a powerful swing of his war hammer.
"Is that all you've got, you lunatic?!" Kazaks taunted, his voice ringing with defiance as he continued to engage Eldritch in combat.
Eldritch laughed maniacally, his movements becoming more erratic as he pressed the attack, each strike fueled by his twisted determination to bring chaos and destruction to his foes.
The battle raged on, each warrior locked in a fierce struggle for dominance, their fates hanging in the balance as they fought with all their strength and skill.
