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Medieval adventure || Kinger [The amazing digital circus]

In the latest twisted adventure orchestrated by Caine, the gang found themselves thrust into a magical medieval kingdom, complete with towering castles, lush forests, and mystical creatures. The vibrant colors and enchanting atmosphere should have been a welcome break from the usual chaos of the circus, but everyone knew that Caine never did anything without an unsettling twist.

Y/n had wandered off with Pomni earlier in the day, intrigued by the icy mountains in the distance, their peaks sparkling under the sunlight. They didn't expect their curiosity to turn into something far more dangerous. As they climbed higher, the air grew colder, and soon, they were caught in a sudden blizzard, the howling wind pushing them off the path and into a cave that seemed to be waiting for them.

"I think we should turn back," Pomni said nervously, her voice barely audible over the wind. She clutched her arms, shivering despite the heavy cloak she had found earlier. "This doesn't feel right."

Y/n hesitated, glancing deeper into the cave. Something about it called to her. "Just a little further. There's something in here... I can feel it."

But as soon as Y/n took another step, the ground beneath her gave way. She let out a gasp as she fell into a hidden chamber below, the temperature dropping drastically. The last thing she heard was Pomni's frantic shouting before everything went dark.

When Y/n awoke, her body felt cold—too cold. She tried to move, but something was wrong. Glancing down at her hands, she gasped. Her skin was pale, almost translucent, and ice crystals clung to her fingertips. Her breath came out in visible puffs, and the coldness within her seemed to pulse like a heartbeat. 

She had become an Ice Walker—an ancient being of frost and magic, cursed to live forever in icy solitude.

Pomni scrambled down to her side, wide-eyed and panicked. "Y/n! What happened to you?!"

"I don't know..." Y/n whispered, her voice trembling, not from fear, but from the sheer cold that now coursed through her veins. "I can feel it... I'm freezing from the inside out."

Panicked and unsure of what to do, Pomni helped Y/n back to the village, hoping someone—anyone—could help. When they arrived, the townspeople recoiled in fear. Ice Walkers were dangerous, cursed beings, and no one wanted to go near them. Y/n could see the fear in their eyes, the whispers of "monster" and "curse" spreading through the crowd.

Kinger, who had been overseeing the town's defenses against potential threats, rushed over as soon as he saw Pomni and Y/n. His eyes widened when he saw what had happened to her. "Y/n... no..."

"We need to do something!" Pomni cried, looking to Kinger for help. "There has to be a way to reverse this!"

Kinger's mind raced. He had heard rumors of powerful magic users in the kingdom, people who could bend the rules of life and death, curse and cure. One such person was Orbsman, a mysterious sorcerer who lived on the outskirts of the kingdom. However, Orbsman's magic was frowned upon by the kingdom's council, as it was often deemed "illicit" and too dangerous to use.

"We have to find Orbsman," Kinger said, determination setting in. "He's the only one who might be able to reverse this."

The group made their way to Orbsman's hidden tower, a place shrouded in mystery and rumored to be filled with forbidden magic. When they arrived, Orbsman, a tall figure draped in dark robes with glowing blue eyes, eyed them warily.

"You know this magic is forbidden," Orbsman warned. "If I help you, it will come at a great cost."

"I don't care what it costs," Kinger said, standing firm. "You have to cure her. She doesn't deserve this."

Orbsman glanced at Y/n, who was now barely able to stand as the icy curse spread further through her body. He sighed deeply. "Very well. But you must be prepared for the consequences."

Just as Orbsman began to prepare the magic, dark forces descended upon the tower. A group of shadowy figures stormed in, kidnapping Orbsman before he could perform the ritual. The group was left in disarray, and the hopes of curing Y/n seemed to vanish.

"We need to get him back!" Pomni shouted, panic rising in her voice.

Kinger's resolve hardened. He wouldn't let this curse take Y/n away. Without Orbsman, Y/n's fate was sealed, and the town's fear of Ice Walkers meant that no one else would help. So, Kinger did the only thing he could think of—he rallied the townspeople.

At first, they were hesitant. "You want us to fight *for* an Ice Walker?" one villager asked, incredulous. "That's madness!"

Kinger slammed his fist on the table. "Y/n is one of us! She was cursed, and she needs our help. This isn't just about her—this is about standing up to the dark forces that would see all of us suffer. If we don't fight back now, who's next?"

Slowly, the townspeople began to murmur in agreement. The fear that had held them back was replaced with a sense of duty, and they began to arm themselves for battle.

Kinger led the charge, shotgun in hand, as the group stormed the enemy's stronghold, where Orbsman was being held. It was a dangerous mission, with shadowy creatures lurking at every turn, but Kinger's determination never wavered. 

"Stay strong!" Kinger shouted, blasting away one of the creatures as they made their way deeper into the fortress.

Pomni stayed close to Y/n, who was weakening by the minute. "Hang in there," Pomni whispered. "We're going to get him back."

Finally, after what felt like hours of battling through the stronghold, they found Orbsman locked in a cell, guarded by a massive, hulking creature. Kinger and the townspeople fought fiercely, eventually defeating the creature and freeing Orbsman.

Without wasting any time, Orbsman performed the ritual right there in the dungeon. His hands glowed with a powerful light as he chanted ancient words, and slowly, the ice that had consumed Y/n's body began to melt away. Her skin returned to its normal color, and the frost that had threatened to overtake her dissipated.

When the ritual was complete, Y/n collapsed into Pomni's arms, exhausted but alive. 

"You did it," Pomni whispered, tears of relief in her eyes.

Kinger, battered and bruised, gave a weary smile. "I told you... we don't give up on our own."

The townspeople cheered as they returned home victorious, having not only saved Y/n but also proved that even in the face of fear and darkness, they could stand together and fight for what was right.