DRAMA NOVEL ONLINE Chapter Eclipsarians' Awakening
-Minstrel Chalice-
Geran and Kiryo maintained their conversation with Agnus. Geran’s unease about his sister, Rosche, and Eamon’s dangerous mission weighed heavily on him. “Agnus, you mentioned the Darkbane tribe. Kiryo and I are well aware of the threat they’re facing. But Rosche and Eamon are stepping into this situation without knowing what they’re up against,” he admitted.
Agnus, now a bit recovered, nodded in understanding. “I can only imagine your worry, my friend. The Darkbane tribe is a formidable and ruthless adversary, and it’s troubling that your friends might be unaware of the danger.”
Kiryo, sensing Geran’s distress, made a suggestion. “Geran, why don’t you stay with Agnus here? I’ll go to the city entrance and wait for Rosche and Eamon. We have to trust in their strength and resourcefulness. I’ll make sure they’re safe when they return.”
Geran appreciated Kiryo’s reassurance but couldn’t shake his anxiety. “You’re right, Kiryo. I should stay with Agnus, but I can’t help but fear for my sister. She’s new to her powers, and Eamon, He can be a bit impulsive. I just hope they come back unharmed.”
Kiryo offered a comforting smile. “I understand your concerns. I’ll go meet them and ensure their safety. You can be here to greet them when they arrive.”
With that, Kiryo departed from the Minstrel Chalice, heading to the city entrance to await Rosche and Eamon, while Geran remained by Agnus’s side, torn between hope and anxiety as he prayed for his sister’s safe return.
The battle raged on relentlessly, a cataclysmic clash between light and darkness, as Eamon and Rosche valiantly faced off against the relentless forces of the Darkbane tribe. It was a struggle that would be etched into the annals of time, a dance of life and death played out on a stage of conflict.
Vernit, the leader of the tribe, known for his cunning and mastery of the arcane arts, sought to turn the tide in his favor. He reached for a treasure of Aquaterra, the Cerulean Bind, a magical rope as ancient as the oceans themselves. Its threads shimmered with the purest azure, a color as vast and boundless as the sky. It held within it the power to calm even the most agitated of creatures and immobilize them, rendering them helpless.
Eamon found himself ensnared by the Cerulean Bind, his struggles growing futile as the magical rope tightened its grip. His movements were restricted, and his breath quickened as he desperately sought to free himself. Vernit, a sinister glint in his eyes, approached Eamon with lethal intent, sword in hand.
But hope had not abandoned them. From the corner of her eye, Rosche witnessed Eamon’s dire predicament. Her heart filled with determination, and without hesitation, she lunged forward to engage Vernit, her friend’s life hanging in the balance.
A duel of epic proportions ensued, an enthralling spectacle of swordplay and magic, as Rosche and Vernit clashed with unwavering resolve. Rosche’s newfound Eclipsarians magic was a formidable force, a fusion of celestial and elemental powers. She conjured solar flare bursts that seared through the air, blinding and dazzling her foe. Meteor strikes followed, striking the earth with explosive might.
Vernit, a Fulmigeni mage, responded with equal fervor. His Fulmigeni magic invoked the forces of fire and electricity, striking back with bolts of lightning, trying to match Rosche’s celestial might. The battlefield crackled with energy as the two forces of nature collided in a breathtaking display of power.
“Are you an Eclipsarians mage?” Vernit demanded, his voice filled with awe and curiosity amid the chaos of battle.
“I don’t know,” Rosche replied, her voice laced with determination as she continued her relentless assault. She could feel the surge of power within her, coursing through her like a river of starlight. She channeled it with a grace and control that belied her recent acquisition of these extraordinary abilities.
In an explosive climax, the two adversaries unleashed a power surge that sent shockwaves rippling through the battlefield. The sheer force of their magic created a shockwave that caused them both to stagger, momentarily disoriented.
But Rosche, despite her inexperience, had a reservoir of untapped potential. She forged a solar dagger, its radiant blade shimmering with celestial energy, and with a single, fluid motion, she cut the Cerulean Bind that held Eamon captive. Vernit stood there, aghast and bewildered.
“How did you cut the Cerulean Bind?” Vernit stammered, his voice betraying a sense of disbelief. “The Cerulean Bind is one of the rarest treasures of Aquaterra. Even the most agitated of creatures can’t break free from that rope. Who are you?”
Just as the question hung in the air, Eowyn and Davhil, emerged on the scene, their eyes fixated on the tumultuous scene unfolding before them. Vernit, his sword still pointed at Rosche, now faced the unexpected presence of the two strangers, his mind a whirlwind of questions and uncertainty.