Chapter 1661 Kizamgaar's Ruins
Kizamgaar's ruins. Brol forest. Continent of Onianum. Labh Salem.
Deep within the enchanted heart of Brol Forest lay the mysterious and perilous Kizamgaar's Ruins, a place veiled in ancient mystique and shadowed by the whispering leaves.
Brol Forest was always known to harbor arcane energies that danced through the air, enchanting the very essence of the towering trees and mystical magic that stretched far and wide.
This mystical woodland was home to mana beasts, creatures whose forms were sculpted by the pulsating energies of the forest. Fauna with luminescent hides, ethereal wings, and eyes that gleamed with untold secrets roamed freely.
Yet, amidst this magical splendor, there existed a place that defied the benign nature of the forest—Kizamgaar's Ruins. The air in this forsaken enclave was heavy with an eerie silence, disrupted only by the distant whispers of the trees. The ruins, ancient and worn, stood as a testament to a forgotten era.
The danger that permeated Kizamgaar's Ruins did not emanate solely from the dilapidated structures. It arose from the malevolent entities that lingered in the shadows.
Demonic beings, twisted and dark, had claimed this forsaken realm as their own. The very ground seemed to pulse with an ominous energy, an unseen heartbeat that synced with the malice dwelling within.
As one ventured deeper, the air became charged with a palpable sense of malevolence. Sinister whispers echoed through the crumbling corridors, telling tales of the once-great civilization that succumbed to an ancient darkness. A common theme in Labh Salem for as long as one can remember.
Wandering through the remnants of Kizamgaar's Ruins was to tread a perilous path, for demonic entities lay in wait, hungry for the souls of unsuspecting intruders.
Few dared to traverse the tangled labyrinth of Brol Forest to reach the heart of Kizamgaar's Ruins. The ancient whispers and demonic shadows stood as silent sentinels, guarding the secrets buried beneath the ruins and warning those who would dare to unravel the mysteries of this enchanted, yet perilous, realm.
The architecture of Kizamgaar's Ruins, now reduced to a crumbling testament of a bygone era, spoke of a once-thriving city that had succumbed to the relentless march of time.
Dilapidated structures, their grandeur now a distant memory, loomed like a ghost of the past over the forsaken landscape. Fallen pillars and shattered archways hinted at the former magnificence of a city that had flourished in the embrace of magic.
Among the remnants of this ancient metropolis, a particular city square stood out, its past glory now overshadowed by a palpable aura of demonic might. Once a bustling hub of activity, the square had been a vibrant center for commerce, celebrations, and communal gatherings. The stones beneath had witnessed the laughter of children, the haggling of merchants, and the joyous festivities that colored the city's past.
Now, the city square lay twisted and distorted, transformed into a festering ground for demonic energies. The once-paved stones, were now cracked and uneven. The air, thick with an unnatural stillness, seemed to quiver with an unseen force that whispered of ancient curses and the residue of dark rituals.
The fountain at the center, once adorned with intricate carvings and cascading water, now stood stagnant and corrupted. Its waters, once a source of life and purity, now looked dangerously green as if it had been turned into a vicious poison.
Visitors who dared to tread upon the distorted cobblestones of this accursed square could feel the weight of the past pressing upon them.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the ruins, the city square became a haunting spectacle—a stark reminder of the city's tragic fate and a chilling testament to the potent forces that had transformed a lively metropolis into the desolate and malevolent realm, which eventually came to be known as Kizamgaar's Ruins.
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As the eerie night descended upon Kizamgaar's Ruins, a haunting tranquility settled over the forsaken city, accentuated by the full moon's luminous glow. The air was thick with a sense of foreboding, and in the distance, the mournful howls of wolves echoed through the silence, carried on the ethereal breeze that swept through the crumbling structures.
In the heart of the once-vibrant city square, bathed in the silvery light of the full moon, an unexpected gathering emerged from the shadows. Seven figures, cloaked in dark robes and surrounded by an entourage of 25 demonic beings, stepped into the open, revealing themselves as the long-hidden coven known as Helenbora.
Step. Step. Step.
The presences stepped forward, their strides deliberate. Some within the group were excited about what they were about to do while the others were nervous. Of course, the ones who felt nervous weren't nervous because of what they were about to do. Instead, they were stressed because of the fact that they were being hunted.
At the forefront of the ominous assembly stood Clauria Helenbora, the bewitching leader of the coven. Despite the malevolence that emanated from her presence, there was an undeniable allure to Clauria's beauty.
Her raven-black hair cascaded in loose waves around her shoulders, framing a face that bore the timeless elegance of a sorceress. With eyes that gleamed like twin orbs of molten silver, she surveyed the desolate city square with an air of authority.
'This… this is perfect. Hilbeli has indeed chosen a great place for a ritual. This place feels like a grand-scale demonic ritual was performed here in the past,' Clauria concluded as she looked around while continuing her stride.
She knew that the lingering demonic energies might make it a bit difficult for her to maintain her demonic circle. However, she didn't want to complain. They didn't have the luxury of time to "optimize" the place for a fresh demonic ritual. In short, they did not have time to optimize the place with fresh blood and sacrifices.
"This full moon has convinced me. Looks like The time is ripe for us to perform the ritual. I just hope we summon a strong demon this time. Strong enough to destroy all of our problems in one go," the head witch said out loud, revealing her aim for the night to her group.
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