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Chapter 264- Resolution (2)
🕑 Added 2024-06-27 15:31:51 +0000 UTCChapter 264- Resolution (2)
“I can't just stand by and watch,” Willow said, his voice resolute. “I have to fight. I have to protect the world, even if I'm the only one who can.”
Willow, his heart hammering against his ribs, offered the Sage a half-truth. 'Because I am weak,' he whispered, the words laced with a bitter truth that resonated deep within him.
The Sage seemed to ponder these words, the air around him heavy with silence. Then, with a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the world, he removed his blindfold. Willow, his breath catching in his throat, found himself staring at two empty sockets where the Sage's eyes should have been. They were devoid of any trace of an eye, no cornea, iris, or even a suggestion of an eyeball – just empty, hollow craters.
Willow, despite knowing the Sage was blind from the game, felt a jolt of shock course through him. This was different. This was far more… disturbing. In the game, the Sage had simply had vacant, white eyes, nothing out of the ordinary for someone blind. But this… This was as if his eyes had been brutally ripped away, leaving behind a grotesque, chilling void.
'You look surprised,' the Sage stated, his voice calm and steady despite the horror Willow felt.
Willow could only nod, the words caught in his throat. 'What… what happened?' he stammered, the question hanging in the air like a desperate plea for understanding.
He had to know if this was the same as the game, if the Sage had lost his sight through some unknown force, or if this was the butterfly effect wreaking havoc on the world.
The Sage sighed, a sound like wind whistling through a graveyard, and replaced the blindfold. 'Ask no more, dear Maiden. I did not show you my 'eyes' to gain your pity.'
'Then why?' Willow pressed, his voice edged with an urgency he couldn't control.
The Sage turned away, his gaze drifting towards the gladiatorial arena where countless battles raged. His focus, however, fell upon two figures, their presence electrifying the air. One, a wolf-kin with an aura of raw steel that seemed to crackle around him, and the other, a half-elf mage wielding the power of all the elements, their magic shimmering like a tapestry of light.
He looked back at Willow, his blindfold shrouding his features in a veil of mystery. 'What interesting people you've gathered around yourself, Maiden.' His voice softened, carrying a hint of amusement. 'But perhaps the most interesting person on this stage is you – A Maiden That Fights.'
A chuckle, low and tinged with a hint of something else, something darker, escaped his lips. 'Looks like this time will be the most interesting yet,' he murmured, his words laced with a cryptic promise.
'Stand, Maiden,' he said, his voice a low rumble that carried the weight of centuries.
A warmth bloomed in Willow's chest, a feeling he hadn't experienced in years. It wasn't pride, not exactly, but something akin to validation, a recognition of his worth in a world where he often felt like a shadow. He clung to the Sage's hand, feeling the strength of the old man course through him, and allowed himself to be pulled upright.
The Sage's gaze then shifted, following the arc of his outstretched finger towards the stage. There, perched atop a mountain of unconscious opponents, sat a towering figure, his laughter echoing across the arena, a symphony of savage glee. His physique was a testament to years of unbridled physical prowess, every muscle defined, every line a testament to his might.
'That man,' the Sage spoke, his voice grave, 'is someone you need to be wary of.'
Willow, his curiosity piqued, simply uttered, 'Why?'
'He is the epitome of freedom, the embodiment of the untamed wilderness,' the Sage replied, his voice laced with a hint of caution. He scanned Willow from head to toe, his eyes lingering on the curve of Willow's hips, the gentle fullness of his frame. 'Even in a place as open as this, there is no telling what a brutal savage like him will do to a Maiden of your beauty.'
The warmth within Willow evaporated, replaced by a chilling dread. It struck him then, with the cruel clarity of a sunrise, a truth he had long tried to ignore: the Brutal King. The stories whispered in hushed tones, the fear that permeated the very air around him, all came crashing down. The king, with his insatiable hunger for beauty, his penchant for taking what he desired, his utter disregard for any semblance of morality or decency.
Willow's breath caught in his throat. He knew the king's reputation all too well, the whispered tales of his cruelty, his unbridled savagery. Willow, with his soft features and the curves of his body, was exactly the kind of prey that would draw the king's attention.
He nodded, his throat tight, as the weight of the Sage's words settled upon him like a leaden cloak. 'Thank you,' he managed to rasp, his voice strained.
Just as he was about to ask for more details, a deafening clang echoed across the arena, the sound of a gong announcing the end of the first stage. The MC materialized above them, his voice booming across the echoing expanse.
'THE ELIMINATION ROUND IS OVER!' he roared, his words electrifying the air, 'NOW, FOR THE REAL BATTLE BEGINS!'
