As the group continued their arduous journey through the treacherous frozen wasteland, the absence of the Arezo family head remained an enigma. The Arezo knight, bewildered by his leader's disappearance, could only speculate that he had managed to escape. Doubts lingered among some of the knights, but the weight of their situation silenced their concerns, compelling them to follow the orders of the Parada family.
After a grueling week of relentless travel, the group finally reached the heart of the frozen wasteland. The sight that greeted them sent chills down their spines. As the group stood before the boss of the dungeon, a chilling sight greeted their eyes. The monstrous entity possessed an octopus-like head, with writhing tentacles that snaked outwards in all directions. Its large, bulbous eyes glowed with an intense blue radiance, like orbs of pure power and malevolence. The creature's head was perched atop a massive, hulking body that resembled that of a human, but with grotesque proportions. Thick, sinewy tentacles sprouted from its back, swaying ominously in the air as if ready to strike.
The boss exuded an aura of darkness and primal energy. Its entire form seemed to pulsate with an otherworldly power, its writhing tentacles extending and retracting in a hauntingly rhythmic manner. Thick, rusted chains were bound tightly around its limbs, seemingly forged from the very fabric of space itself. These chains, intricately designed, were embedded deep into the walls of the chamber, serving as restraints to keep the immense monster confined.
The chains emitted an eerie blue glow, crackling with suppressed energy. They strained against the force of the boss's struggles, creaking and groaning under immense pressure. Yet, despite the restraints, the creature exuded an air of sheer power and unpredictability, its every movement radiating with a dangerous intensity.
Surrounding the boss were thousands of pale monsters, an army of twisted creatures. Their pale skin contrasted starkly against the shadows. And between the army, two larger monsters stood tall, towering over the other creatures.
Hundreds of meters away, between chaotic formations of ice, Fray, Elisa, Montaser, Adam, and Norman gathered to discuss their plan of attack. Their gazes fixed on the menacing sight before them, they knew the stakes were high, and their strategy needed to be flawless.
"There are just two of them. It seems that the other two are out," Fray began, his voice firm. "Then, as we planned before, our best chance is to divide our forces. We will confront the boss directly, while the knights engage the monster army."
Montaser nodded in agreement. "Yes, this is really our best chance. Although I can feel that the boss is strong, maybe even on the ninth rank, I don't think it will be able to use its full power. If we unite our power, our chances will be very high."
Elisa furrowed her brow as she realized the problem they now faced. "But who will guide the knights now that I will join the fight against the boss?"
In the original plan, Elisa was supposed to lead the knights against the horde of monsters, but with Lester absent, their plans had to change.
Fray glanced at Elisa, understanding what she was saying. "Lester's absence changes things. But no problem I have a good candidate to lead the knights."
After the discussion about the battle plan, the group spread out to prepare themselves. Elisa, however, stayed beside Fray, who was looking at the huge monster with a distant expression. (A monster with such power is rare, even in the other continents. It's using the power of a law... there are no doubts about it. This monster is from the eighth continent, but how did it end up here? It's restrained as expected... just who restrained it with such powerful skill?) Fray pondered.
"Mr. Parada, Lady Elisa," a low voice interrupted Fray's thoughts, and he turned to see Seraphina, one of the leaders of the Arezo family knights.
"Did you summon me, Sir?" asked Seraphina.
"Yes, I summoned you," Fray said. "I've observed your skills in combat, and I'm impressed by your strength and leadership."
Seraphina regarded Fray with a mix of curiosity and caution. "Thank you, Mr. Parada. But why are you saying this?" she inquired, her voice laced with skepticism.
Fray maintained a calm expression. "I want you to lead the knights in this battle."
Seraphina's eyes widened slightly, a mixture of surprise and pride reflecting in her gaze. She had always dedicated herself to honing her skills, striving to become a capable leader. Fray's recognition of her abilities was both unexpected and gratifying.
"I... I'm honored by your offer," Seraphina replied, her voice tinged with gratitude. "I accept your proposition, and I will do my utmost to lead the knights to victory."
Fray nodded approvingly, his confidence in his decision affirmed. Turning to Elisa, who had been observing the exchange, he motioned for her to step forward.
"Elisa," Fray addressed her, "please share with Seraphina everything she needs to know about the formation and tactics of the Parada family knights."
Elisa stepped forward. "Alright, Sir."
As night fell upon the frozen wasteland, the group settled in for a restless sleep. Tension hung in the air, and an eerie silence blanketed the campsite. The knights gathered around a crackling fire, their eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and nervousness.
The flickering flames cast dancing shadows on the faces of the knights, accentuating the lines of weariness etched on their brows. Huddled close, they sought warmth and comfort in the midst of the frigid surroundings. Yet, their silence spoke volumes. They all knew that the final battle was tomorrow, the most dangerous battle they had ever fought in.
Amidst the silent gathering, Fray stood at a distance, his gaze fixed upon the monstrous boss restrained before them. Seraphina, now entrusted with the role of leading the knights, stood beside him, her gaze mirroring his intensity. Both figures stood in contemplative silence, absorbing the magnitude of the task before them.
The vast, frozen landscape stretched out in all directions, creating a desolate backdrop to the scene. The moonlight bathed the terrain in an ethereal glow, illuminating the ice-capped mountains in the distance. The stillness of the night seemed to amplify the sound of their own breaths, each inhaling a reminder of the imminent clash with the dark forces that lay in wait.
"Do you really think we can win against such a creature ?" Adam approached Montaser and asked.
Montaser turned to face Adam, his expression emotionless. "Adam," he said, his voice calm and steady, "yes, with him on our side, I think we will win."
Adam looked at Montaser with calm eyes for a second before he sighed slowly. "It will always be a puzzle for me. Why do you trust him this much?"
Hi, guys I hope you're doing well and for the Muslims AID MUbARAK--- So I just want to see that I will take some time to write the upcoming battle, I want it to be LEGENDARY, not much maybe three or four days I hope you understand
