"WHROOAOAAAA!"
"Activate defense mechanisms!" Aura's words resounded through the Mystic com, a directive issued to her fellow lionbeast warriors who stood ready beyond the chamber's walls. The urgency in her voice was palpable, the realization that this intrusion went beyond a simple theft driving her to rally her forces.
As the tiger's presence continued to ripple through the sanctum, the air itself seemed to crackle with tension. The illusion magic that had once concealed the core's true nature now stood revealed as a conduit of ancestral power. The tiger, a manifestation of that ancient heritage, stared down at the intruders with eyes that bore witness to eons of history.
all the guard respon, Gordon, The lionbeast Captain come to report
"Milady, I am sorry, I've been reckless"'.
"We'll talk about this later, now, surround the beast and restrain them, I will Handle Gorlan first"
"Yes, Milady", Gordon nod and Vanished.
Aura's announcement echoed beyond the chamber's confines, summoning her loyal forces to respond to the perceived threat. The sanctuary, once a realm of tranquility and secrets, was now a battleground where magic clashed and roars resounded.
The Lion's form held a regal poise, its presence an embodiment of the sanctuary's guardianship—a testament to the lengths the lionbeast tribe would go to protect their most cherished treasures. The ground beneath it continued to tremble, the very earth itself responding to the might that had been summoned.
With Aura momentarily distracted by their heated exchange, Gorlan seized the opportunity to make his escape. His heart pounding, he sprinted towards the concealed corner of the chamber where the transportation talisman lay. The urgency of his actions was palpable; every second counted as he fumbled to initiate the complex process.
"Activate the transportation talisman," Gorlan muttered through gritted teeth, his hands moving with a haste that bordered on desperation. The talisman's intricate runes and symbols glowed beneath his touch, responding to his command as he sought to harness its power.
A bead of sweat formed on Gorlan's brow as the talisman's activation process began. He cast a quick, anxious glance over his shoulder, his heart racing in tandem with the pulsating magic of the chamber. One minute—sixty agonizing seconds—separated him from freedom or capture.
"Damn it, Fasteerr!" Gorlan's frustration boiled over as the seconds ticked by, each one stretching like an eternity. His mind raced, a jumble of thoughts and regrets echoing within him. The sanctuary's tranquil aura had become a tumultuous backdrop for his escape, a backdrop that seemed to taunt him with its deceptive stillness.
"I will die if I don't get out of here." Gorlan's muttered words held a note of desperation as he grappled with the mounting pressure. His fingers traced the talisman's intricate patterns, his movements fueled by both fear and determination.
As the talisman's glow intensified, Gorlan's heart raced in rhythm with its ethereal illumination. The chamber itself seemed to hold its breath, the air crackling with magic and tension. His mind raced through the implications of failure—the consequences not just for himself, but for the Order Hegemony's plans that now hinged on his escape.
Meanwhile, Aura's realization cut through the chamber's charged atmosphere. Her eyes narrowed as she grasped Gorlan's intentions, her voice a mix of anger and determination. "Don't think you can run away, Gorlan!"
Her voice echoed in the chamber, carrying with it the weight of their shared history and the pain of his betrayal. Gorlan's fingers continued to dance over the talisman's surface, the activation nearing completion. His gaze met Aura's, a tense standoff that held the promise of impending confrontation.
As Gorlan's widened eyes braced for the impending attack, Aura's determination surged through her as she unleashed her skill, "Crimson Fury." A torrent of fiery energy erupted from her palms, hurtling towards Gorlan with searing intensity. But just as the flames were about to engulf him, an unexpected phenomenon occurred.
With a fierce determination burning in her eyes, Aura unleashed a devastating technique known as the "Crimson Fury." As she soared through the air above, her form radiated an aura of searing energy. Her outstretched arms crackled with an intense crimson glow, resembling the very essence of flames.
With a swift motion, she brought her arms together, the energy coalescing into a concentrated sphere of blazing power. As she hurled the sphere downward, it streaked through the atmosphere, leaving behind a trail of fiery brilliance.
The impact of the attack was felt in a shockwave that reverberated through the air and goes to gorlan direction, carrying with it the scorching heat and force of Aura's fury. opponents in awe of her fiery might.
Gorlan's eyes widened, a mixture of fear and realization flooding his expression. "I will die, I will die," he thought desperately. In that intense moment, a flood of memories surged through his mind—the memories of his involvement with the Order, the secret organization. Their promise echoed in his thoughts, a promise that had once seemed like salvation. They had vowed to bring his lover back to life and offer him riches beyond measure. It was a promise made after tragedy had struck; his beloved had lost his life during a perilous mission they embarked on together.
In the depths of his despair, a mysterious figure emerged from the shadows. This enigmatic man offered Gorlan a lifeline, a chance to undo the pain of loss. With a proposal that seemed like a glimmer of hope, he extended an offer to revive Gorlan's fallen lover.
Just as Aura's fiery attack was about to engulf Gorlan, a surreal event transpired. An aura of ethereal light enveloped Aura, emanating from an enigmatic artifact known as the "Stasis Shard." Crafted with intricate precision, the shard emitted a mesmerizing glow that defied the turmoil surrounding it. Upon contact with its smooth surface, a surge of ancient magic was unleashed, creating a field of temporal stasis that ensnared Aura within its grasp.
Time itself seemed to halt as Aura became trapped within the grip of the Stasis Shard's power. Her movements froze, her ability to react or resist was nullified, and the flames of her attack remained suspended in mid-air. This moment hung suspended in a strange fusion of reality and time, as if the world had paused to witness this extraordinary occurrence.
Amidst the chaos, the sudden intervention of the artifact sent shockwaves through the chamber. The guards, momentarily diverted from their tasks, were torn between the ongoing battle and the inexplicable event before them. The allure of the artifact's power cast a veil of mystery over the scene, leaving them in a state of bewildered uncertainty.
"An artifact? How is this possible?" Aura's inner turmoil was matched only by her determination to overcome the unexpected obstacle. She roared inwardly, her efforts to dispel the heavenly artifact met with stubborn resistance.
"Damn, I didn't die?" The incredulity in Gorlan's voice was matched only by the urgency that gripped him. He knew he had to seize this chance to flee the sanctuary, to escape the consequences of his betrayal.
Gorlan's mind raced as he run with fast speed and continue to wait the talisman to activate, 'hurry, hurry' he seized the opportunity to make his escape. With a renewed surge of desperation, his thoughts raced alongside the dwindling countdown.
As the seconds ticked away, the temporal stasis began to wane. The artifact's hold on Aura weakened, and she felt the first tendrils of movement returning to her limbs.
20 Seconds before the talisman being activated
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"I saved—" Gorlan say softly
But before his triumphant thought could fully form, a voice pierced through the chaos with a mocking smirk. "Why the hurry?" Gorlan's eyes widened as a figure emerged from the shadows—a handsome man who bore an air of mystery and intrigue, casting an enigmatic shadow over the chamber's tumultuous events.