a statue of a man. It was installed in a corner yet well-cleaned and statue depicted a man with ornamted noble clothes and a crown with flower symbols. Theron tried to sense hidden parts of the statue and there was his senses told statue eyes were earily looked like living human, so kicked its head to reveal a flower which looked like dark paper. He bought a magic awakening potion from his system for 4 energy points. Then, He poured it on the flower. A uncomforable silence descanded in the room, air felt like it had weight, statue started to seem like it was being covered by dark greenish grasses. Suddenly, flower sliced his arms and its essence went inside his body. Theron suffered an agonizing pain and fainted.
I woke up, feeling a sharp pain in my chest. It was unlike any pain I had ever felt before, and it seemed to radiate throughout my entire body. As I sat up, I noticed a small, glowing flower symbol on my finger. It was a magical seal, devised by Garth Gardener, that could enhance one's affinity with magic and increase overall stats. Curious, I reached out and snapped my fingers. Suddenly, a surge of energy coursed through me, and I could feel a deep connection to nature. I closed my eyes and let the sensation wash over me, reveling in the newfound power that coursed through my veins.
It was as if the flower had unlocked something within me, something that had been dormant for far too long.
With a burst of energy, I opened my eyes and pointed my finger at the flower. A beam of light shot out of my finger, enveloping the flower. I watched in amazement as the flower began to transform. Its petals turned a vibrant shade of purple, and small sparks of magic danced around it.
With newfound confidence and strength, I began to experiment with my powers. I summoned vines to wrap around my arms, and they obeyed my every command. I called upon the wind to lift me off the ground, and I soared above the treetops. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced, and I felt invincible.
But as I pushed my abilities to their limits, the pain in my hand returned. This time, it was more intense, almost unbearable. And then, just as quickly as it had come, it was gone. But this time, I understood. The pain was a warning, a sign that I needed to be careful with my powers.
As I made my way to outside, I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and excitement for what the future held. With my newfound connection to nature and my enhanced magical abilities, I knew that anything was possible in this realm. And I couldn't wait to see what other secrets this world held in store for me.
I packed all of my belongings, headed to gate for my way to Kingslanding.
The air was thick with a somber stillness as I trudged through the dense forest, the fading light of dusk casting an ominous glow over the twisted, gnarled branches that reached out like crooked fingers above my head. The sound of my boots crunching against the dead leaves and twigs beneath my feet was the only thing that broke the eerie silence, save for the occasional unnerving call of a lone raven in the distance.
I gripped the hilt of my sword tightly, my senses heightened as I cautiously made my way along the winding path towards Kingslanding. The foreboding feeling that I was not alone crept up my spine, setting my nerves on edge. Suddenly, a twig snapped, and I whirled around just in time to see a band of rough-looking men emerge from the shadows, their eyes glinting with malice.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" one of them sneered, leveling a rusty blade in my direction. "Looks like we've got ourselves a lost traveler."
I narrowed my eyes, my fingers tightening around the hilt of my sword as I felt the familiar tingle of arcane energy begin to crackle at my fingertips. "I am no lost traveler," I said, my voice low and dangerous. "And you would do well to turn back the way you came."
The bandits erupted into mocking laughter, surrounding me in a tight circle. "You've got quite the mouth on you, don't you?" another one of them sneered, brandishing a wickedly curved dagger. "But I think it's time we taught you a lesson."
In a flash, I unleashed a barrage of searing of vines, the green arcane power crackling through the air and slamming into the closest bandits with bone-shattering force. They howled in agony, their flesh smoking as they crumpled to the ground. But the others pressed on, their blades glinting in the fading light as they lunged at me.
With lightning-fast reflexes, I dodged their attacks, my sword a blur as I parried and riposted, the steel ringing out in the still forest air. I felt no remorse, no hesitation - this was merely a practice session, a chance to hone my skills against these pitiful foes.
I danced through the melee, my movements a deadly, graceful ballet as I weaved between my attackers, my blade finding weak points in their defenses with unerring precision. Limbs were severed, throats were slit, and soon the ground was littered with the broken, bleeding bodies of my would-be assailants.
As the last bandit fell, I paused, surveying the carnage with a cold, detached gaze. There was no satisfaction, no sense of victory - this had simply been a necessary task, a means to an end. I sheathed my sword and continued on my way, the twilight shadows swallowing me up as I disappeared into the forest, leaving the scene of bloodshed and death behind.
As I continued my journey through the dark, foreboding forest, the adrenaline from my recent encounter began to wear off, leaving me feeling unsettled and on edge. The lifeless bodies of the bandits I had so brutally dispatched still seemed to linger in the shadows, their anguished cries echoing in my mind.
I quickened my pace, my grip tightening on the hilt of my sword as I scanned the twisted, gnarled trees for any sign of further threats. The forest seemed to have taken on an even more sinister air, the shadows deepening and the air growing colder. I could feel the weight of my actions pressing down on me, a growing sense of unease settling in the pit of my stomach.
Despite my best efforts to remain focused and alert, my mind kept drifting back to the violence I had unleashed. I had taken lives without a second thought, my only concern being the preservation of my own. But now, as the adrenaline faded, I found myself questioning the ease with which I had dispatched those men.
Were they truly evil, deserving of such a brutal fate? Or had they simply been desperate, driven to banditry by circumstances beyond their control? The thought troubled me, and I found it diffucult to continue with a growing sense of guilt and remorse.
As the path began to widen, indicating that I was nearing the edge of the forest, I paused, taking a deep, steadying breath.
But for now, the pressing need to reach my destination outweighed the turmoil in my mind. With a renewed sense of purpose, I pressed on, my quickened superhuman speed echoing through the twilight-shrouded trees as I made my way towards the faint glimmer of light that signaled the end of the forest and a clear view of the capital.