CHAPTER 150: WAR ZONE

The ruins of the bridge’s stone arches crumbled while their surfaces were etched with faded runes that flickered weakly.

Level 7 Rare Necrofell Ghouls guarded the crossing, while their decayed forms lurched from the shadows of the riverbank, their skeletal claws glowes with Veil energy, their necrotic cores pulsed with malevolent intent, their guttural groans echoed like a death knell across the desolate expanse.

Kelvin’s fire lances flared with icy precision, their flames pierced the ghouls’ cores, sending sparks flying across the riverbank, Xerion’s vortexes burned through their decayed flesh, his golden eyes was locked on their writhing forms, his fiery breath seared through their ranks.

Lyra’s shadow cages snapped shut with dark, shimmering force, their tendrils binding the ghouls’ claws, immobilizing their lunging attacks, Salaris’s talons passed through their brittle spines, her screeches forced out their groans, while her wings was cutting through the haze.

Darius’s soulstone blasts disrupted the ghouls’ necrotic pulses while their silver energy stabilized the chaotic currents that surged from the river, Rhoam’s charges also crushed their skeletal forms and his obsidian plates deflected their claw swipes with unyielding strength while his growl shoke the ruins with thunderous force.

The river’s necrotic currents corroded with their runes and their violet energy moved away at the gauntlets’ glow, forcing the trio to consult Mealin’s necrotic-sealing tome, its pages combined sealing techniques to counter the corrosion.

Kelvin etched fire runes into the riverbank while their ember glow countered the river’s necrotic energy, their heat was sizzling against the water, forming a protective barrier.

Lyra wove shadow barriers and their dark energy shielded their gear from the corrosive pulses, their tendrils was. snapped with precision.

Darius sealed the currents with soulstream runes, their silver glow stabilized the battlefield, their synergy was a seamless dance of fire, shadow, and soulstream energies, their beasts were moving in perfect unison.

The ghouls’ numbers were relentless, their decayed forms surged from the river’s shadows with their necrotic cores pulsing with increasing intensity, their claws slashed with Veil-enhanced ferocity.

Kelvin’s fire lances burned brighter, their icy flames pierced multiple cores, Xerion’s vortexes, while swirling with fiery fury, incinerated clusters of ghouls, his hiss was a challenge that echoed across the river.

Lyra’s shadow cages bound the entire groups and their dark tendrils wove a net of shimmering energy, Salaris’s talons slashed through their spines, while her screeches guided the Crest through the chaos.

Darius’s soulstone blasts immediately countered pulses of. the river with their silver energy anchoring the battlefield, Rhoam’s charges smashed through the ghouls’ ranks, his obsidian plates kept gleaming while his growl was a thunderous roar.

The battle raged for hours, the riverbank trembled under the onslaught of the Crest while the necrotic currents was surging with greater force, but the Crest’s synergy was held firm, their runes flared brighter while their beasts were overwhelming the ghouls.

As the last ghoul fell, its necrotic core shattered, its decayed form crumbled into the river, the waters also swallowed its remains.

The Crest salvaged a cache of necrotic essence from the defeated ghouls, its violet glow was pulsing faintly as a vital tool for their runes.

The bridge’s collapse forced a diversion through a zombie-infested ravine, its narrow walls pulses with necrotic fissures while their violet glow illuminated shambling figures.

Rogue zombies were drawn by the battle’s chaos, their decayed limbs were twitching with Veil energy and their groans echoed through the ravine.

Salaris scouted ahead, her talons was cutting through scouts with lethal precision, her screeches was guiding the Crest through the ravine’s twists, her wings casted shadows that danced across the walls.

Xerion’s vortexes burned through the zombie clusters as their ashes were scattered across the cracked earth, while Rhoam’s charges smashed through the debris like shattered stones, necrotic bones, twisted vines and his valor rune blazing brightly.

Darius reflected on Ironholt’s fall, his father’s sealing lessons guided his soulstone blasts and their silver energy shattered the zombies’ cores, Rhoam’s growl steadied his fear of the unknown, their bond was a radiant flame against the ravine’s horrors.

A cultist sigil carved into the bridge’s ruins, its violet runes pulsed faintly, which hinted at the cult’s role in spawning the ghouls, their Veil energy was linked to the Abyssal Hollow’s zombie den as a warning that sharpened the Crest’s vigilance as they navigated the ravine’s treacherous paths.

On day four, the Crest emerged from the ravine, their gauntlets flaring with renewed energy, their beasts vigilant as they pressed deeper into the Plains, the necrotic fissures growing more frequent, their violet glow intensifying with every step.

Mealin’s map guided their path, its markings of safe routes and cult outposts a constant reminder of the dangers ahead, the zombie den’s threat looming closer.

Kelvin’s fire lances seared through rogue zombies that lunged from hidden fissures while their necrotic cores pulsed weakly, Xerion’s vortexes burned through their decayed forms as his fiery hiss echoed through the Plains.

Lyra’s shadow cages bound the clusters of zombies, as their dark tendrils snapped shut with precision, immediately Salaris’s talons sliced through their spines, her screeches was a beacon through the haze.

Darius’s soulstone blasts stabilized the fissures’ chaotic energies, their silver glow was countering the Veil’s malice, Rhoam’s charges smashed through necrotic traps with his growl a steady anchor.

The trio salvaged more necrotic essence, its violet glow pulsed in their hands as their runes kept growing stronger with each victory, their synergy was a testament to their shared purpose.

The Plains’ desolation was weighed heavily, the zombie groans was a constant reminder of the villages’ plight, but the Crest’s resolve that burned brighter, their Veilbane Medals gleamed with purpose while their beasts’ bonds a flame against the darkness.

On day five, a necrotic storm trapped the Crest in a ravaged camp, its crumbling tents and shattered crates were littered with dune fragments and cultist runes, their violet etchings glowed faintly and the air was thick with the guttural groans of approaching zombies with their decayed forms shambling from the shadows.

Those cultists became allied with Vark’s Crew that ambushed with sudden ferocity, their sleek skiffs roared into the camp and their rune-etched hulls kept pulsing with dune energy with their headlights casting harsh beams across the cracked earth, while illuminating the chaos in stark relief.

Wielding necrotic blades that glowed with violet malice, the cultists commanded Level 6 Rare Bonefang Wolves with their skeletal forms snarling, their fangs dripped with corrosive ichor that hissed against the ground as their eyes were glowing with Veil energy.

Kelvin’s fire lances also blazed with fury as their flames pierced the cultists’ blades, shattering their runes with sizzling precision, Xerion’s vortexes kept burning through the wolves’ bones and his fiery hiss was a challenge that drowned out their snarls, his golden eyes were locked on the skiffs.

Lyra’s shadow cages ensnared the wolves as their dark tendrils binded their skeletal limbs, Salaris’s talons slashed through their spines with lethal accuracy, her screeches echoed through the storm’s chaos, her wings also cut through the haze.

Darius’s soulstone blasts countered the cultists’ necrotic pulses, while their silver energy kept stabilizing the chaotic battlefield, Rhoam’s charges smashed through skiffs and his obsidian plates deflected blade strikes with unyielding strength, his growl was a thunderous roar that shook the camp’s ruins.

The storm’s pulses disrupted their synchronization while disturbing their minds with visions of their hometowns’ destruction.

The Valebreach’s mines collapsed under a wyrm’s wrath, Duskfall’s groves burned in a cultist raid, Ironholt’s spires kept falling to a spectral beast while forcing Lyra to weave shadow barriers and their dark energy shielded the group from the storm’s assault while Kelvin to stabilize with fire runes, their ember glow countered the necrotic pulses and Darius to seal the necrotic traps that were hidden among the crates, their runes pulsed with Veil malice.

The Crest’s synergy was held firm, as their beasts were overwhelming the foes in a whirlwind of fire, shadow, and force, their attacks was a seamless dance of destruction that left the camp littered with shattered skiffs and defeated wolves.

A cultist fell although his necrotic blade was dimm and Kelvin salvaged a necrotic talisman from his robes, its violet glow pulsed faintly, which was a potent tool to counter the zombie den’s power, its energy resonating with the necrotic essence they had gathered.

Lyra reflected on Elara’s death by rogue beasts and her shadow traps honored her sister’s courage, Salaris’s screeches was a lifeline against the unseen, while her resolve kept burning brighter than the storm’s chaos.

A cultist’s dying words was "The necrotic awakening draws near" which was linked to Vark’s Crew to the zombie den’s creation, their greed was a shadow that loomed over the Abyssal Hollow, a chilling warning of escalating threats that sharpened the Crest’s focus.

The storm’s aftermath left the camp silent with the necrotic pulses fading, the cultists and wolves defeated with their necrotic energies that were dispersed.

The Crest regrouped themselves and their gauntlets was flaring as they examined their loot, the necrotic talisman’s energy pulsing in Kelvin’s hand, its violet glow a reminder of the cult’s influence.

Lyra studied the camp’s cultist runes, with their intricate patterns revealing a network of Veil outposts and their locations were marked on Mealin’s map, a guide for the journey ahead.