Defiance of the Fall 10: A LitRPG Adventure by TheFirstDefier & JF Brink

Author:TheFirstDefier & JF Brink [Brink, JF]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Aethon Books
Published: 2023-08-01T16:00:00+00:00

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Zac’s soul cried, unable to comprehend what he’d been forced to witness. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t see—his senses were filled with red and the screams of an ancient past. He desperately tried to escape, to scream for help—anything to break the vision that gripped him and was rapidly eroding his mind.

Suddenly, a soothing stream of golden warmth filled him, and his frantically beating heart gradually calmed. The ancient horror was still there—the comfort was but a firefly before a raging inferno. However, it was as though the vision of the courtyard didn’t want to be sullied, and for lack of a better word, it exited Zac’s mind on its own as the healing waves spread throughout his body.

Zac started to gain a sense of his surroundings, though the world was still steeped in red. He tried to clear his eyes, but his hands didn’t quite listen to him. So instead, he tried to ask what was going on, but only a slurred groan escaped from his lips.

“Just relax,” a low voice said by his side, and Zac arduously turned his eyes to see an elderly man holding his hands over Zac’s chest, and a beautiful shimmer was released onto his body.

It was Kantomir, one of the five devotees in the squad who weren’t researchers. He was a healer, and a D-grade one at that. Why was he here? Zac tried to force his harried mind to focus, and managed to take in what he was looking at.

Blood. Blood everywhere.

Zac was still in his compartment, but no longer inside the cultivation chamber. He was lying in a pool of blood in the middle of his social area, and the remaining splinters of the door to his inner chamber were lying all around him. The walls were covered with large swathes of sanguine red—not even the ceiling was spared.

Had he punched himself out of the cultivation chamber in his delirious state? Or had someone broken in to save him? And why had he lost enough blood to paint the whole room red?

“What the—What is going on here?” another gruff voice asked to the side, and Zac recognized the voice to belong to Teo.

Clearly, he was just as much at a loss as Zac himself about the situation. Furthermore, both he and Kantomir were fine, indicating the thing Zac just endured only applied to him.

“I—eurh…” Zac tried to force his mind to focus. “I don’t know. One minute the walls started to dance, the next I find myself on the floor out here. I might have had a deviation in my cultivation. Did you drag me out of there?”

“I was alerted about your state from the token and found you lying here screaming at the top of your lungs,” Kantomir explained before he turned to the Templar captain. “Is it the visions?”

“Visions?” Zac said, trying to look confused as he wiped the blood from his face.

The former wasn’t anything odd. The tokens all the Wandering Cultivators wore contained a tracking array that also monitored one’s vitals.

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