Savage Awakening 3: A LitRPG Apocalypse Adventure by Adastra339

Author:Adastra339 [Adastra339]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-09-15T00:00:00+00:00

226. Misty Isle (III)

Everything whited out. Went to static. Raw energy swallowing physical, releasing their shapes…

Slowly colors filtered back. Sound trickled into the ruins…

Level up!

Level up!

Essence Level 247 -> 249

Skill up!

Stormfire Smash III -> IV

Skill up!

Wish Upon A Star III -> IV

Zane stood there panting. Breathing in the smells of the crushed blackened world.

He smiled. Good.

He was still pretty pumped—but the Level-ups had healed him, body-wise. He had maybe half his essence in the tank. But he would get it back soon enough.

He was focused on his next Level. Just one away—that was when Reina thought it would happen. The next Class Evolution.

He turned to face her. She stood there gasping, hands on knees, all sweaty—her essence was nearly drained too. Zane had been careful to curve the blast around her. Now she smiled weakly up at him. Evan ran at him, tackled him in a hug. Avery scampered over and gave him a fist bump. “Alright!” she cheered.

But just when they were all starting to relax…

The cavern began to tremble.

And the ground shifted beneath their feet, uneasy, rocked on its axis—moved. By something else, some great weight shifting—and Zane felt a soul flare to life, a signal flare in the Astral Plane...

There came a cavernous gravelly roar. A roar that shivered the ice off the distant mountain-peaks.

And those giant Monstrous coils in the distance began to move.

Zane frowned.

There was a disturbance in the Astral Plane. A flex of raw power. Essence gushing into the world.

The mountains began to glow—the whole range. All at once. Not of their own volition. Something huge streamed through them, lighting them up from behind…. They started shaking violently, white cracks ripping down their lengths—

“Get back!” Zane roared. Even as he dashed over, scooping up Avery, Evan, putting his body in front of Reina, managing to cover her too—he held them all tight, using his back as a shield. He was just big enough.

He was just in time too.

The mountain range blew.

Not like a volcano—like a hunk of dynamite. There was so much power running against them from the other side they gave out. In spectacular, violent fashion.

Smoking peaks flipped overhead, spinning like tops, trailing long tails of blocky ice—

He burned his Bloodline. Made sure his muscles held strong, his skin ran hot with essence—

Then an avalanche of force, of essence, of sheer heavy icy matter crushed right across his back.

Pain flared all over him.

It felt like they dropped a street’s worth of skyscrapers all over him. Crumbling to pieces all around him, blasting into the sea…

He staggered. But held. Looked down at his friends, worried.

They all looked safe. Surprised, but unhurt.

He turned back around breathing heavy, felt cold smoke drifting off his back. Saw the raw chunks where the skin had been scraped off his sides, exposing chunks of bleeding muscle—but otherwise he found he was alright.

He looked back.

The Isle had been flattened out. Where there had been beach there was now snow. A vast plain of it. The mountains had been reduced to mere powdery mists blown away on the wind… they could have been standing on some Arctic ice sheet.

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