Alaska Kingdom by Aaron Crash

Author:Aaron Crash
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Tags: Urban, Magic, Video Game Adaptations, Virtual Reality, Paranormal, Demons, Fiction, Dark, Fantasy, LitRPG, Wizards, Adventure
ISBN: 9781713340218
Publisher: Independently Published
Published: 2020-01-19T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

VEN DRO SHRIEKED IN pain and fury before teleporting, thanks to Icharaam’s Vambraces. Steven’s round took out a chunk of wall behind him just as the false knight vanished.

He appeared next to another waterfall, where two more of Uchiko’s shafts struck him.

Ven Dro ripped them out of his belly and tossed them aside. “Your little arrows aren’t going to do shit to me. I’m basically dead, bitch. Wherever you are.”

The ninja had vanished in the darkness.

Steven fired off two more rounds. The explosions echoed through the chamber. He couldn’t let the false knight leave, not when he might know the location of the next clue to finding the Lyra.

Steven turned and bathed the basin in fire. Whatever magic was inside was triggered a second time. Like before, runes rose from the flames, but these were made of dancing water.

Nefri descended a spire near them, her BlackBlood keeping her aloft as she crawled down the surface, not unlike a spider. She vaulted off the side of the building, flipped through a waterfall, and landed on the tiles of the courtyard in front of the basin. In her hand was a phone, pink and bejeweled. That came from one of the machine-gun twins, without a doubt.

Brilliant, she was going to take pictures of the clues.

Two pink dragons, flanked by an amber one, winged their way down to the courtyard.

Steven kept on Ven Dro. He’d appear, Steven would fire at him, and the villain would teleport again.

“Magica Divinatio!” Steven thundered. He saw where the false knight would appear, next to a statue of a tall elf king with his hands outstretched. Water poured from his palms.

Ven Dro stood there.

Steven had him.

The false knight’s cloak took the brunt of the bullet. Ven Dro was knocked onto his ass.

The cowl was back, and Steven got his first look at the false knight’s ruined face. One eye gazed at him, lidless. The other was wincing in pain. His nose showed mostly cartilage. His scalp hung off his skull like a bad hat. Around the torn flesh of his head swirled a diabolic green fire, which licked at Icharaam’s Crown. Steven still hadn’t been able to figure out what that magic item did. And he couldn’t very well ask Ven Dro—too much shit was going on.

Shaze slammed down in front of the false knight, taking the last of Steven’s bullets. Every round blew them into chitinous debris. Their midnight blood painted the marble. Every death pulled Animus from Steven and added to his Morta core.

Steven thought about using HeartStrike to end Ven Dro once and for all. That would leave him helpless for a time. That wouldn’t work. Steven knew what was coming.

Nefri didn’t stop taking pictures. She was cataloging the magical clues, and Steven was glad she was there.

Quinnestri’s voice thundered around them. “Hidden in dreams, death protects those who walk in the light. As for those on the dark path, arise, and fulfill your terrible destiny.”

A snake coiled around him, an anaconda to be precise.

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