Chapter 157: warning do not unlock
At the Border of the Emerald Green Kingdom
The air was thick with rot and malice, each breath a struggle against the acrid smoke that curled and drifted through the sky like ghostly serpents. The ground cracked underfoot, dry and blackened, soaked with the remnants of some unseen massacre. In the wind, there was a stench—burnt flesh, old blood, and something darker, like resentment made manifest.
From time to time, the haze parted just enough to reveal grotesque silhouettes. Monsters born from smoke and sorrow staggered through the mists, their forms twisted and indistinct, but their eyes—if one could call them that—glowed with unspeakable pain. Eyes brimming with wrath, hatred, and despair. They howled not for vengeance, but because their souls had forgotten everything except suffering.
As one moved deeper into this cursed boundary, the scenery only worsened. The monsters grew larger, crueler, more malformed. Some had limbs that didn’t belong, others bore faces—dozens of them—etched into their bodies like tormented masks, forever screaming.
Yet no matter their shape, all of them shared one thing: an overwhelming aura of resentment. It seeped from their every pore, so thick it clung to the skin like filth, choking the spiritual energy from the air.
Then, with a thunderous roar—
Boom!
Three streaks of golden light tore through the sky, shattering the grim stillness. They descended like wrathful meteors, colliding with the earth in succession. The impact shook the land, displacing smoke and ash in a shockwave of divine brilliance.
When the smoke cleared, three figures emerged from the crater.
Darius—the inheritor of an ancient, noble bloodline, his armor etched with forgotten glyphs.
Felicia—the heir to the Sun God, her radiant aura struggling to hold back the darkness.
And finally, Rosary—the last representative of the fallen Federation, her robes tattered but her presence still dignified, like a candle refusing to die in the wind.