Chapitre 23: Echoes of Power
The energy we had gained from the Vault of Whispers flowed through us like a second pulse, binding us to Lyria in ways I hadn't fully understood until now. I could feel the presence of my companions even when they weren't near, a sense of unity and strength that filled me with both pride and purpose. But with that power came responsibility; we were now not only protectors of this land but also guardians of its core.
As dawn broke, casting pale light over the camp, Jaina approached me. Her face was set, determination burning in her eyes. "We need to put this new power to the test," she said. "The admins won't wait for us to get comfortable. They'll be back, and they'll come harder than ever."
I nodded, sharing her urgency. "Let's start with training. We need to learn how to use the core's power effectively—not just individually, but together."
Sira joined us, carrying the resonance crystals that had become vital to our survival. "I've been studying the patterns we've established with the crystals," she said, her voice filled with excitement. "With the core's energy, we can amplify those connections and even use them to disrupt Avalon's interference at a much larger scale."
Tarek arrived, his spear resting across his shoulders, a grin on his face. "So, you're saying we can hit them before they even reach us?"
Sira nodded. "Exactly. If we can spread the core's resonance across our defenses, we can create a barrier that will repel their probes and projections. But it will take coordination and control. The power is immense, and if we don't handle it carefully, we risk burning ourselves out—or worse."
"Then we start today," I said, looking each of them in the eye. "This is our chance to solidify our strength and protect Lyria once and for all."
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The morning was spent preparing the training grounds. We set up a large, open space on the outskirts of the camp, encircled by resonance crystals placed at regular intervals. Sira had attuned each crystal to the core, creating a controlled environment where we could practice channeling its energy without overwhelming ourselves.
"Focus on the rhythm of Lyria," Sira instructed, standing in the center of the circle. "The core's energy isn't something you can force—it's something you let flow through you. If you try to control it, it will resist. Let it guide you."
We took our positions around the circle, each of us closing our eyes and grounding ourselves in the earth beneath us. I felt the familiar hum of the resonance, but this time, it was different—deeper, more alive. As I opened myself to the flow, I felt the core's energy rise within me, a warmth that spread through my limbs and connected me to the others.
"Now, move with it," Sira said, her voice a soft echo in my mind. "Don't fight the flow—let it carry you."
I took a step forward, feeling the energy surge, guiding my movements. Jaina moved in tandem, her strikes fluid and powerful, her motions a seamless extension of the core's pulse. Tarek followed suit, his spear weaving through the air in a controlled arc, the power crackling along the weapon's edge.
For hours, we practiced, our bodies and minds synchronizing with the core's rhythm. Each movement, each strike, was a part of something larger, a harmony that bound us together. By midday, we moved as a single entity, our actions driven by an instinct that transcended thought.
But just as we began to grasp the power, a ripple of darkness shuddered through the resonance crystals, disrupting our focus. The air grew heavy, thick with an unnatural chill that made the hairs on my arms stand on end.
Sira's eyes snapped open, her face pale. "They're here."
The admins' forces appeared at the edge of the forest, their forms shimmering with the cold, unfeeling light of digital constructs. But this time, they weren't just drones or projections. Figures clad in dark, metallic armor moved alongside them—avatars of players, their eyes locked on us with ruthless determination.
"They've sent real players," Jaina whispered, her voice a mix of disbelief and anger. "They're using humans to try to break us."
I felt a surge of rage, but I steadied myself, grounding in the core's energy. This was the admins' newest tactic—pitting human players against us, hoping to dismantle our unity by forcing us to confront those from our own world.
I raised my voice, letting the resonance carry it across the camp. "Hold the line! Remember our bond to Lyria. We fight not just for ourselves but for this world!"
The admins' avatars advanced, their weapons gleaming, eyes cold and calculating. Our fighters moved into position, their faces set with grim resolve. We had prepared for this, but the stakes had never felt so personal.
Jaina took her place beside me, her sword drawn. "They may come from Avalon, but we are defenders of Lyria. Let's show them what that means."
The first wave hit hard. The players moved with precision, their attacks coordinated and relentless, testing every weakness in our formation. But we held firm, the core's energy guiding our movements, each of us connected by a shared purpose that transcended the battlefield.
Tarek met his opponent with a fierce grin, his spear moving like lightning as he parried and countered. His strikes were enhanced by the resonance, every blow forcing his adversary back, breaking their rhythm.
Sira, standing near the center of the circle, directed the resonance crystals to emit pulses of energy that disrupted the admins' control over their drones, sending several spiraling out of formation.
One of the avatars broke through our line, charging toward her with a sword raised high. Before he could strike, I intercepted, the core's power surging through me as I blocked his attack. Our eyes met, and for a brief moment, I saw confusion flicker in his gaze—as if he hadn't expected us to be this strong.
"We're not just NPCs anymore," I said, my voice steady. "We're protectors of a world you can't understand."
With a swift, decisive strike, I forced him back, his form glitching as he staggered. He looked at me, something akin to fear flashing across his face before he turned and fled.
The battle continued, a relentless clash of wills and strength. The admins' avatars were skilled, but they lacked the connection we shared with Lyria. For every strike they landed, we countered with the power of unity, each move driven by the rhythm of the world that had become our home.
As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the clearing, the admins' forces started to falter. Their avatars flickered, their coordination breaking as the resonance from the crystals intensified, disrupting their control.
Jaina raised her sword high, her voice carrying over the battlefield. "This is our land. You cannot take it from us!"
With a final surge of energy, we pushed them back, forcing the admins' forces to retreat into the forest. The last of the players disappeared, their forms dissipating like shadows, leaving us standing victorious.
The camp erupted in cheers, the sound filling the clearing as relief and pride washed over us. We had faced not only the admins but our own world, and we had emerged stronger, our bond to Lyria unbreakable.
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That night, we gathered around the fire, exhaustion settling over us like a heavy blanket. The battle had taken its toll, but it had also solidified our resolve. The admins would keep coming, but we were no longer just defenders—we were warriors bound to the very heart of Lyria.
Sira sat beside me, her eyes reflecting the flames. "I think we've only scratched the surface of what the core's power can do. The more we connect with Lyria, the stronger we'll become."
I nodded, feeling the truth of her words resonate within me. "This is just the beginning. They may come with players, projections, whatever they can throw at us. But as long as we stand united, they can't break us."
Jaina raised her cup, a fierce smile on her face. "To Lyria, and to the bonds we've forged here. May we protect this world and each other, no matter what comes."
The camp joined in the toast, voices raised in unison, a pledge that echoed through the night and into the very core of Lyria. We were more than just fighters, more than mere fragments of code. We were guardians of a world that had chosen us, and we would protect it with everything we had.
As the stars appeared overhead, casting their light across the camp, I felt a sense of peace settle over me. The admins would return, of that I had no doubt. But now, we were ready. The core's power flowed through us, a reminder that we were not alone. And as long as we held that truth close, we could face whatever shadows Avalon cast our way.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
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-- Power
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