Chapitre 2: The Ancient tomb
Alexander's eyes snapped open, his heart racing as he was jolted awake by the sound of crashing stone and the scent of damp earth. He was met with an unsettling sight: a creature, half-man and half-beast, stood before him, its fur-covered arms pinned to the walls by ancient stone spikes. The creature's eyes, a piercing yellow, flashed with anger and pain as it struggled to free itself, its gaze fixed on Alexander with a mixture of fury and accusation. Alexander's mind reeled as he took in the scene, trying to remember how he had ended up in this damp, dimly lit chamber, and how the creature had triggered the deadly trap that now held it captive.
As Alexander's gaze locked onto the creature's, he felt a shiver run down his spine. The creature's face was a twisted mix of human and beast, with sharp teeth and pointed ears, but it was the intelligence in its eyes that truly unsettled him. It was clear that this was no mindless monster, but a thinking, feeling being that was now trapped and enraged. Alexander's hand instinctively went to the hilt of his sword, still sheathed at his side, as he took in the rest of the chamber. The walls were lined with ancient carvings, depicting scenes of great battles and powerful magic. The air was thick with the scent of old dust and forgotten knowledge. And in the center of it all, the creature hung, its chest heaving with exertion as it struggled to free itself. Alexander's mind raced with questions - what was this place, and how had he ended up here? But one thing was certain: he needed to get out, and fast, before the creature broke free and turned its fury on him.
The creature's eyes never left Alexander's, its gaze burning with a fierce intensity that made him feel like an insect pinned to a specimen board. As they stared each other down, Alexander noticed that the creature's struggles were growing weaker, its chest rising and falling in ragged gasps. He could see the muscles in its arms straining against the stone spikes, but it was clear that it wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer. Suddenly, the creature's eyes flashed with a desperate determination, and it let out a low, guttural growl. The sound sent a shiver down Alexander's spine, and he knew that he had to act fast. He slowly began to circle around the chamber, his eyes fixed on the creature as he searched for a way out. The walls seemed to press in around him, the ancient carvings looming like sentinels as he moved. But he refused to back down, his hand tightening around the hilt of his sword as he prepared to face whatever lay ahead.
As Alexander moved, the creature's gaze followed him, its eyes never wavering from his figure. The air was thick with tension, and Alexander could feel the weight of the creature's stare like a physical force. He kept his movements slow and deliberate, not wanting to provoke the creature into a desperate attack. His eyes scanned the chamber, searching for any sign of a door or a weakness in the walls. But as he moved, he realized that the chamber was eerily silent, with no sound of dripping water or creaking stone to break the stillness. It was as if the very walls were holding their breath, waiting to see what would happen next. Alexander's heart was pounding in his chest, and he could feel the sweat trickling down his spine as he searched for a way out. And then, suddenly, he saw it - a faint line in the stone wall, barely visible in the dim light. It looked like a seam, a joint in the stone that might just be weak enough to be broken.
With newfound hope, Alexander's eyes locked onto the seam, his mind racing with the possibilities. He took a slow, deliberate step forward, his hand still grasping the hilt of his sword, as he examined the seam more closely. The creature's gaze followed him, its eyes burning with an intense fury, but Alexander refused to back down. He could feel the weight of the creature's stare, but he knew that he had to keep moving forward if he wanted to escape. As he reached out a hand to touch the seam, the creature let out a low, menacing growl, its body tensing in preparation for a final, desperate struggle. Alexander's heart skipped a beat as he realized that he was running out of time - he had to act fast if he wanted to break free from the chamber and escape the creature's wrath. With a deep breath, he steeled himself for the task ahead, his fingers closing around the seam as he prepared to make his move.
As his fingers made contact with the seam, Alexander felt a surge of energy course through his body, as if the very fabric of the chamber was responding to his touch. The creature's growl grew louder, its hot breath washing over him like a wave, but Alexander stood firm, his grip on the seam tightening as he began to pull. The air seemed to vibrate with tension as the seam began to glow, a soft blue light that grew in intensity as Alexander pulled harder. The creature's eyes flashed with anger, its claws snapping wildly as it realized that Alexander was on the verge of escape. With a final, mighty heave, Alexander yanked the seam open, the sound of tearing fabric echoing through the chamber as a blast of cool, fresh air rushed in. For a moment, Alexander stood frozen, his heart pounding in his chest, as he gazed out into the unknown, the creature's furious roar echoing in his ears.
As the cool air enveloped him, Alexander's senses were overwhelmed by the sudden change in environment. He blinked rapidly, his eyes adjusting to the bright light that poured in from the outside world. The creature's roar grew fainter, its fury muffled by the sound of rushing wind and the creaking of ancient wooden beams. Alexander's gaze was drawn to the opening he had created, a ragged tear in the fabric of the chamber that revealed a narrow corridor beyond. The walls of the corridor were lined with cobweb-covered portraits, their subjects' faces shrouded in shadow, and the air was thick with the scent of decay and forgotten history. With a sense of trepidation, Alexander took his first step forward, his footfall echoing through the corridor as he left the creature and the chamber behind. He moved cautiously, his sword still clutched in his hand, his heart pounding in his chest as he wondered what other secrets the ancient tomb held, and what dangers lay waiting for him in the darkness.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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