Bab 40: Trials go on
The gentle sway of the little boat on the vast expanse of water exhausts me to my core. After enduring months of grueling survival in the merciless desert, I now find myself adrift in the middle of what I can only assume is an endless ocean. All I have left is my trusty great sword and the clothes on my back, now worn and tattered from my time in the unforgiving desert.
It's been two long weeks since I set foot on this boat, and surprisingly, it has proven to be quite stable despite the raging storms and occasional attacks from sea creatures. Each day feels like an eternity as I drift further and further away from any semblance of land.
My mind often wanders to my twin sister, Lani. Her affinity with wind and water would have made this journey far easier for her, unlike me, whose powers lie in the elements of fire and earth. She would probably have an easier time here than I would.
As I sit on the boat, the monotony broken only by the rhythmic lapping of waves against the hull, I suddenly spot fins circling the vessel. Numb to fear after months of battling against the elements, I grasp my trusty sword, preparing for a potential fight with whatever sea creature dares to challenge me.
*
It's been half a year since I've been holed up in this temple, battling against the relentless onslaught of zombies and undead. Exhaustion weighs heavily on my body and mind as I lean against Hima, feeling the weariness seeping into my bones. Perched atop the hill where the temple stands, I watch as the horde of zombies continues its relentless ascent.
My arms are blistered and bleeding, wounds left unattended in the midst of this ceaseless battle. Hima, my faithful companion, looks equally fatigued as she hisses tiredly beside me. The zombies draw nearer to the hill, their moans echoing in the night air, urging me to stand once more.
Months of traversing the desert, followed by floating endlessly on an ocean with no land in sight, have brought me to this point. I refuse to go down now. I've come too far to succumb to the relentless march of the undead.
I wish these were the slow, stumbling zombies depicted in movies back on Earth. But these creatures are fast and surprisingly cunning. They're beginning to adapt to my combat methods, but I'm also improving at a rapid pace.
Summoning my magic, I send a ball of fire hurtling towards the approaching zombies. My whip crackles with mana as I lash out at the few who manage to evade the flames. The metal whip, infused with a poisonous aura, cuts through the zombies ruthlessly, causing them to melt upon contact.
Hima, not to be underestimated, takes on a sizable chunk of the horde with a swipe of her tail. Her massive form, now reaching about 6 meters in length, gleams in the dim moonlight as she battles alongside me. With a powerful hiss, she spits out a corrosive venom that dissolves the flesh of the undead.
The first few nights were pure hell, but now we've found a rhythm. Ice spikes shoot from my fingertips, impaling zombies as Hima freezes others with her icy breath.
I look out at the seemingly endless horde, sighing heavily as I prepare for yet another round of combat. The fight is far from over, and I know I must keep pushing forward.
*
My feet are raw, bloodied from endless running through the dense forest. My lungs feel like they're on fire, each breath a searing agony in my chest. It's been two grueling years since I found myself in this forest, fighting for survival amidst its unforgiving landscape.
I've already endured the scorching heat of the desert, the relentless vastness of the ocean, and countless battles against creatures of all kinds. Now, I'm faced with the challenge of this dense forest, where danger lurks behind every tree and bush.
I can hear the roar of the creature behind me, its heavy footsteps echoing through the forest. With every ounce of strength I have left, I force my legs to keep moving, to keep running for my life.
Spotting a tree with low-hanging branches, I reach out to grab one for leverage, only to find that it's a disguised snake. Cursing under my breath, I throw it off me, ignoring the stinging bites as I continue to climb.
Finally finding a sturdy branch, I hoist myself up and start running again, leaping from branch to branch in the treetops. I dare not go too high, remembering the colossal eagle that nearly caught me the last time I ventured above the canopy.
I haven't slept properly in months, the fear of being caught unaware by the forest's creatures keeping me on edge. The one time I did manage to drift off, I woke up to find myself inside the mouth of a massive lizard-like creature.
Exhausted, battered, and on the brink of despair, I push through the pain and fatigue, determined to survive another day in this relentless forest. I want to cry, to scream out in frustration, but I know I can't afford the weakness. My twin brother Tama would never let me hear the end of it.
So I keep running, fueled by sheer willpower and the desperate need to stay alive.
*
Gregory stood before the greatest challenge of his life—a rickety bridge that seemed to defy the laws of physics with its precarious design. The wooden planks creaked under his weight as he took the first step onto the narrow walkway, causing the entire structure to sway ominously.
He had faced the scorching heat of the desert, battled through the vast and treacherous ocean, and survived the relentless dangers of the dense forest. But this bridge posed a unique and daunting challenge unlike any he had encountered before.
Beneath the bridge, there was nothing but a dizzying drop into the abyss below. The other end of the bridge seemed impossibly far away, disappearing into the misty horizon.
With his two trusty weapons strapped to his back, Gregory steeled his resolve and continued forward, each step a test of his courage and balance. But beneath the facade of determination, fear gnawed at his gut like a hungry beast.
The swaying of the bridge beneath his feet sent shivers of dread down his spine, and the creaking of the wooden planks echoed in his ears like a haunting melody. Gregory's heart raced with each step, his palms slick with sweat as he fought to maintain his grip on reality.
As he ventured further along the treacherous path, the wind howled around him, threatening to knock him off the precarious walkway. Fear gripped his chest like a vice, suffocating him with its icy tendrils.
When the winged birds swooped down from the sky, their sharp talons and piercing beaks aimed directly at him, Gregory's fear reached its peak. Panic surged through him as he desperately fought to fend off the relentless attackers, his mind consumed with the terror of falling into the abyss below.
Every fiber of his being screamed at him to turn back, to retreat to safety and leave this perilous bridge behind. But Gregory knew that there was no turning back now. He had come too far, faced too many challenges, to give up now.
With a fierce roar of defiance, Gregory swung his massive axe at the oncoming birds, his movements fueled by equal parts fear and determination. Each strike was a battle cry, a testament to his will to survive against all odds.
Despite the overwhelming fear that threatened to paralyze him, Gregory fought on. His muscles burned with exhaustion, his breath ragged and labored, but still he pressed forward. The bridge seemed to stretch on forever, each step a test of his courage and resilience.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of battle, the last of the winged creatures retreated, their screeches fading into the distance. Gregory stood panting and weary, his body trembling with adrenaline and fear.
But he had done it. Against all odds, Gregory had survived the harrowing ordeal on the rickety bridge. With a sense of triumph and relief, he continued his journey across the perilous path, his fear now tempered with a newfound sense of strength and resilience.
PERTIMBANGAN PENCIPTA 
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Sofie_Vert01 ngl I was just thinking about terrifying things and just dropping them here and there (>0<；)
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