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บท 9: The fight to get back together

In the midst of the damp and musty cave tunnel, the voice of Luis cut through the air like a sharp knife, jolting Richard from his spaced out state. His mind was in a daze as he tried to comprehend what was happening around him. The flicker of torchlight danced around the walls of the cave, casting eerie shadows on the ground.

As his vision cleared, he realized that he had been shaken awake by Luis. Richard struggled to focus on his friend's urgent tone, which was punctuated by the distant sound of clashing swords and the frenzied shrieks of goblins.

Luis's eyes narrowed with concern as he spoke again, his voice sharp and urgent. "Hey, what's going on with you, Richard? We need you," he said. "Raphael is holding off the hoards of goblins as they are surrounding us. He is going to get overrun. Hurry up, we need to get going!"

Richard's head spun with the sudden influx of information. He shook his head, trying to clear the cobwebs of confusion from his mind. "Huh? Oh, right, sorry I spaced out," he muttered, his voice thick with sleep and disorientation.

Luis's response was immediate, and it was clear that he was not amused. "Well, your space out might kill us. The others have already gone to look for a way around these evolved goblins," he said, his tone laced with urgency and frustration.

Richard's heart sank at the mention of his friends going off on their own. "No, what did I tell you all when coming down here? 'Don't split up!'" he exclaimed, his voice rising with panic. "Raphael, let's move out quickly, so hurry!"

Raphael nodded, his expression grim as he reached for his wand. "Alright, give me a second. I'm going to cast a freezing spell," he said, his words coming out in a low murmur.

With a fierce determination etched onto his face, Richard lifted his sword from its sheath and charged headfirst into the swarm of evolved goblins. He was like a bolt of lightning, cutting through the throngs of enemies with his blade flashing in the torchlight. His movements were fluid and precise, and with every goblin he struck down, two more seemed to take its place.

Undeterred, Richard kept fighting, his muscles straining with the effort. The sound of steel on steel echoed through the tunnel, as he clashed swords with the goblins that stood in his way. He knew that every second he bought for Raphael was critical, and so he fought with all his might.

As Raphael began to chant his spell, Richard called out to Luis, his voice ringing out with authority. "While you cast, I'll hop into the fray to give you enough time to cast the spell. Luis, Raphael will be out of it after this next spell. Grab him as soon as he begins to yell his spell," he said, his words carrying over the din of battle.

Luis nodded grimly, his eyes never leaving the scene before him. "Okay, I'll be behind him while he casts," he replied, his voice low and steady.

As Richard fought on, he could feel the goblins starting to close in on him from behind. He knew that he couldn't keep up the pace forever, and so he began to backpedal, trying to create some distance between himself and his enemies. But as he did so, he became increasingly vulnerable to their attacks.

The tension in the air was palpable as they waited for Raphael to complete his incantation. Richard's heart pounded in his chest as he fought on, his movements becoming more frantic as the goblins closed in. The fate of their group hung in the balance, and they needed to act fast if they wanted to make it out alive. Every second felt like an eternity as they waited for Raphael's spell to take effect.

As soon as Raphael yelled the incantation, Richard quickly retreated out of the fray and made his way to Luis. The air was thick with tension and anticipation, as they waited for Raphael's spell to take effect.

And then, with a thunderous roar, Raphael bellowed at the top of his lungs: "FROZEN BLIZARD!!!" The sound of his voice echoed through the cave tunnel, reverberating off the walls with such force that it felt like the entire place was shaking.

Suddenly, a blast of snow and cold air shot out from Raphael's wand with such ferocity and power that it instantly froze all the goblins in the cold front. The aura released from his body sent a shock wave in back pressure, knocking Luis and Richard off their feet and sending them flying backwards behind Raphael. The sheer force of the blast was so great that they could barely even move, let alone turn their heads to look at Raphael as he cast the spell.

But as time went on, the pressure slowly began to decrease, allowing them to at least look at Raphael. And as soon as all the goblins were frozen in place, Raphael collapsed to the ground in exhaustion. Without hesitation, Luis ran over to hold him up, careful not to disturb the frozen goblins.

Richard stood up, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of movement. "Alright, let's move out," he said, his voice calm and authoritative. He knew that they couldn't afford to waste any time, not with the hoards of goblins still lurking in the shadows. With a sense of urgency, he led the group deeper into the cave, his sword at the ready as they pressed on toward their group ahead.

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As the group made their way through the winding cave system, Oliver suddenly paused, his head cocked to one side as if listening intently.

"Did you hear something?" he asked the others, his voice hushed.

Amelia strained her ears, trying to pick up any sound. And then, just as Charles spoke up, they all heard it: a distant, muffled yell that echoed through the twisting tunnels.

"That sounded like Richard and the others," Charles said, his tone urgent.

Without a moment's hesitation, Amelia took charge. "Let's head back. Richard might know if there's an exit somewhere out here," she said, her eyes scanning the cavern walls for any sign of a path.

The group turned on their heels and began to run back the way they came, dodging stalactites and stalagmites as they navigated the maze-like passages. Each turn seemed to lead to more cross-sections and dead ends, making it feel like they were trapped in an endless loop.

But they pressed on, driven by a fierce determination to find their friends and escape the treacherous cave system. The air was thick with tension and fear, as they knew that every passing moment brought them closer to danger. With each step, their hearts pounded in their chests, and they braced themselves for whatever lay ahead.

As the group of three ran through the narrow passage, a small band of goblins lurked in the shadows, their beady eyes watching hungrily as the adventurers rushed by. Without warning, the goblins sprang into action, brandishing their crude knives and lunging towards the group.

Charles felt a sudden, searing pain in his calf as one of the goblins stabbed him with a rusty blade. He let out a bloodcurdling scream and crumpled to the ground, clutching his leg in agony.

Oliver and Amekua spun around, their faces twisted with concern as they saw Charles lying on the ground, blood flowing freely from his wound.

"Goblins," Oliver hissed, his finger pointing towards the small group of five that had surrounded Charles.

The goblins were relentless in their attack, surrounding Charles like a pack of wolves. Their small knives glinted in the dim light, their wicked smiles indicating their pleasure in causing pain. Charles writhed on the ground, screaming in agony as the goblins continued their assault. Their kicks and stabs seemed never-ending, each one hitting Charles with more force than the last. Blood spattered the ground around him, turning the earth beneath him into a crimson pool.

Amelia and Oliver watched in horror, unable to help their friend as the goblins tormented him. One of the goblins stepped forward, lifting his small sword and brandishing it at the two of them. His beady eyes seemed to glint with a sinister glee as he gestured for them to run, warning them that they, too, might end up like Charles. The fear that gripped them was suffocating, as they realized the gravity of their situation.

Oliver's heart pounded in his chest as he watched the goblins wreak havoc on his friends. His body trembled with rage, his muscles tensed and ready to strike. As he glared at the goblins, his eyes burned with fury and his breathing quickened. He could feel the sweat pouring down his forehead as he prepared himself for what was to come.

Suddenly, he heard a voice, a voice that seemed to come from within him, from the deepest depths of his soul. It spoke with a soft, gentle tone, but its words were like a hammer striking an anvil.

"Are you seriously going to allow them to do this?" the voice asked. "If you let me take over, all this can be fixed then you can go take care of your friend."

Oliver's mind was consumed by the voice, and all other thoughts were pushed aside. He felt a surge of energy coursing through his body as his vision went black, and all of his senses were cut off. He was in the dark completely, but his mind was as sharp as ever.

"Cast a defensive spell on me and begin healing Charels," Oliver commanded, his voice calm and level-headed, even in his subconscious state.

Amelia quickly obeyed, casting a powerful protection spell on Oliver before rushing to Charles' side to begin healing him. Meanwhile, Oliver charged at the goblin in front of Charles, catching it off guard with his lightning-fast reflexes. With all the strength in his legs, he kicked the goblin to the wall before drawing his sword.

Oliver had never lifted a sword before, and his sword skill was unrefined and chaotic. But with each strike at the goblins, he chipped away at their swords, making progress with every move. His movements were swift and graceful, his strikes fierce and powerful.

"He won't stop bleeding!" Amelia yelled, her voice trembling with fear.

Amelia ran to the bag that Charles always carried, which contained the group's supplies. She frantically searched for healing potions, hoping to find something that would combat the poison that was causing Charles to bleed so profusely.

Oliver continued to fight the goblins with all his might, his sword flashing in the dim light of the room. His heart raced with every swing, every strike, every dodge. But he never faltered, never wavered in his determination to protect his friends and defeat the goblins.


บท 10: The falling of an adventurer

Oliver, with his sword gripped firmly in his hand, began to swing with reckless abandon, the blade slicing through the air in a chaotic dance. The sheer force of his swings sent shockwaves through his muscles, causing them to strain and tremble with the effort. However, with each successive swing, Oliver's body began to adapt to the fluid motion of the sword, refining and perfecting the movements until they flowed like a river.

Despite his growing skill with the sword, Oliver was always open to attacks, his guard down as he focused on the perfect execution of his swings. The goblins, who had been observing his every move with a predatory eye, seized upon this opportunity and launched a frenzied assault. With their sharp, wicked blades glinting in the dim light of the dungeon, the goblins swarmed around Oliver like a pack of hungry wolves.

Oliver, still caught up in the rush of the battle, was caught off guard by the sudden onslaught. The goblin's vicious stabs and slashes came at him from every angle, each one threatening to find a chink in his armor or a gap in his defense. Despite the overwhelming odds against him, Oliver stood his ground, his eyes blazing with a fierce determination to survive.

The goblins' small, chipped swords mercilessly pierced Oliver's flesh, injecting a potent poison into his bloodstream that threatened to overwhelm his body. But even as the poison coursed through his veins, his unconscious body sprang into action, unleashing a torrent of primal instincts that bordered on the supernatural.

His heart pounded furiously in his chest, beating so fast that it felt like it would burst from his ribcage. His breaths came in rapid gasps, each one ragged and desperate as he struggled to stay alive. The wound, far from slowing him down, only served to ignite a fiery determination within him, a fierce will to survive against all odds.

His body responded in kind, flooding the area with blood in a desperate bid to staunch the flow of poison. But the poison was cunning, evading his body's natural defenses and preventing his blood cells from clotting the wound. The result was a crimson cascade, a never-ending torrent of blood that gushed from the wound like a waterfall.

Undeterred by the severity of Oliver's injuries, his indomitable spirit pushed him to the brink of his physical limits. With each passing moment, his body grew weaker as his wounds continued to gush forth blood like a waterfall. But Oliver refused to succumb to the darkness that threatened to engulf him.

Amelia, Charles' loyal companion, witnessed the extent of Charels's injuries and her heart sank at the sight. She saw that Charels had been stabbed not once, not twice, but a dozen times all over his body. She counted each wound with meticulous precision, carefully cataloging each one as if her life depended on it.

Her quick thinking and resourcefulness kicked in as she sprang into action, determined to save Charels's life. Without hesitation, she grabbed a long strip of cloth and expertly fashioned it into a tourniquet, tightly wrapping it around Charels's right leg where four of the worst stab wounds were located. She then used an axe handle as a makeshift windlass, twisting it until the blood flow stopped.

Next, she swiftly moved to the other leg, where six stab wounds had left Charels's flesh torn and battered. With a cool and collected demeanor, she used a tail of cloth to wrap it twice around the leg, before knotting it tightly to stem the flow of blood. As she worked, she channeled all her energy and focus into saving Charels's life.

With the bleeding under control, Amelia poured a potent anti-toxin potion over Charels's wounds, watching intently as it worked its magic. The potion slowly but surely began to heal the deep lacerations, while also attacking the poison that had seeped into Charels's bloodstream.

As the anti-toxin potion did its work, Amelia turned her attention to the two gaping wounds in Charels's abdomen. With her hands steady and her mind focused, she tended to the wounds, gently cleaning them and applying ointment to help them heal. Despite the overwhelming odds against them, Amelia was determined to save Charels's life, no matter what it took.

Amelia's hands moved with lightning speed as she tended to Charels's grievous injuries, her mind racing as she calculated the best way to save his life. With each gentle touch, she could feel the weight of the momentous task that lay before her.

She cradled Charles in one arm, while using her other hand to apply direct pressure to the two gaping wounds in Charels's abdomen. The sight of his entrails spilling out onto the ground made her heart ache, but she refused to give up.

Pouring a powerful healing potion onto the wounds, she prayed that it would be enough to stop the bleeding and heal the damage that had been done. Her eyes were fixed on Charels's body, watching intently as the potion began to work its magic.

But suddenly, out of nowhere, a goblin that had been kicked to the wall at the beginning of the battle rose to its feet, ready to strike. Before Amelia had a chance to react, the goblin lunged forward, plunging its sword into her back.

The pain was excruciating, and Amelia let out a blood-curdling scream that echoed throughout the room. With every ounce of her strength, she kicked the goblin back, sending it flying across the room. But the sword remained lodged in her back, causing her to fall to the ground in agony.

With a ferocious determination burning in her eyes, Amelia refused to let the pain of the sword lodged in her back overcome her. Despite the overwhelming odds against them, she focused all of her energy on saving Charels's life.

As the goblins that Oliver had been fighting finally ran out of energy, he collapsed to the ground, his body covered in deep lacerations. The sheer force of his will had kept him fighting through the pain, but now that the battle was over, he was unable to stand.

With tears streaming down her face, Amelia crawled over to Oliver's side, cradling him in her arms as they both lay in a pool of blood. Her heart ached as she looked down at his battered body, and she knew that they were both in mortal danger.

Suddenly, the goblin that Amelia had kicked away rose to its feet once more, brandishing a deadly sword that it had taken from the body of a fallen adventurer. It began to slowly approach them, its eyes filled with malice and hate.

Amelia's body trembled with fear as she stared down the approaching goblin, but she refused to give up. Her voice trembling with emotion, she began to sing a haunting lullaby, her voice ringing out in the darkness.

"Hush now, my love, and close your eyes,

The stars above will light the skies.

Rest now, my dear, in peaceful sleep,

And let the silence calm and keep.

Through the darkness, shadows creep,

But I will watch and never sleep.

My love for you will never fade,

And in my heart, your memory is made.

Hush now, my love, and hear my song,

Let it guide you, and keep you strong.

Though danger lurks and death draws near,

My love for you will conquer fear.

So rest now, my dear, and let me sing,

For in my arms, safety I will bring.

Hush now, my love, and close your eyes,

The stars above will light the skies."

Amelia cradled Oliver in her arms, and her body trembled with exhaustion and grief. Her hair was matted with sweat and blood, and her clothes were torn and stained with the evidence of the battle that had raged around her. Her face was streaked with tears, and her eyes were red-rimmed from crying.

Despite the toll that the fight had taken on her, she held Oliver close to her chest, his head nestled against her shoulder. She rocked him gently back and forth, humming the haunting lullaby that she had sung before. Her voice was soft and soothing, a stark contrast to the chaos and violence that had surrounded them just moments before.

As she looked down at Oliver's face, she saw the bruises and cuts that marred his features, evidence of the injuries he had sustained in the battle. But even in his unconscious state, there was a sense of peace on his face, as if he knew that he was safe in her arms.

Amelia held him tightly as if she could protect him from all the dangers that lurked in the world. But she knew she couldn't. All she could do was promise his unconscious body that she would never leave his side and do whatever it took to heal his wounds and bring him back to health. But she knew this was simply a dream of hers and that they would most likely die right here. And as the goblin stood over the two, he raised his sword, ready to cut down the adventurers. All Amelia could do was hold Oliver tighter in her cold embrace as she closed her eyes.


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