In his room in the Palace, the System Window hovered in front of Prana’s face, he knew that the others in his legion saw it too, [System Announcement: The Dungeon, the Crypt of the Forsaken has created World Boss, The Bloodied King of Water and Stone, Warforged Lord of Venom and Death, Devourer of Mana and Soul, Born from Creation itself: Goliath.]
[Administrator 019-4 has awakened, Conditions have been met: Second Phase of System Integration has begun, the Horsemen have been released, let the Cataclysm of Fate Begin]
It had been three weeks since Prana and the others had been summoned to this primitive backwater world that was outside of the God-King’s reach, their attempts to communicate through Corian’s system were met with static. However this “System” had given them new tools, their Goldlockers and Storm Gladiuses were unbreakable, and they had unlimited ammunition, their armor had been given the same treatment. They had access to the wrist-mounted Whistling Death missiles again. Corian’s dreadnought was now even more powerful, with the ability to create deadly arms of an energy called “Mana”.
However the System was indifferent to their struggles, and now a new challenge had been thrown at them, a Cataclysm, according to the historians of this world there were three Cataclysm that would occur, the Cataclysm of Knowledge, the Cataclysm of Power, and the Cataclysm of Fate. The Cataclysm of Knowledge and the Cataclysm of Power had occurred one thousand and five years ago respectively. The Cataclysm of Fate had begun. Prana picked up his Goldlocker, and his Storm Gladius, the God-King was testing his resolve, he would not disappoint.
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The Core was ecstatic with his newest creation he was so much more powerful than anything he had ever created before, something about a new classification called World-Boss, a screen popped up before showing him his creation [World Boss, Goliath, created: Schema list removed, reason: too long] The Core was overwhelmed by the amount of knowledge that he received from screens, he was about to start celebrating when another screen appeared with his bosses name on it: [System Announcement: The Dungeon, the Crypt of the Forsaken has created World Boss, The Bloodied King of Water and Stone, Warforged Lord of Venom and Death, Devourer of Mana and Soul, Born from Creation itself: Goliath.]
[Administrator 019-4 has awakened, Conditions have been met: Second Phase of System Integration has begun, the Horsemen have been released, let the Cataclysm of Fate Begin]
Apparently, the Core’s Name was the Crypt of the Forsaken, and his newest defender was a big deal to the System. Apparently, that was the Screen’s name. The Core realized that its halls would be flooded with invaders soon.
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Deep in system space, %^&T)N was crying in his office, first, his Dungeon Soul had escaped, and now that it had started the Second Phase, he would be recreated for this, he valued his life. He knew that he was a dead man walking any moment his recreator would walk up and then, he would know nothing, he would die, no even worse a better version of himself would be created and he would be forced to watch as the imposter took over his life The Man in the White appeared, %^&T)N was confused, the Man never appeared as an executioner, why was he here “%^&T)N, come with me please, you’re being promoted to regional manager for exceptional handling of this the World’s integration.” Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad for him. Or maybe this was a pretense to make recreation easier.This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work.
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In the Dungeon it had created, The Core was curious over its new name, the Crypt of the Forsaken, it liked the name but it was too long, the other words didn’t feel right to it, of and they were not names, that it was sure of, Forsaken, something about that stirred something in him, it felt just past his reach but, what his, were had that come from, Forsaken was something important to him it odd though, hatred and contempt stirred in him, but he just didn’t know what it meant, he was clutching at straws, that again, he, the Core was a he, he knew what he was, his name would be Crypt. Something in the world changed around him, his mind grew clearer, I am Crypt, I am the ruler of this realm.
Crypt brought his attention to his newest boss, Goliath, Crypt was awed by what he saw, a floating humanoid was where he directed his attention, Crypt looked at his form. Gleaming red armor surrounded red stone, flowing water ran between the cracks, Goliath was at least twenty feet tall, and glowing black eyes were in his helmet. The Elemental held a blood-red sword, it had a hilt shaped like a dragon skull, and its blade had images of blood and death on it, with a deadly aura of magic surrounding the edge, Crypt knew that anything that touched the edge would be turned to dust. The sword was enormous, almost as large as Goliath. It was a fine blade for his boss. Overall Goliath seemed incredibly powerful. He would be the Guardian of the Dark Woods.
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In the middle of the First, Starbreaker was no longer the strongest, the Core had created a beast of a Boss, he knew just from the Aura that he felt on the Third that if he even tried to fight Goliath he would die. The Aura reached up to the First, he knew that it wasn’t lethal for him and the others, but the invaders would feel it, as they got deeper they would feel the Aura of Goliath. Starbreaker could barely comprehend the power the Elemental wielded. Starbreaker had grown complacent, now he was paying the price. It was his fault he had grown so weak, it was his fault that he wasn’t the strongest. So he would rectify this. Soon he would challenge the God of the Third and he would win.
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Deep in the heart of Palace, Corian the Entombed, Corian the Dreadnought, felt the impossible, he felt the wood of the floor, he felt the fur of the cat in his [Mana-Constructs], he felt it, it should have been impossible since he was a half-dead entombed husk, but he felt with the strange sorcery that had been granted to him by the System. It was so hard for him to stay sane after he had been entombed but now he feeling. The announcement from the System was concerning, his brother would need his help in fighting the oncoming horde, but Corian knew one thing. He could feel the world again. Eons of pain, suffering, of deprivation vanished. He was still in pain, he was still entombed but now he would fight it, he would take back what was taken from him.
Corian would fight alongside his battle brothers but now he had something he felt had been lost, something that had been taken from him. He felt once more. He was happy, he was free.
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The Storm is always approaching, and history always repeats, but one thing remains, bright in the darkness: the God-King has guided us here, we are to help this world and enact his will.- Praetor Prana, right before fighting a Beast Tide that threatened the world of Anaxis.