All Chapters of THE REWRITE: Transmigrating Into Another World: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The mission had seemed straightforward, but the moment Keith and Yver entered the market square, they could already sense that something was wrong. The area was reeking of decay. The fiends that attacked them was not common ghouls like in the Eastern borders, but Walking Ghouls; pale, humanoid horrors with elongated claws and hollow eyes, shambled from the shadows, their numbers seeming to swell into the hundreds."What do we do now? Did you really rush in without a plan!" Yver yelled, somersaulting over a ghoul's lunge and decapitating two others with a precise, sweeping strike. "We can't just keep cutting them down! The dust will choke us!"Keith shrugged, Ember already blazing in his hand, "you followed me, didn't you? My plan is to run through them with my Sword Aura and hope to survive, right?" He unleashed three blistering arcs of fire. A dozen ghouls exploded into clouds of corrosive, grey dust. The two men leaped back, avoiding the poisonous fallout."Keith!" a voice shouted fr

He gasped, jolted back to his surroundings. The stone in his hand was now ice-cold, a layer of frost crystallizing on its surface. Then, just as suddenly, it thawed, beading with condensation before dripping onto the laboratory floor. A faint, shimmering mist of ice crystals hung in the air around his fingers for a moment before dissipating.“Wow… Ice!” Iris was enthralled, while Mars stared in awe at his hands. “Woah! I can use magic…” he tried again to conjure up more ice but nothing. Soon, a frown creased his brow as all efforts proved vain.“You are clearly a beginner,” Keith said, his voice closer than Mars expected. He took the stone from Mars’s limp hand and tossed it to his sister. “Activating the stone has sapped your energy. You will only get better with training, hmm?”Mars suddenly felt all hot and bothered, he moved away from Keith and cleared his throat, “we're done here, right? Goodbye!” With a short, frantic wave, he turned and bolted from the lab.Iris turned to her br

With a bestial roar, Keith unleashed a wave of pure energy, throwing both Mars and Charlotte across the room. Guards surged forward to subdue their prince, but he moved like a demon, his sword a blur of death. Five of the ten who reached him fell immediately, their armor cleaved open. "Ugh…" Mars moaned, coughing up blood. He struggled to his feet, his vision swimming. Ice formed in his palms again, this time weaving into glistening, frigid chains, it was like his new found powers had a mind of its own. "For fuck's sake, I just want to go back home!" he yelled, a sob of frustration tearing from his throat. He lashed out, the icy chains shooting forward to wrap around Keith. They tightened with a will of their own, the intense, supernatural cold instantly extinguishing the fire wreathed around Ember. The sudden silence was deafening. Mars pulled, dragging the struggling prince toward him. "Keith," he called, his voice raw but firm. In the hellscape of Keith’s mind,

Mars scrambled, his control shaky. Here, in his reality, there was no Aethyr to draw upon, only the finite, frantic energy within himself. He formed an ice dagger, deflecting one needle, then another. He created a wall, but it was thin, brittle. A needle pierced his shoulder, and a burning, numbing cold spread instantly. "But if you want to stay here," the girl sang, her voice now a chorus of whispers, "you'll have to beat me. So come on, can you beat a god?" Her laugh was a maniacal, echoing thing that made his bones vibrate. He was losing. He couldn't attack, only defend. He didn’t know what he was doing, but the ice moved on its own, not to form a shield, but a vortex. A swirling, chaotic maelstrom of ice and wind erupted between them. The girl’s eyes widened in surprise, her own needles were caught in the whirlwind, deflected and sent flying back towards her. At the very edge of the vortex, where his pure, glacial energy met its limit, it frayed into crackling,

The Al’Khemir arc was supposed to be later in the story, after Keith's birthday and Charlotte's official rise to Crown Princess. "What is it? Have any more of your predictions?" Yver leaned in, intrigued. Charlotte also leaned closer, her expression a mask of feigned curiosity. "Uh…" Mars chose his words carefully, "just a hunch, but we need to get moving. Any delays and we might be stuck here for at least three months." Keith furrowed his brows. "Why would I need three months to wipe out a nest of flimsy ghouls?" "Because," Mars explained, his eyes flicking almost imperceptibly toward Charlotte, who looked away, "one, we're not just dealing with ghouls, there are shifters involved too. And two, we need to find the person behind this." Charlotte’s blood ran cold. 'Does he know? Impossible.' "Yes, it's obvious someone is orchestrating this," Yver agreed, "but shifters? They've been extinct for over a hundred years." Mars nodded. "That was true, until s