Novel & Cerita Chapter Master Of The Salamanders

The cross-legged figure in the scene suddenly stood up. He began to write in the void, forming mysterious sentences. James was astonished to realize that the words he was writing were exactly the same as those recorded in the Chaos Sacred Art. In other words, this shadowy figure was Chaos Master himself, and the scene he was witnessing was how the Chaos Master attained the Caelum Acme Rank and mastered the Chaos’ Nine Voices. James stared intently at these words. As he focused on them, they seemed to undergo a mysterious transformation. The changes were obscure and difficult to comprehend, but James could still grasp some of their meanings.

Everyone knew the story. The history books of all four clans didn’t differ or sugarcoat when it came to the evil of the Clan of Vulcanus, otherwise known as the Salamanders. The Clan of Salamanders used to have a strong and prosperous khaganate, the mightiest kingdom in all the land. They were the best miners and blacksmiths, and they were the first people to master and command their mother element: fire. They were also the first humans to betray their kind and collaborate with the dragons.

Gildeon figured he was referring to the beasts his father, Haemos, and Markaus had slain in the memories he’d glimpsed. Another salamander turned toward the Creator. He was middle-aged, broad through the shoulders, with a fresh crisscross scar slashed across one cheek—an ugly wound, likely left by something with venom in its claws, the kind salamander blood struggled to mend. “Do you believe we are ready, Creator?” he asked. A faint smile touched her mouth. “I am certain you shall know when you are.” The salamanders roared at that and went back to drinking, singing, and swaying around the fire with their arms slung over one another’s shoulders.

“Please save Chase, Grandpa.” “You overestimate me, Ann. Master Farley is a peak meridian-opening master, which is also known as a midway true master!”

There were also Giant Sticky Salamanders, B-Rank monsters, the same as the giant Crocodiles, three-meter-long salamanders with giant and sharp jaws, they were slow but fierce, although their meat was tender, and the stickiness was an interesting mix. These two monsters were actually considered dangerous to the Orcs, so only strong males or warrior women like Dura could fight them in parties, but Chaos easily ate them like mere snacks, surprising Dura with his strength as he nonchalantly killed creatures that the children were always taught to never provoke nor get near their territories…

“If you fall from here, there’s no ‘Undo’ button. You’ll die.” She met his gaze. Saw the fear—and saw the love that survived being deleted and forgotten. She touched his cheek. “I’ve spent my life following medical books, Julian,” she said softly. “For once, I’m going to do something not in the notes. We climb together.” They jumped. Maya grabbed the glowing thread for Chapter 61. It pulsed warm under her hand. Julian sailed beside her, helping her move chapter to chapter. Far below, the “Dark Master” appeared at last. From the shadows, a huge eye opened. It wasn’t human. It was a camera lens—cold and hard. The Eye of the Viewer, belonging to people who watched the story just to see it break

The sorcerer gathered his breaths, walking to the hallway that led to the lone door where his Master was located. Upon opening the door, he found the man with silver long hair standing with his back facing him. His pale hand was holding to a book. He had stood near his chair which was covered around by the silk white curtain, eliciting an ethereal shine from him. Behind the chair was a large painting of the first sorceress, who had lost her life years ago. "Master, I have came back," said the sorcerer who then knelt in front of him, disregarding the fact how his master still hadn't seen his face, perhaps to show how he was angry at his decision that had caused casualties in the past.

energy of our history. I saw my chance. I didn't reach for the fire. I reached for the Wooden Key embedded in my marrow and funneled the entirety of the Ninety-Seven Chapters of Rejection into it. I didn't strike the Architect. I struck the Sphere of Potential. "I AM THE MASTER-FILE OF THE GLITCH!" I roared, the White Light of the Origin erupting from my skin with a brilliance that finally silenced the white-noise. I drove the charred, black-emerald key into the heart of the Zero Cycle’s prototype.

He can always snap, may it be by accident or not. "The Master will see you two now." Henchman said as he appeared from behind the closed doors. I gave a pitiful sigh as we stood and walked into the meeting room. I just wanted to rest for now, unwind from the haunting image of the Kingdom. Not that I would get much rest do to my traumatic nightmares. But it was still nice to have small breaks. Upon our entry Master had his arms crossed over his chest, back against the back rest of the chair. He appeared displeased.

’ I heard Sarah call me. ‘’Yes”’ I jolted from my thoughts. So much was happening and now looking back at everything, I knew it was not time for me to live the life I have dreamt of, the life I have secretly prayed and wished I had while being locked away from everything and everyone. ‘’You should touch that”’ Sarah tells me pointing at the black roses I was walking towards. ‘’They are the master's favorite, and unlike others, he cares so much about these. No one is allowed to plug them,’’ Sarah reminded me. I did hear here the very first time but I was too caught up to pay attention.