Fortress Of Apocalypse นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Daniel had survived over a century in hell before conceding to Lucifer, Abbadon was nothing compared to that. Just as Abbadon retched her hand back to slap Daniel, he swung his sword at her, an action he knew was going to cost him greatly. The sword made contact with her neck and black ooze began dripping from the wound. She looked at him in utter shock as she brought her hand up to feel the sticky, wet substance coming out. She closed her eyes and the coffee shop had suddenly disappeared and they were back in the one place Daniel never wanted to see again. Hell.

POV: Darrell Williams The darkness appeared to engulf them, oppressive and dense. Peering through the darkness, I saw Callum's fortress standing there, a massive structure made of stone and iron, encircled by tall walls and guards on patrol. We were going to attack the center of the viper's nest here.

"She'll have to accept the new reality sooner or later." I had no idea how long the apocalypse would last. Besides, the casualty rate of children was extremely high during the apocalypse. I would never stop Joyce from finding out how cruel this world had become. Once Joyce finally calmed down, Emmett and I began checking the doors and windows. Then, we started counting the supplies we had. When we heard the sounds of a car screeching to a halt outside the villa, Emmett quickly grabbed a rifle and moved to stand behind a window. I picked up a gun as well before joining him nervously.

Without super fast space storage she would be disadvantaged no matter where she is. In apocalypse situations are ever changing. Even the places you thought to be most safe could get attacked at a moment's notice, and the places you thought would be extremely dangerous might be surprisingly safe. While she stored away space, Rufeng seemed to have figured out his power. He lifted the middle ceiling frame of each room, turned it diagonal, and let it fall into the rooms. This way, if there’s a survivor in the room, they would be alerted, and if they were smart enough they would climb up through the ceiling frame.

The Founder wasn't untouchable. He wasn't invincible. He had enemies. Powerful enemies. Victor Ashford apparently being one of them. The gunfire intensified upstairs. Rapid. Sustained. A battle. Someone was fighting. And judging by the Founder's expression, the situation wasn't going according to plan. Then everything happened at once. The basement lights flickered. The emergency generator failed. Darkness swallowed the room. Completely. Someone shouted. A gunshot exploded nearby. Another. Then another. Chaos erupted.

She moved with purpose, her new presence steady and sure. "They are in the old fortress," she said. "The one Morpheus built. They are using it as a forge." "A forge for what?" "For absence. For void. For the power they believe will save them." "Will it?" She was silent for a long moment. "No. It will destroy them. But they do not know that." --- We reached the fortress at dusk. It was different from Morpheus's fortress—darker, colder, more desperate. The walls were jagged, the ice stained with something that was not blood.

Silas's POV The fortress appeared through the trees at 4:47 in the morning, and the word building didn't do it justice. It was carved into the mountainside itself, a structure of concrete and steel and reinforced stone that looked like it had been designed by someone who expected to be attacked and wanted every attacker to understand the futility of trying. Guard towers rose from the corners at thirty foot intervals. Floodlights swept the approach in overlapping arcs that left almost no ground uncovered. Defensive barriers lined the perimeter in three staggered rows, each one positioned to funnel anyone approaching into kill zones where the crossfire would be devastating.

The apocalypse was raging outside, but inside her fortress, there was peace. She opened her eyes and checked the status of the external cameras. The black hail was still falling, its toxic particles accumulating on the mountain's surface like a deadly frost. The temperature was still dropping, the wind still howling. But the bunker was holding, its walls thick enough to withstand anything the apocalypse could throw at it. The cameras showed a world in chaos—trees snapping under the weight of ice, roads buried under drifts of black slush, buildings collapsing under the pressure. It was a scene from a nightmare, and Clara was watching it from the safety of her sanctuary.

It took them two days to cross it. By the time they emerged on the other side, only eight remained. But before them stood the Storm King’s capital, Obsidian Reach. A black fortress of twisted spires and cursed stone, built into the bones of a fallen volcano. Smoke coiled from its towers. Fires lit its walls. They had made it. And the final game was about to begin. At dawn, the distraction force began its siege miles away, sending fire and fury across the valley. The Storm King’s army moved like a beast, slow but immense.

"What are you talking about? I spent three weeks turning this old place into a solid fortress! I just survived a horde!" [Answering Host Eva: The current facility is classified as a Tier 1 Temporary Shelter. Its maximum capacity is three occupants and two automated defense turrets. The Volume 2 Global Map Expansion will introduce Tier 4 Apex Mutants within seventy-two hours. A Tier 1 shelter will be flattened upon contact.] I stared at the glowing words until my eyes started to burn. The deep anger inside my chest felt like a frozen rock. "Flattened? The outer walls are eight inches of solid concrete!"