Keeper Of The Lost Cities Characters Novels & Stories

"Hidden City. A haven for the lost, broken, and forgotten. It's where the abused become strong, the outcasted are wanted, and hope for mankind is revived. Blah, blah, blah. I've been there a few times." "Wait, are you a citizen?" Jonah asked "No. Though I was offered." "Protector?" "I'm not looking to play hero, remember." "Then how?" "I found it bypassed the security, which needs some serious work. I was caught, questioned, and released after declining to be a citizen. But I was still granted a pass to enter the city by a very enthusiastic fellow named Milo. He claimed to be one of the founders of the city. Ironically, isn't the Hidden City meant to be found?"

Warrior:- Shield Warrior, Guardian knight and berserker. Weapons specialist:- Swordsmen, Assassin and Gunner. Healer:- Cleric, Druid, Oracle. Mage:- Elementalist, Summoner, Cursemancer. The warriors are specialized in defending against monsters, Weapons specialists focused on the physical damage, Healers focused on the healing and mage were specialized in the magical damage output. Each of the categories had their own style of battle which was one of the important selling points of the game The Lost World. Leo chose the swordsmen class without hesitation, whereas Dard on the other hand went with Guardian Knight. As soon as Leo completed the selection of class, Liam spoke “Job selection compl

a voice speaks in our head. “Yes yes. The forbidden book” Nella exclaims “It must definitely have a way. I’ll go find the book” she turns to leave “I’m coming along” Thaddeus speaks and catches up with Nella. It was only Jessica, Eagle, Arig, Cassius and I left with Daisy. “Who are you really?” I ask looking at Arig “Definitely not an alien” he continues to pull my leg “What are you doing here?” Jessica joins my interrogation

She took my breath away. I only managed to break free from the spell when the stunning woman spoke. “Is he the new guy, Emmy?” Her sweet voice was like music to my ears. Though she was talking to Emmy, her eyes fixated on me. Her gaze was inquisitive, albeit more subtle than Emmy’s. It seemed Emmy and the pretty lady were acquainted. “Yes, he is. His name is Brook D’Amico. He’s highly educated and intellectually gifted.” Emmy paused and blinked before drawling.

“We have to destroy them all. It’s the only way to ensure our family’s safety.” As they deliberated their next move, a low rumble echoed through the cavern. The family froze, their eyes darting toward the entrance. From the shadows emerged a figure cloaked in black, their face obscured by a hood. “Who are you?” Wickham demanded, stepping protectively in front of Clara and the children. The figure raised a hand, revealing a glowing amulet that pulsed in time with the orb’s light. “I am the Keeper,” they said, their voice calm but commanding. “You have done well to make it this far, but your journey is not yet complete.”

“But this is worse than I thought.” The battle was fierce but brief. When the last of the dissenters fell, Lucan surveyed the scene grimly. “They’re not just holding onto the past,” he said. “They’re trying to bring it back.” The implications were chilling. The Keeper was gone, but his shadow lingered, threatening to rise again through those who refused to let him go. --- In the rumbles, Lena and her friends found a secret hoard of sinister relics buried deep in the city. The artifacts were a clear reminder of the Keeper's lasting impact, pulsing with a subtle, evil energy.

After all, cities near Janovin always got overshadowed. But draconic veins flowed through two things—water and mountains. Aria suspected the most hidden Wardkeeper lived in that city. This wasn't just wild speculation either. After all, Castor the Unbreakable had come from Havenwood too.

There was peace in the deep, and a stillness I hadn’t realized I’d needed. We kept going. Eventually, the seafloor changed. The terrain smoothed into wide-open sand beds, broken occasionally by crumbled stone pillars, scattered statues, and the skeletons of long-forgotten buildings, now worn by time and tide. Vines of coral and sea moss wrapped around the broken walls like gentle hands, reclaiming what once was. I slowed, pulling gently on Kairos’s hand. “What is this place?” Kairos looked at the ruins with a softness in his eyes. “This is the Lost City,” he said. “It was once the heart of our people. My great-grandfather lived here, long before the migration.”