Novel & Cerita Poison The Well Trembling Level

“You don’t stop something like that.” Another crack tore across the courtyard floor. Warriors who had remained behind rushed forward. “What is happening?” one demanded. “Fall back!” the Frostborn woman snapped. Too late. The well exploded. Stone and ice burst upward as a massive surge of pale-blue energy spiraled into the sky. The shockwave knocked everyone off their feet. I curled around Lyra instinctively as debris rained down. When the dust settled— The well was gone. In its place stood a jagged pillar of crystalline ice—thick as a tower, spiraling upward twenty feet high.

I stood at the center, the examination robes still clinging to my shoulders, the scent of neutralizing salts sharp in my nostrils, the black water from the wells dried to a crust on my sleeve that the enforcers had not permitted me to wash. Magister Thorne spoke first. His voice carried the particular satisfaction of a man who'd been waiting for justification and had finally manufactured it. "The spiritual wells are poisoned. Duskbane sigils float on their surface. The revenant stands before us with the evidence still wet on her skin. The case is self-evident." "The case is constructed." I didn't raise my voice. I didn't need to. The chamber's acoustics were designed for confrontation, for c

She never would have thought that the medicine had such targeted properties. Trying to drag me and my family business down with her was nothing but a fantasy. At that moment, the faces of the other two roommates started showing symptoms. They immediately tugged on Jenny's arm. "Jenny, pull yourself together! Since Eve knew a long time ago that the product is poisonous, that means that she deliberately mixed it into your skincare products!" "Our faces are starting to decay as well! She has to at least use the best experts to cure us for free!" Jenny's eyes instantly lit up.

I was just Ava, standing in a hallway, with nothing but my own two feet to carry me forward. The heavy door of the Absinthe Lounge shut behind me with a whisper, sealing Eleanor’s world away. I took one step, then two, onto the sun warmed pavement, the city’s distant noise an opposite to the tomb like silence inside. I walked blocks, numb, the cheque scene echoing in my mind alongside Eleanor's words. The city noise fades as i replay the offer, not with fresh tears, but with a cold, clarifying shock. My purse, clutched in my still trembling hand, vibrated with sound.

Victor whispered into her ear, his gravelly voice sending a wild shiver straight down her spine. In one swift, powerful movement, Victor stepped off the ledge and plunged directly into the deep end of the pool. A loud splash echoed through the room as the heated blue water swallowed them whole. The shock of the water hit Serena instantly. Panic, cold and blinding, exploded in her chest. She couldn't swim. The moment her head went under, she lost all sense of direction. The water felt heavy, pulling her down into the deep, dark abyss. She opened her eyes underwater, seeing nothing but glowing blue bubbles and Victor's massive, dark shadow holding her.

She lost her final awareness without the opportune to hear voices saying " Sleep... We will protect you..." Her limped body consigned to the grave inside the sea of thick dark blood... ___________________________________________ [ WELCOME TO THE SECOND WORLD PLAYER] [CONGRATULATIONS ON PASSING LEVEL ONE OF THE SYSTEM...;) ] [YOU WILL RECEIVE THREE NEW ITEMS AS A PRESENT FOR YOUR SUCEED] [--ERROR--] [--ERROR--] [--ERROR--] [ITEMS CAN'T BE REQUIRED... SYSTEM DO NOT RESPOND------------------------------------------] [ITEMS CAN'T BE REQUIRED... SYSTEM DO NOT RESPOND------------------------------------------]

The climb back up the iron ladder was a brutal journey through a ghost world. Without the active power of the "Pulse" to maintain the environmental filters, the Iron Well felt exactly like what it truly was—a concrete tomb buried in a swamp. The sterile air was rapidly replaced by the heavy, humid scent of the New Jersey wilderness, the raw smell of cedar, mud, and vegetation rushing down the shaft.

Kael’s breath caught. And then the silver in the well turned black. A vision rose. Seren. Her silver eyes alight. Her hands wreathed in flame. Standing before the ruined altar of the Moon Temple. Behind her, wolves bowed. And as the vision faded, the well whispered: “The flame has returned.” “The silence breaks.” “Choose.” Outside the sanctuary, a storm gathered. Kael stood at the cliff’s edge, cloak flapping violently in the wind. He watched as the snow spiraled downward, and with it, something darker.

My vision blackens at the edges, my legs weakening as I lean heavily against the door. Dominic is there, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of my agony. As if he had been waiting for me, his hand reaches out to catch me before I can fall, his touch a lifeline in the darkness that threatens to engulf me. Without a word, he guides me down to the basement, the cool stone walls closing in around us like a protective cocoon. With every step I take, the pain of the wolf’s bane coursing through my veins intensifies, a relentless torment that threatens to overwhelm me. Each breath is a struggle, each heartbeat a reminder of the poison that now courses through my body. The air is heavy with th