Rider Time Zi-o Roze From Remnant Novels & Stories

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Chapter 113: The clangor of battle still roared in the distance as the first light of dawn struggled to break through the haze of conflict. Amidst the chaotic backdrop of clashing furs and echoing howls, Zuri gathered her squad on a makeshift ridge overlooking the eastern flank. The air was thick with tension and the acrid scent of smoke, yet in Zuri’s eyes shone a fierce determination that cut through the gloom.

From the darkness emerged someone none of them expected. Alejandro Delgado. Alive. Bloodied. Bruised. But unmistakably him. Thiago stared, speechless. Gabriel swore under his breath. Esteban paled. Inés’s knees weakened. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Alejandro rasped. His gaze landed on Esteban. “Nice to see you’ve been keeping my face warm.” Esteban’s mask shattered. Before anyone could speak, a sharp whistle pierced the air. Gunfire erupted from the trees.

She hit the ground hard, her shoulder tearing open on jagged rock. The pain barely registered. She forced herself up, coughing blood, eyes searching desperately through the choking haze. “Adrien!” Her voice cracked. The smoke swallowed it, mocking her desperation. She stumbled forward, flames licking around her hands for light. A silhouette emerged through the dust. Her chest lurched with hope, until the wings unfurled. Azeron. He stepped from the ruin, his armor cracked but still gleaming, storm-light burning in the fissures. His face was cut, blood running down his cheek, but his eyes glowed with unfathomable rage.

All you had to do was look close enough. Not even a second later Zion showed up, appeared out of nowhere with his wings unfurled and an angel dagger in his grasp. We were on the bridge that connected Hell to the mortal realm. The sea of lost souls raging beneath us. Everything was bathed in a majestic golden glow. An illusion of beauty to disguise the wickedness of this place. Zion's eyes instantly found mine, sweeping over me. When he saw my tear stained cheeks his eyes turned obsidian, a purple glow radiating off him that wasn't only visible to my eyes but Lucifer's as well.

When I got close to him, Hunt took my hand in his and we began walking down a path, both in silence. We walked for about fifteen minutes before we came to a clearing on a cliffside that overlooked the rest of the forest around us. The sky was a dusky peach with stars speckled across its surface and streaks of white clouds as if an artist had painted the sky tonight just for Hunt and me. In the basket Lilith had prepared, there was food and drinks along with the sealed jar of blood from the sacrificed animal and two grey fleece blankets. I set one fleece blanket down before Hunt and I got on our knees before each other. When I reached forward for the jar of blood, Hunt grabbed my hand and I l

, he yelled and started flying towards her to drag her away from the furious oncoming Zoi. “Soul Conceptualisation: Scythes of father Time.” Quinn’s voice boomed as his twin scythes appeared in his hands. He leaped forward, throwing one at Azea. She moved out of the way, and it struck Zoi in the chest. “Temporal lock”, Quinn said and Zoi froze in time. In a flash of red, Willow ran his spear through Zoi’s back, forcing him to the ground. He looked up at Quinn. “I’ll buy you a bucket of chicken after this is over!” he yelled. Quinn’s hard stare remained, but Azea could see the edges of his lips creeping into a grin. “Just don’t die.” He said, noticing that Zoi was breaking out of the lock. Wi

“Why wait?” “Because we can’t kill her,” I said. “Not until she gives me what’s inside that scroll.” \*\* Back in the lower tunnels of our camp, I stood over a map. Rosa’s route was marked in red. Zuri’s in gold. And Ronin’s in black. Ryker pointed at the edges. “They’re moving together. Same trail. She trusts him now.” I clenched my fists. “Then we break the trust.” He looked at me. “You want me to go after the rogue?”

At least Ryder was backed by the power of the Shore. The video switched angles. This time, it was one of the cameras of one of the buildings which gave a closer view. Ryder was using his scimitar, which he had locked in the house's basement after the war. Zed was spinning his lance that sparked with electricity. Every time their weapons locked, the pavement cracked and debris fell around them. Ryder only cared about fighting Zed and ignored the other members. Every time one got in his way, he just simply sent them flying off the roof down a hundred feet below.

‘Hey why are you walking like the dead ones’? ‘The dead ones?’ ivory asked with question marks all over her face ‘what are those, are they zombies’. ‘I don’t know what zom…be is but the dead ones are an army of dead people created by dark witches five hundred years ago, the dead walks pretty slow but one scratch from them and you’re one of them too’ Natasha explained. ‘Definitely zombies’ ivory murmured. ‘So why are you walking like the dead ones’ Natasha asked. ‘Would you join my team, I’m creating a team with whom I would go to Buklime Mountain with to go gather some herbs and more importantly the ice lotus for merit points’