Romans & histoires Ruiner Nergigante

“Where. Am I? This isn't the ship.” He walked out and began to head towards the end of the hallway where he could hear the distant sound of cheering. Following the sound, he was able to find the end of the hall and an entrance to a large area where many people were gathered. To his astonishment, there were odd creatures of all sizes and shapes, everywhere he looked. “What is this place?” He quietly asked himself in surprise. Rainer’s curiosity got the better of him, so he squeezed through the crowd towards the front. A fight was taking place in a large dirt arena between a blue haired gorilla-like creature and a well built, four-armed, human like being.

Zuri was walking slowly toward a pile of heavy limestone rubble near the edge of the Bastion—the remnants of the barricade Mwajuma had summoned to block the initial charge. Beneath the jagged grey rocks, something shifted. A low, wet, agonizing groan rattled from the debris. It was one of the first beasts Mwajuma had launched backward with her stone pillars. It had not fallen off the edge. Its lower half was completely crushed beneath the limestone, its legs pulverized into dark, useless meat. The creature was dragging itself forward by its massive, grey-skinned arms, leaving a thick trail of glowing purple ichor on the wood.

I grunted. "God. . .Ginevra. . .Gesù," a scream tore out of my throat and my eyes slammed shut. Like I said, there was something about that pussy that drove me insane. "Yeah, keep calling out for God and his son, Ricardo, fingers crossed they'd answer." Ginevra taunted. My eyes fluttered open to her mischievous ones. A smile ghosted her lips as she rocked her hips tauntingly slow. "Who's screaming like a whore now, hmm?"

Silver flames burned along the walls without heat, casting eerie light across hundreds of kneeling figures below. Hollows. Thousands of them. Their heads bowed in absolute silence. And at the center of it all. me. No. Her. The first Queen of Ruin sat upon a throne of obsidian, draped in dark armor lined with glowing cracks. A silver crown rested upon her head like it belonged there. Like it had never belonged anywhere else. Her face slowly lifted. And I was staring at myself. Same eyes. Same face. Only colder. Older. Broken in ways I couldn’t understand.

I forced myself to my feet. Pain ripped through my stomach so violently that black spots danced across my vision. The baby. The child was draining me. Every spell felt twice as difficult now. Cassandra rose from the rubble with blood trickling from her mouth. “You should not have done that,” she growled. I ignored the warning. The ground beneath us trembled. Ancient runes hidden inside the old ruins answered my call. Silver symbols erupted across broken pillars and shattered walls. Wind screamed through the clearing. Loose stones lifted from the earth.

A stream of green metal shards spiraled from the ceiling constructing a large mantis like monolith coated with silver and teal colored steel. ‘Your freakin kidding me,” Adrian said. The colossal robotic mantis roared to the sky, extending its pincers to the sides of the cavern. “I really hate Reapers, " Lisa said.

“dodge! the Gigante was in the sky!” *BOOOM!!* using its feet to stomp the ground from the sky it made the entire area to shakes vigorously and almost all of them were sent flying in a different direction, luckily they retreated in the last seconds and no one was stomped every one of them was exhausted and can’t go back to the battle soon, it also blew away the mist around the area, and to their surprise, there was something different from the Gigante from earlier its body was red-colored, and from the passive face it went to a very angry face

Bangs rattled the wood. “Don’t touch anything! Do you hear me? Open the damn door!” His voice was strained. Panicked. I had never heard him sound like that. Not once. I turned away from the door. Behind the destroyed biometric scanner was a small numeric keypad. So there was a passcode. My fingers hovered over it. Think. What would he use? Behind me, another bang shook the door. “Drisana… Baby… please!” I ignored him. The day SpectraGuard was founded. I entered the date.

I saw only the smoke rising from the ruin of my hope. I failed, the thought echoed in the empty cavern of my mind. I didn't save them. I just dug their graves. Nergal walked up the ramp behind me. He stopped. He looked back at the destruction with a satisfied nod. Then, he hit the button. The heavy hydraulic door hissed—a sharp, high-pitched release of pressure. It began to rise. It cut off the view of the fire. It cut off the smoke. It cut off the world I had tried to save.

The colossus had sprawled out and was in agony, breathing heavily. On impact, Ragnar was thrown violently and landed against big buckets set beside the wall. He had stood up, staggering and leaned against the wall. Blood was running profusely from his nose, trickling down his mouth and smearing his tunic. His forehead also bore a large bloody gash. The girl, who had come down from the large wooden plaque, had joined him and put her arm under his to support him and keep him from collapsing. The little hunchback made a small gesture of victory, raising his fist and frowning. He was muffling small sounds of pain and could not speak. The girl accompanied him to the huge disproportionate opening