Sekiro Mist Noble Novels & Stories

The pack was literally bathed in darkness. Leon kept walking, and the trees kept getting taller and thicker. Until they finally reached a clearing where a huge round stone stood. “Holy sh*t,” Malek said. “Is that it?” He asked, walking past the beta and making his way over to the stone. “Is this the famous Oracle?” He was now standing right next to it. He brought his hand up to it but then stopped. He did not want to seem disrespectful. And mostly, he did not want to be struck by some kind of lightning or something.

Robin Hood with high-caliber rifles. "Alright, team," Ren said, equipping his Spectral Rifle. "Loadout check. Tank, you're on aggro. Keep Midas busy. Jinx, you're on crowd control and trap disarming. I'll focus on DPS and weak points. Let's go get that loot." THE MISSION: THE IRON CITADEL The world loaded in a flash of pixelated white light. When vision returned, they weren't in a dirty Aethelgard alleyway. They were standing on a suspended brass bridge, high above a sea of clouds.