Novel & Cerita Shaman Class Hall Entrance

“The pleasure is ours, head hunter, Miss. Haruna.” Finally intertwining her life inside the borrowed vessel and identity that was granted and gifted unto her towards the body, identity, and very life that was stolen from her. Everything is playing according to plan, as the pieces are falling to where they all should be in the grand chess game that the Gods is playing and reminding. “From now on, you will be taken under the clan of the shamans and will be meeting the Shrine Maiden, as I can say, welcome into the circle of the twelve holders.”

As they passed, the tribe bowed their heads and raised their hands in respect, palms facing outward, fingers splayed. The shamans stopped before a modest shack at the edge of the clearing. The Head Shaman drove the butt of her staff into the ground with a thud, the sound resonating like a heartbeat through the clearing. The woman at her side, likely second in rank, nodded and fixed her eyes on the hut’s entrance. “Kana,” the second-ranking shaman called. “It’s time for you to receive Immortal Yonah’s blessings.” Gildeon’s pulse quickened. Was this the era when Yonah had taught humans the Forbidden Arts? Could Gildeon finally see the Fallen Immortal?

CHERRY'S POV; I entered the temple still veiled. I didn't want anyone recognising me as words flew around with so much speed here in Silver moon. The doors were open and I was relieved. The doors were usually closed on weekdays. On getting into the temple, I sighted a shaman and rushed towards her. I pulled my veil down and when she saw that it was me, her eyes widened in slight surprise. "Your highness," She said and bowed immediately. "I didn't think it would be you,"

I looked at Zevarion and he gave a small nod, his eyes assuring me he would be with me through every uncertain turn. The shaman tilted her head slightly. “Where would you prefer to stay?” I opened my mouth to reply, but she raised a hand, her eyes twinkling like she had seen something behind my words. “No need. I can already see what your heart longs for. First, we must pay our respects to the Alpha. Then, I’ll show you to your new home.” We followed her outside, where a beautiful chariot awaited, crafted from polished crystal-like wood with glowing glyphs etched along its sides. Two large elk-like creatures with antlers shaped like tree branches pulled it steadily forward.

The Elephant Man was still there but didn’t seem to mind the heat. “Whatever you have seen,” the shaman said, “belongs to you and you alone. No words need be spoken.” Temujin swung the flap of the lodge open and stepped out into the icy wind and the roaring sound of merry-making.

Now, it finally clicked—Chase probably was not a native of the nether realm. "No, I'm from Earth," Chase replied casually, clicking his tongue. He saw no reason to hide it. "Earth…" Willow thought for a moment, then nodded. "I see. The thing in front of you is the entrance to the Dark and Light Mineral Ore." "How do we get in?" "Inject your vital spirit into the formation. It'll automatically teleport you inside," Willow explained. "There are nine levels inside. Each level has Dark Emeralds and Light Emeralds you can collect.

Ava entered the cave, leaving them as they were. The walls of the tunnel leading deeper into the bowel of the cave glittered with gold. Tiny gems, like diamonds, winked at her as she walked through. Ava did not see the beauty. The tunnel opened into a chamber illuminated by candles everywhere. The Shaman was there sitting with his legs crossed, eyes closed. Marx was still unconscious on a makeshift bed. “You seem troubled,” the Shaman said. He did not open his eyes to look at her. “It’s taking too long,” Ava said. Her fists tightened.

CARDAN The walk to the chief’s hall felt longer than any arena battle I’d fought. The warriors surrounding me didn’t speak, or even glance my way once. When we finally reached the massive wooden structure carved with antlers and claw marks, the wolf beastman motioned me forward. “Enter. He awaits.” I stepped inside.

"No, I am a Taldir shaman." He turned to the mausoleum. The iron bars were decorated with a twisted pattern. Only the rich could afford that luxury. It wasn't strange to him; the smith was known throughout the land. There was no patina on them, not even a speck. He entered. The smell of decay was heavy in the air. A spiral staircase in a mausoleum, how fancy can they be? How fancy can they be? The shaman looked at the stairs; they were in a good condition for their age. How hard could it be, to beat a woman in a card game? It won't be easy, the shaman thought. I'm used to it; nothing is easy. Those, who think otherwise, are fools. I only need to win a card game I never played. Never listen t

"What is it?" Before I could answer, a heavy, wet vibration rattled the windows. The glass fogged over with a thick, grey condensation that smelled of sulfur. "He's here," Cindy whispered, her voice cracking. "The Shaman. He’s at the gates." Kael stood at the center of the grand parlor, his bloody hand still wrapped in Julian's dark cloth. Beside him stood the Shaman. He was a terrifying sight. The old man was completely blind, his eyes were covered by a strip of rotting linen, but he moved with an unnatural, fluid grace.