Skyrim Zephyr Novels & Stories

Instead, he muttered to himself again and again, "Where's my cheat ability? Why did it disappear? Why can't I see the future anymore?! What's going on?!" His expression was twisted with madness, like a rabid dog gone out of control. [That skill was a limited-time quirk for the newbie male lead, and it was bound to be retracted after a week.] [Even if he stocked the wrong supplies, he should've at least gotten food too. But this guy stocked only ice?] [Another brain-dead male lead, abandoned by the system.] At that moment, the signal cut off. I shrugged again, before continuing to eat my grilled meat.

Her pain bled into me, and I clenched my jaw against it. We reached the small, secluded clearing first. I stayed close to Lara but gave her space, watching as she paced slowly, arms wrapped around herself. The wait felt endless. Exactly fifteen minutes later, the air shimmered near the treeline. Zephyr stepped out — tall and lean, with blonde-streaked black hair and eyes that glowed faintly with coded runes. Half witch. A faint hum of magic and technology clung to him like static.

It was decided that Ia and Jon would head for Canestor and talk to Nioob. Ia did not doubt the queen's help. The biggest problem was secrecy. The high shaman had spies in every tribe and every village in Zanestor. Every lower shaman answered to him directly and even the smallest outpost in Zanestor had at least one of them. Passing through caves and tunnels in the underground would be impossible. Another option were airships. The safest bet was for the airships to drop

I said with a laugh as worry lines creased his brow. We rode the Hipper, a superconducting levitation transporter that took city dwellers to and from the Drock, then proceeded onward to the edge of the ice lands. At speeds of over five hundred miles an hour, we passed computerized automotive harvesters and hovering seeding machines that dotted the landscape. Leaves as bright as jewels spun through the air in the Hipper’s wake. In the distance, the towering ice mountains stretched across the horizon. The ice lands covered two-thirds of our planet, sustaining a population of more than eighty million.

James interrupted, “This is nothing. The Zephyrbane Spears comprises three parts—basic, intermediate, and advanced.” “The basic technique is called the Mystic Wind Drifter. It focuses on group assault, uses curses as the foundation, and is assisted with the Terrastride Step, Dawnblaze Form, and Chaos Yin-Yang Eyes for anticipating the enemy’s movements. It boasts 360,000 permutations. Once initiated, there’s no turning back as it’s a fully offensive skill.” As James spoke, he demonstrated the skill, causing the spears in the void to shift rapidly, filling the sky with dazzling and impeccable displays. The relentless assault and lightning-fast movements would render any opposition futile. “Th