Weak Trembling Fortress Novels & Stories

Chapter 103 – The Crimson Fortress The portal’s crimson and black swirl spat them out onto a jagged cliff, the air thick with the scent of ash and molten iron. Before them loomed the fortress Jessica had glimpsed in the mirror’s shards—a towering monstrosity of obsidian and bone, its spires piercing a sky choked with storm clouds. Flames licked the walls, casting an eerie glow that pulsed like a heartbeat. At its center, a single tower rose higher than the rest, its peak crowned with a golden light that felt wrong, like a mockery of the nexus’s starfield.

Somewhere amidst those winding trails and bustling thoroughfares waits the army pledged to our campaign by Frost, their esteemed commander. With an ear-splitting roar heralding our arrival, Scar angles into a sharp dive toward the main stronghold perched atop a sheer-faced butte. I cling tighter to avoid being bucked off completely as we drop stomach-churningly fast. At the last instant, Scar's wings flare wide, coasting us down to land with a ground-shaking thud before the gates. The stallion Frost astride touches down lightly beside us. In synchronized motion, we slide from our mounts. I wobble briefly on shaky legs after the wild ride before catching my balance. Frost appears unruffled, a

The words sounded frantic. The Emperor noticed that the fort itself was beginning to waver as the ground started to quake. The massive structure, which was so grand it could have easily housed thousands upon thousands of men, was slowly shifting into the earth below. Puffs of dirt filled the air at the Southern Fort sunk into the ground, rattling the earth and the gnomes, horses and humans nearby. The leprechaun seemed to have fled. "Your Majesty!" Junayd called as the fort began to dive into the earth.

“Haha! Great! What I need is very simple: just have your fortress members vote for me.” Fane laughed out loudly. Unexpectedly, the Fortress Lavigne’s fortress master was in such a hurry and took the pill without much objection, even agreeing to his condition without much protest.

The grand staircase of the Black Ridge fortress was an architectural masterpiece of obsidian and bone-white marble. It was also, as Elara was currently discovering, a death trap for anyone with a center of gravity that had recently relocated to their tailbone. "One step at a time, Elara," Fenris said, walking backward down the stairs with his arms out like a man trying to catch a falling piano. "Heel, then toe. Don't think about the tail. If you think about the tail, it wins."

Savage As we navigate through winding corridors and shadowed chambers, each step forward feels like a descent into the unknown. The fortress seems to shift and change around us, its very walls alive with malevolent intent. Yet, we press on, our senses sharpened and our resolve unwavering. At last, we reach the heart of the fortress, a chamber bathed in an eerie glow that seems to emanate from a pedestal at its center. Resting upon the pedestal is a crystalline orb, pulsing with a dark energy that sends shivers down our spines.

“Protection.” Thomas let out an incredulous laugh. “You arrived with enough soldiers to invade a continent.” “The throne’s awakening will draw worse things than warlords and rival packs,” Lucien replied evenly. The mountain trembled again beneath us. Stronger this time. A deep vibration rolled through the stone foundation beneath Nightbane, powerful enough that cracks splintered visibly across one section of the outer wall below. Wolves throughout the fortress shouted in alarm while several torches extinguished instantly along the eastern towers.

A deep, grinding sound tore through its foundation as walls trembled, beams split, and entire sections of structure shifted out of alignment. Corin staggered, catching himself against a fractured pillar as dust rained down around him. “STABILIZE!” he shouted instinctively. But the word meant nothing anymore. Another shockwave followed. Stronger. This one didn’t just shake the fortress, It twisted it. The stone beneath his feet warped slightly, like reality had lost its rigidity. Cracks spread across the walls, not in straight lines, but in branching, unnatural patterns that didn’t follow structural logic. They followed something else.

The halberd in Wilbur's hand suddenly stopped rotating and slashed down on Ferris. A wave of spiritual energy that seemed to break the skies itself descended on Ferris like a meteor. That strike made everyone feel like the sky had been destroyed, shocking everyone. "Fortress of the End." Just as Wilbur launched that earth-shattering strike, Ferris shouted out as well, using his technique. He clasped his hands together, and countless gray inscriptions started to condense into a fortress, protecting Ferris within. That fortress was ten meters tall, and the bricks that were formed with inscriptions were incredibly solid. Both inside and outside of the fortress glowed with gray spiritual energy,

It was confirmation that the deep foundations had locked themselves into the granite core of the ridge making the fortress completely immovable. "The system is sealing itself Julian " Elena whispered, a curve on her lips as she looked up at him. "The mountain isn't breaking down. It's tightening its grip. No team, no equipment, not even a drill could breach the foundation vaults now. The house has literally bolted itself to the earth." Julian looked down at the plan back at Elena. A dark devotion burned in his gaze, a pride that left no room for anything else.