This is the last chapter I have from royal road, and from here on out it's gonna be webnovel content only.
'I might not have much time, and I might not make it.'
The girl, precautious, looked at the monster with hollow bleeding eyes. Eyes creaked out, with a tongue whipping from side to side. The stench it reeked was sharp and it made the girl feel heavy.
"Hah, I might of screwed myself here, but you're forgetting one thing-" The girl leaped into a pile of leaves and loaded a shot, BANG the flintlock exploded on her hand shattering into many pieces.
"""Son of a bullet I'm screwed"""
'My hand is all battered, the shards pierced too deep. I think I broke the flintlock from exposing it to too much pressure."
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It's the same old thing everyday anyway.
The loud thumping draws closer as beads of sweat trickle down the trees, hold on trees don't sweat. As she inspected closer she realized this sticky liquid. It reeks of rot, this is the saliva of the beast. κκκͺκκκκ οΌ²οΌ₯οΌ₯οΌ₯οΌ₯οΌ₯οΌ₯οΌͺοΌ¨οΌ¨οΌ¨οΌ¨οΌ¨οΌ¨οΌ¨, clammering and clicking the monster threw himself down to the ground, and the girl decided to fall back. His neck cracking and the monster seemed to be cackling, he snapped his elongated neck multiple times and lashed it onto the pile of leaves.
It now showed its true form son of a glock, you mother trucker. Hello mama mia of all the owls I've encountered, you're definitely the ugliest.
Elongated neck, half of a vulture's skull, oozing internals, black owl-like wings, and skinny flamingo legs.
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'I'm beyond screwed' Out of panic she scurried away into the forest, managing to hide behind a bush. But it was a futile attempt, she was immediately located and now being chased by the dark owl. It hurled a wave of feathers so sharp, and pierces deeply into the skin. The pony girl ran from desperation, but the girl could not dodge the feathers. The thin vibrant sensation of pain barbed into her knee, she realized too late but the owl's feathers drilled through her knee and barbed it stuck. One feather even injured her elbow with the battered arm permanently, her efforts to try and disengage from battle drove her into a lake where the struggle broke out even further.
The owl was about to claw her down but just in the Nick of time. πππ¦ππ from a faraway distance, the silhouette of a familiar figure holding a crossbow nocked an arrow into the Dark Owl's spine and it wildly writhes in pain. It crashes its wings, flapping them around so aimlessly but so intensely that it shook the forest.
'Dang it, this crossbow's jammed!' The familiar voice cursed. This familiar voice was Auto, who had robbed a near by corpse and is now returning a favor. 'It's 10 minutes until Dawn.' Auto complained in his head, 'But that ain't too far for me, it scratches the back of my mind but still...' Auto paused for a moment and grinned 'Aira wouldn't want me dead like this.' He said with radiating vigor and renewed confidence.
Was he scared? Sure
Was he a hero? Only to one person
Is he a good person? No one knows for sure
But in the current curriculum, his pride won't let him avoid paying back a debt. But despite all, the main goal still arises.
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ββββββββββββββββββ
With great effort and struggle, proven vigor and worthy. The unholy son of justice, the dark side of truth. The outcast of the shadows.
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Beneath the dawn, he reigns victorious. And beneath the shadow he looms, the agony of a thousand sunsets. The hand of god.
Auto the dawn breaker.