ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟜
Just as it seemed like all was lost, three warriors of Lucas arrived on the scene, accompanied by Lex. Eve's scanning abilities kicked in, revealing the newcomers' identities: Lucas Vhender, a 62-year-old wielding Thor's Hammer, ranked SSS; Albert, a 39-year-old shield-wearing warrior with the Gift of Shield of Kingdom, ranked S; Keina, a 31-year-old Archer of Wind, ranked S; and Oliver, a 47-year-old spear-wielding of Light and Dark right-hand man of Lucas, ranked SSS.
The Cerberus, one of Monstrovia's deadliest generals, was a force to be reckoned with, possessing the Gift of Transformation and a Calamity-class magic skill ranked SSS+. It unleashed its HellFire skill, sending Lucas and his warriors flying.
Lucas, impressed by the Cerberus's power, called out to his companions, "You guys, let's unleash our ultimate skills together!" The group complied, combining their might: Lucas with Thunder Hammer, Albert with Ultimate Shield, Keina with Supreme Arrow, and Oliver with Double Spear Throw, imbued with light and dark attributes.
Their synchronized attack shook the ground, but to their surprise, it only managed to sever one of the Cerberus's heads. The beast retaliated with a Supernova blast, knocking Lucas and his warriors unconscious. Lex's desperate cry echoed as she rushed to her father's side.
Suho, witnessing the sheer power of the Cerberus, knew he had to act fast. As the creature recovered, Suho charged forward, combining his Piercing Sword with Explosion. He plunged his sword into the Cerberus, detonating a massive explosion from within. The blast sent Suho flying, but it was too late for the Cerberus, its body disintegrating into pieces.
In the aftermath of the battle, the village was a hive of activity as the residents worked to rebuild and restore their homes and businesses. The workers assigned by Suho to construct roads and houses labored tirelessly, their efforts a testament to the village's resilience.
Lucas and his warriors had recovered from their injuries, rising from their sl beds after half a day's rest. Suho, however, remained unconscious, his body battered and bruised. Kite, who had also survived the battle, sat vigil beside him, watching over his master with a mixture of guilt and concern.
As Kite gazed at Suho's still form, tears began to fall down his face. "Forgive me, Master Suho," he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. "I'm so sorry I wasn't strong enough to defend you."
Unbeknownst to Kite, Suho's eyes had fluttered open, and he was watching him with a hint of amusement. A low chuckle escaped his lips, causing Kite's eyes to widen in surprise.
"What's with the ugly crying face, Kite?" Suho teased, his voice low and raspy. "You're supposed to be a tough assassin, not a sappy kid."
Kite's face reddened, and he hastily wiped away his tears. "Ah, you're awake, Master Suho!" he exclaimed, trying to compose himself. He playfully hit Suho on the head with the flat of his sword. "You're one to talk, Master Suho. You're the one who's always getting hurt."
Just then, Lucas entered the room, a warm smile on his face. "Ah, Suho, you're awake! Welcome back. We owe you a debt of gratitude for saving our village."
Suho's expression turned glomy, and he turned away, muttering under his breath. Lucas chuckled, understanding. "I know, I know. You're tired. But winter is approaching, and we need to prepare. We can't afford to rest yet."
Suho's face contorted in a silent scream, his eyes rolling heavenward. Why couldn't they just let me rest!!"
.....
Suho emerged from his chambers, dressed and ready to face the day. As he opened the door, he was greeted with a hero's welcome, the townspeople showering him with gratitude.
"Master Suho! Master Suho! Master Suho!" they chanted in unison.
A young child, clutching a bouquet of wildflowers, approached him, tears of joy streaming down her face. "Master Suho, you're the one who saved me!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling.
Suho's face softened, and he ruffled the child's hair. "You're safe now, little one," he said with a warm smile, striking a goofy pose. The crowd erupted into cheers and laughter, mimicking his stance.
Kite watched, mortified, his face burning with embarrassment. How could his master be so... un dignified?
Five hours later, Suho strolled through the village, taking in the sights and sounds of reconstruction. The once-destitute streets were now bustling with activity, the villagers working tirelessly to rebuild their homes and lives.
Suho approached a group of workers, a mischievous gl glinthe in his eye. "You folks are doing a great job," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But I think you can work faster."
The workers' faces fell, their eyes narrowing in anger. "You think you can just boss us around?" one of them snarled, hurling a shovel in Suho's direction.
Suho dodged the projectile, laughing, as he turned to Kite. "How's the treasury looking?" he asked, his voice nonchalant.
Kite's expression was grim. "It's not good, Master Suho. We've lost 70% of our gold reserves."
Suho's smile faltered, and he froze, his eyes widening in horror. A shovel slammed into the back of his head, sending him crashing to the ground. As he lay there, his face pale and drawn, it seemed as though his very life force had been extinguished.
*To be Continued*