nycdaug Chapter 117 Discovering the Source of the Curse
Chapter 117 Discovering the Source of the Curse
Discover the source of the curse
After going through countless hardships and dangers, as if walking through a thorny road made of blood, sweat and magic, Carl and his allies finally discovered the source of the curse in the bottomless darkness of the valley - an ancient altar that exudes an ominous atmosphere.
This altar, like a demon's throne, seemingly unearthed from the depths of hell, stood quietly in the center of a desolate land. It was constructed from massive, rough black boulders, their surfaces etched with the marks of time. These ancient incisions resembled painfully twisted faces, looming in the darkness, as if silently telling of past sins.
"Wow, this place looks like an old witch's house. It's so spooky that I get goosebumps." The elf shivered in the air. It hugged its small body tightly, and its wings flapped faster unconsciously, trying to dispel the chill that followed it around.
"Don't talk nonsense, elf, we need to concentrate." Lina glared at the elf, but her gaze was soon drawn to the altar, her eyes full of solemnity.
Everyone's gaze was fixed on the altar, where a black crystal ball rested, resembling the heart of darkness. Black runes swirled around the crystal ball, like tiny black snakes, serpentine and shimmering with eerie light. Each flicker was like lightning in the darkness, unleashing wave after wave of suffocatingly powerful cursed force. The cursed force surged like surging black waves, sweeping in all directions and assaulting the very bodies and minds of Carl and his allies.
"I feel like my magic power is about to be frozen by this power. This thing is really weird." An ally said tremblingly. He tried to cast a simple spell to resist, but the circulation of magic power in his body became extremely difficult, as if it was stuck in thick mud.
At that moment, the Ice and Fire Sword in Carl's hand suddenly reacted. The blade, previously only faintly glowing, now felt its mysterious power become incredibly active. The mysterious patterns on the hilt seemed to ignite, gleaming with a brilliant light. The color of the light echoed with the power of ice and fire, interweaving red and blue, appearing particularly dazzling in the darkness. It was as if the light was engaging in a mysterious dialogue, or perhaps a fierce contest, with some power on the altar.
"Hey, look at Carl's sword, it's like it's been injected with chicken blood. Could it be that it is a long-lost relative of this evil altar?" An ally tried to use humor to ease the tense atmosphere, but his voice couldn't stop trembling.
"Haha, maybe this sword wants to duel with the source of the curse!" Another ally responded with a forced smile.
Carl frowned, his gaze fixed intently on the Icefire Sword and the altar. He could sense the ripples of power emanating from the sword, a sensation both familiar and unfamiliar. After a brief moment of reflection, he came to a conclusion: to lift the curse, he must destroy the black crystal ball. However, he knew clearly that this would be no easy task. The curse contained within the crystal ball was so potent that destroying it would be like trying to tear down a fortress constructed of dark magic with bare hands.
"Everyone, don't get close. This crystal ball is very dangerous. We have to think of a solution." Carl warned. His voice was calm and firm, giving his allies a reassurance.
The allies stopped and gathered around Carl, discussing the situation.
"How about we attack it with magic together? Just like we did with those cursed creatures before." An ally suggested.
"No, the curse power of this crystal ball is much stronger than any we have encountered before. If we attack rashly, it might cause an even stronger backlash." Lina immediately rejected this idea. She looked at the crystal ball on the altar worriedly, holding the magic wand tightly in her hand.
"Then can we try to find the mechanism or weakness that controls this crystal ball?" Another ally came up with a new idea.
"That's a good idea. We can look around first to see if there are any clues." Carl nodded in agreement.
So, everyone began to carefully search the area around the altar. Some carefully observed the carvings on the altar stone, trying to find clues from those ancient patterns; some cast detection magic, hoping to detect the fluctuations of mysterious power hidden in the surroundings; and others paid attention to subtle changes on the ground and in the air, not missing any details that might be related to the crystal ball.
During the search, the allies cooperated with each other and reminded each other.
"Hey, look here, this carving is a bit strange, it seems to be pointing in that direction." An ally pointed to a carving on the boulder and said.
"Really? Then let's go and take a look." Another ally immediately came over, and the two continued to explore in the direction indicated by the mark.
"Everyone, be careful. The curse power here seems to be stronger. Don't be affected." Lina reminded. She cast a protective magic, forming a faint light curtain around everyone, temporarily resisting the erosion of the curse power.
Carl kept his eyes on the Icefire Sword and the crystal ball on the altar, trying to get more information from the sword's reaction. He found that when he approached a certain direction of the altar, the Icefire Sword's light would become brighter and the pattern on the hilt would flash faster.
"I think there might be some key clues here. Come and take a look." Carl shouted to his allies.
Hearing Carl's cries, his allies gathered in his direction. They circled the area Carl pointed out and once again began a meticulous search. Although everyone felt immense pressure during this process, they refused to give up. They knew this was the key to lifting the curse, saving this valley, and beyond. They were each other's source of strength, illuminating the path forward in this dark abyss with friendship and faith.
As the search deepens, they draw closer to the truth, but danger looms. The black crystal ball on the altar still emanates a powerful curse, like a dark bomb poised to explode at any moment. Carl and his allies stand on the detonation line, racing against time and fighting the darkness.