Chapter 51 :Survival for 24 hour part 1
The portals cracked open like shattered glass across the ground. Emerald light poured out, and from that light came the stone plants monster millions of them. Plant bodies with stone mix everywhere, glowing green energy in the centre with green eyes staring with mindless hunger, and weapons made from rock and wood clutched in their hands radiating green energy.
The ground itself trembled beneath their march. It was not an army. It was a natural disaster, an unstoppable avalanche of monsters rolling forward with no end in sight.
Arthur, bleeding heavily and missing his left arm, planted his blade into the ground for support. His face was pale, yet his eyes remained sharp.
"Ank," he shouted to me, "listen to me carefully."
"Don't think about killing them all. That's impossible. Survive. Every second you endure brings you closer to tomorrow." He tightened his grip on his sword with his one remaining hand. "The Stone Plant Boss gave us a condition. Twenty four hours. That means there's a chance."and we will not lose this chance ,every second counts.
Ank POV
A chance. My heart screamed at me that it was a lie. This was a death sentence wrapped in mockery and waiting to devour me completely ,how will we survive this.
I knew the old man was on the brink of death and I was completely exhausted struggling to lift my hands and pain across my body.
When I think about this, a message pops up in the system.
Special Quest:
[this quest is issued by creation ]
Subquest 1:Survive for 24 hours .
Time Limit: 24 hours
Location: Duskwild
Difficulty: ??????
Reward: unlock your 0.5 percentage of seal for 48 hours.
[Description : You can stop seal hour countdown at any time and continue there you stop your hour countdown ]
Penalty: Arthur death and whole continent destroyed
Time until quest starts: 3 sec
System note: Special quests are issued by creation and destruction only.These were quests made by the system to help the user according to his situation and also motivate the user so he can complete quests fast .
After watching this quest ,I had hoped that if I survived 24 hours I would surely save Maya and old man and my mind was ready to give this shot.this quests will easily save both of us .
"I I'll fight," I thought in my mind and picked up a sword from the ground that the old man gave me .
The old man's lips twitched into the faintest smile. "Good. Then let's show them what it means to face us."
The first wave hit.
Dozens of stone soldiers rushed forward, their heavy steps shaking the ground. They swung their weapons down at me, their speed was fast.
Clang! Crack!
My sword met theirs. Sparks flew. My arms screamed from the impact. It was like clashing against a mountain.
One soldier lunged from the side. I barely dodged, its blade hit my shoulder and blood started coming. Pain shot through me, but I clenched my teeth and countered, thrusting my sword into its chest.
The soldier froze. Then its body cracked apart like shattered rock, collapsing into rubble.
One down.
A thousand more are already closing in.
I gasped for air, sweat dripping down my face. My mind screamed in panic
How we survive 24 hours.
This is impossible. There's too many.
This was the second time I was afraid of anything with my power. I cannot survive this assault but I had to survive for Maya and Old man and then I hear a voice that motivates me.
"Focus, Ank!" old man's voice thundered from behind me. Even injured, even missing an arm, he moved like a storm. His sword carved through three soldiers at once, their rocky heads flying into the air before their bodies crumbled.
His presence anchored me. If he could fight like that, what excuse did I have?,why am I afraid
I roared and swung again. Another soldier collapsed. Then another. Then another.
But for every one that fell, five more took its place.
Hour 1
In the first hour ,I was only dodging, blocking, slashing. My lungs burned, my arms ached, and every breath felt like knives in my chest.
The old man fought like a skill warrior that had experience in fighting like these circumstances. His blade flashed in wide arcs, each swing claiming multiple lives.
His experience was helping him fight with multiple enemies at one time and each of his movements was efficient, deadly. Yet the blood loss from his missing arm slowed him, his breathing growing heavier by the minute.
"Keep your stance tighter!" he barked at me between swings. "Don't waste motion! Surviving means a new dawn!"
I bit my lip until it bled, forcing myself to obey.slowly each strike became smaller, more precise. I aimed for weak points the glowing cracks in their chests, their neck joints, the backs of their knees.
The ground soon became littered with rubble, Corpse of stone plant soldiers crunching beneath our boots. But the tide never slowed.
I lost count after a hundred kills. My arms were in extreme pain, but the portals kept coming out more and more
One hour down. Twenty three more ? The thought nearly broke me.
Hour 2
By the second hour, my body was drenched in sweat and blood with my opponent and my blood .My sword slipped in my grip more than once, my hands were losing his power to swing but I refused.I remember my goal ,why am I fighting and move once again without any other thought only my goal .
The soldiers were relentless. They didn't tire. They didn't fear death. They only advanced.
Old man staggered once, nearly falling to his knees. I caught him with my shoulder, parrying a strike that would have taken his head.
"Master!"
"I'm fine!" he snarled, slashing back with a burst of strength. The stone plant soldier's head was cut out from his body.
But he wasn't fine. His face was pale, his lips tight. The wound from his missing arm still bled, despite the cloth he had tied around it.
I wanted to scream at him to stop, to rest, but I knew he wouldn't. If he stopped, we would both die.
That realization lit a fire in me. I had to fight while protecting the old man,I had to fight harder.
So I did.
Every swing became fueled by desperation. I tore through the soldiers with wild force, my blade cutting their rocky bodies, my voice hoarse from screaming.
Still, the pressure never eased.
The endless clashing of stone against my sword echoed in my ears until it was all I could hear.
My muscles screamed for rest, my vision blurred , but I forced myself to keep moving. If my healing cannot help me, I have already collapsed.
And I was once the emperor of the universe and I will not lose like these.