Ash. The Legends of the Nameless World. Progression Gamelit Story by Kirill Klevanski (ink book reader .txt) 📕

flew forward with such speed that her sword almost bent from how strong the air resistance was. No one saw what happened next, they only heard a loud bang, followed by Mary crashing into a nearby tree. Her leg was bent at an unnatural angle. A trickle of black blood was running down the druid’s arm. Alice conjured a Golden Cocoon around Mary. She’d take about ten seconds to heal, during which the druid wouldn’t be able to touch her.

Blackbeard shouted something and ran into the druid like a battering ram, shimmering shield ready to crush anything that stood in its path. Less than a heartbeat later, he was tangled in roots that suddenly grew from under his feet, and thrown to the ground. His nose and left arm were injured.

Several lightning bolts crackled through the air but were all cut to pieces by Lari who kept flickering in and out of existence. His blades cut with incredible speed, slicing through enemy spells like scissors through parchment. Playing the role of a defender, he couldn’t find the time to properly attack despite the many holes he had spotted in the druid’s defense.

“Esh!” Tul shouted, drawing the bowstring and firing Scatter Shot. The arrow split into seven, all aiming for the enemy’s head. The druid responded by hitting the ground with his staff, making it light up with orange flames. He then plunged it deep into the soil, causing a fiery shimmer to envelop him. The arrows simply bounced off the shield and fell to the ground, all but one disappearing in a shower of sparks. Tul drew a pistol from his belt and fired bullet after bullet. Not a single hit reached its goal.

Lari was still fighting while Blackbeard was being treated by Alice. No one seemed to be able to so much as scratch the druid.

Ash was about to cast a spell when their opponent doubled over in pain as a narrow blade pierced through his side. Mary had managed to heal while he wasn’t looking. Having assumed a rather peculiar stance, she held the sword parallel to the ground, pressing the handle to her shoulder. Dash after dash, she left small holes in the ground in the form of her feet. The druid didn’t dare lower his defenses. And even though he knew where and when her blows would land, he couldn’t keep up with her speed.

Moving toward the forest, the druid was backed up against a tree.

“Fury of the Forest!”

His shout was followed by creaking. The roots of the tree behind him became legs, branches twisted into arms and hands, and the hollows in the trunks turned into mouths and eyes.

“Ents,” Ash whispered, observing the wooden giants.

“I got it!” Blackbeard shouted, jumping to his feet and nodding in thanks to Alice. He spun his ax, cutting into a line of five ents, each a dozen feet tall. Wood creaked as it gave way to the turquoise-engulfed steel. Every blow of the wooden arms rang out like a gong as it landed on the heavy shield.

Blackbeard exchanged a glance with Tul. Both nodded. Lari shouted something. Mary, completing another series of rapid jumps, dodged to the side. Tul snatched an arrow from his quiver and aimed it at the druid who had begun to raise his staff. Judging by the amount of energy he had managed to summon into it, he was about to unleash something terrible.

A blue mist enveloped Lari’s feet, sending him flying forward. However, he was a couple of feet short of reaching his target. Blades at the ready, he jumped at the flying arrow.

“Bloody Dawn!”

Steel flashed red. Lari, pushing off the arrow, cut through the wall of thorns, several ents, and the wooden shield, conjured up by the druid at the last moment. The blades slammed against the staff, but, as strong as the combo of their attacks was, it still wasn’t enough to defeat the druid.

Ash hit the ground with his staff and Lari’s blades glowed white, slicing through the wood like a knife through butter. The druid didn’t even have the time to scream. His head fell to the ground, followed by his body, wetting the grass with black blood. Ents, devoid of their magical support, crumbled to dust. Blackbeard collapsed with a heavy sigh. His entire left arm was black and blue, and his face was covered in thin, bleeding cuts.

“Good job, team,” Mary said as she sunk her sword into the druid’s chest. One could never be too sure with them.

Alice came to Blackbeard to heal him, while Tul went to collect arrows that had fallen nearby. Going into the woods for the rest of them was too risky. Lari, eyes sparkling with greed, reached into the bag with the magic scrolls. Crouching by the corpse, he examined the druid’s robes, staff, and amulets.

“What nonsense,” Ash muttered, poking the severed head with a stick.

“Cool technique, isn’t it?” Tul smiled proudly, pulling the arrows out of the bushes. “Lari and I came up with it. He has a special enchantment on his boots and I trained super hard to make the arrows fly even faster. By the way, good job with that fire spell.”

Tul kept blabbering about the special skills in their arsenal and how well Ash showed himself in his first serious battle, but the young mage was busy thinking about something completely different to pay attention to him.

He still couldn’t get Helmer out of his head. Much was known about the demon, and there were certainly many stories and legends about him, but what was known for certain was that his predictions were never wrong. So how come they were still alive? Was this not the battle that was supposed to kill them?

Chapter 37

A lice was treating Blackbeard’s arm while he was actively chugging booze from his flask.

“He was a tough one,” he mumbled, glancing