Heartstone - Chapter 67: Chapter 67
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As Ryker roared, advancing like a titan twisted by power, Dalen stepped forward, bloodied but unbroken. He turned to the warriors behind him.
“Hold the line!” he shouted. “We buy her time!”
With a battle cry, Dalen and the allied soldiers charged.
Ryker swung a steel beam like a club, knocking several men aside like dolls. His strength was monstrous, but the warriors were relentless. Explosive arrows struck his armor, slowing him. Spears jabbed at weak points in his mutated body. Dalen fired round after round, aiming for the glowing veins on Ryker’s arms and neck.
Still, Ryker pressed forward—unstoppable, raging.
Avera stood on the ridge, heart pounding, watching the people fight for her... for the ... for the future. She clenched her fist as the symbol on her palm burned with light. The power within was awakening—but it wasn’t complete yet.
She needed a moment longer.
And Dalen was giving her that moment—risking everything.
Then Ryker turned, slamming Dalen with a thunderous blow that sent him crashing against a rock wall. He groaned, blood dripping from his mouth, trying to rise.
Avera’s scream pierced the air.
The ’s glow ignited.
As Dalen fell and the battlefield trembled, a blinding light burst from the ridge where Avera stood. The air pulsed. The ground cracked beneath her feet. The on her palm blazed like a rising sun.
The soldiers, the villagers—even Ryker—froze for a heartbeat.
Then the wind howled around her.
Avera floated gently above the earth, her eyes glowing white-gold. Symbols shimmered across her arms, ancient and powerful, as if the mountain itself whispered through her blood. The wasn’t just a relic—it was part of her, waiting all her life to awaken.
She looked toward Ryker, her voice calm but unshakable.
“You defiled the sacred. You spilled innocent blood. Now... you face the light.”
She extended her hand. From the mountain’s core, beams of light surged outward, striking the ground around Ryker. The earth erupted in radiant chains that wrapped around his limbs, slowing his monstrous body.
Ryker roared and thrashed, but the chains held. His form burned where the light touched him.
Dalen, half-lifted by two soldiers, watched through blurry eyes.
“She’s... doing it,” he whispered.
The final battle had shifted. For the first time, Ryker looked unsure. For the first time, the people saw hope.
But Ryker was not finished yet.
With one deafening roar, he broke one of the chains.
“Hold the line!” he shouted. “We buy her time!”
With a battle cry, Dalen and the allied soldiers charged.
Ryker swung a steel beam like a club, knocking several men aside like dolls. His strength was monstrous, but the warriors were relentless. Explosive arrows struck his armor, slowing him. Spears jabbed at weak points in his mutated body. Dalen fired round after round, aiming for the glowing veins on Ryker’s arms and neck.
Still, Ryker pressed forward—unstoppable, raging.
Avera stood on the ridge, heart pounding, watching the people fight for her... for the ... for the future. She clenched her fist as the symbol on her palm burned with light. The power within was awakening—but it wasn’t complete yet.
She needed a moment longer.
And Dalen was giving her that moment—risking everything.
Then Ryker turned, slamming Dalen with a thunderous blow that sent him crashing against a rock wall. He groaned, blood dripping from his mouth, trying to rise.
Avera’s scream pierced the air.
The ’s glow ignited.
As Dalen fell and the battlefield trembled, a blinding light burst from the ridge where Avera stood. The air pulsed. The ground cracked beneath her feet. The on her palm blazed like a rising sun.
The soldiers, the villagers—even Ryker—froze for a heartbeat.
Then the wind howled around her.
Avera floated gently above the earth, her eyes glowing white-gold. Symbols shimmered across her arms, ancient and powerful, as if the mountain itself whispered through her blood. The wasn’t just a relic—it was part of her, waiting all her life to awaken.
She looked toward Ryker, her voice calm but unshakable.
“You defiled the sacred. You spilled innocent blood. Now... you face the light.”
She extended her hand. From the mountain’s core, beams of light surged outward, striking the ground around Ryker. The earth erupted in radiant chains that wrapped around his limbs, slowing his monstrous body.
Ryker roared and thrashed, but the chains held. His form burned where the light touched him.
Dalen, half-lifted by two soldiers, watched through blurry eyes.
“She’s... doing it,” he whispered.
The final battle had shifted. For the first time, Ryker looked unsure. For the first time, the people saw hope.
But Ryker was not finished yet.
With one deafening roar, he broke one of the chains.
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