dawn war god

The stormy events of the previous chapter still linger vividly in memory, as the shadowy threat of the Dark Order looms over the Victoria family like an oppressive fog. The tension is suffocating. Yet, Solomon, with unwavering resolve, has taken it upon himself to uncover the truth. Relying on his extraordinary stealth abilities, he moves like a phantom in the night, silently approaching the camp of the Dark Order.

The moonlight bathes the sinister encampment, casting long, eerie shadows. Solomon steps carefully, each movement as light as a feather, mindful not to alert the patrolling guards. He skillfully merges into the darkness, using the uneven terrain and shadows to conceal himself, becoming one with the night.

"These fiends, scheming their vile plots in the cover of darkness. Tonight, I'll expose their true nature," Solomon muttered under his breath, his eyes gleaming with determination.

The camp exudes an oppressive aura, a stench of evil and decay that seems to taint the very air. The atmosphere grows heavier with each step, the malevolent energy gnawing at Solomon's senses.

As he weaves cautiously through the camp, Solomon catches sight of the Dark Order's ongoing preparations for a sinister ritual. A group of cultists bustles about, gathering rare and peculiar materials amidst a chaotic flurry of activity.

"These materials were not easy to acquire! We can't afford even the slightest mistake!" one cultist barked sharply.

"Indeed! Once the ritual is complete and the demon is summoned, this world will be ours to command!" another cultist chimed in, his face twisted into a maniacal grin.

Hiding in the shadows, Solomon observes closely. He sees the gathered materials—priceless herbs glowing with an eerie light, peculiar minerals etched with mysterious runes, and monstrous magic cores that radiate a chilling aura, harvested from fearsome magical beasts.

"What in the world are they planning?" Solomon wondered, his mind racing as he pieced together the fragments of what he had seen and heard.

Suddenly, he overhears a whispered conversation between two cultists.

"This ritual is no ordinary one. It requires these materials and a forbidden dark magic to open a gate to the underworld. Once the demon steps through, the entire world will descend into chaos!" one cultist murmured conspiratorially.

"Exactly! The Dark Order's grand plan is finally coming to fruition, and the Victoria family will be annihilated in the process!" the other added with a sinister laugh.

Solomon's heart tightened. He knew the gravity of the situation. If they succeeded, the entire continent would be plunged into unimaginable ruin. He resolved to find the location of the ritual and uncover any critical details about their plans.

After careful searching, he stumbled upon a hidden tent. Inside, he found an ancient tome resting atop a makeshift altar.

"This is it!" Solomon thought, his pulse quickening as he carefully opened the book.

To his dismay, much of the tome's content was encrypted and indecipherable. Still, he managed to glean a few vital pieces of information from the sections he could understand.

"The ritual requires a specific time and location, as well as a powerful dark mage to preside over it…" Solomon murmured, committing every detail to memory.

But just as he was about to delve deeper, a piercing alarm shattered the stillness of the night.

"Damn it! I've triggered a trap!" Solomon cursed under his breath, realising his mistake.

A hidden magical mechanism had been set off during his infiltration, and the entire camp erupted into chaos.

"An intruder! Catch him at once!" a guard bellowed.

Dark Order members swarmed from every direction, weapons in hand, their eyes burning with murderous intent.

"Fools! You'll need more than this to stop me!" Solomon thought, suppressing his rising tension as he quickly assessed the situation. He calmed himself, his mind racing as he devised a plan.

Using the camp's chaotic layout to his advantage, Solomon darted between obstacles, evading capture while keeping his enemies disoriented.

"You wretched villains! Tonight will be your downfall!" he muttered as he took cover behind a tent. Timing his strike perfectly, he sprang into action, taking down an approaching cultist with a single swift blow.

"There! He's over there!" another cultist cried out, rallying others to close in.

Solomon remained unfazed. With a flick of his hand, he cast an illusion spell, creating multiple decoys of himself to confuse his pursuers.

"This way! He's escaping this way!" one cultist shouted, chasing a phantom image of Solomon in the wrong direction.

In the midst of the chaos, Solomon spotted a weakness in the cultists' formation. "Now's my chance!" he thought, gathering his strength. With lightning speed, he launched a precise assault, exploiting the vulnerability and taking down several enemies in rapid succession.

"You've underestimated me!" Solomon roared, his movements swift and lethal as he broke through their encirclement.

Yet, the cultists kept coming, their numbers seemingly endless. Solomon knew he couldn't linger. He needed an escape route, and fast. Amid the confusion, he noticed a narrow path leading to the outskirts of the camp. It was quiet—too quiet. An ominous silence hung over it, suggesting hidden dangers.

Should he take this path and risk what lies ahead? Or would he fall into an even deadlier trap? Solomon's every step forward was fraught with uncertainty, as the sinister schemes of the Dark Order continued to unfold. What awaited him in the shadows of this perilous escape route? Only time would tell.