Darkbloom
Storm King of Superheroes
The ancient ruin was eerily beautiful, its cracked stone walls overgrown with vines and moss. Faint carvings adorned the weathered surface—symbols of an elven civilization long forgotten. Lightbloom knelt near a crumbled pillar, tracing the intricate patterns with his fingertips. His magic flared faintly, illuminating the carvings as he tried to discern their meaning.
“These glyphs,” he muttered to himself, “they must predate the village by centuries. But why here? What were they protecting?”
The air shifted—a subtle disturbance that sent a chill down his spine. He froze, his hand hovering over the stone, his ears twitching as he listened. The forest had gone silent, an oppressive stillness settling around him.
Then they struck.
Figures emerged from the shadows of the ruin, their forms indistinct but their movements predatory. Bandits, perhaps, but something about them felt… wrong. Their eyes gleamed unnaturally, and the faint stench of decay clung to the air.
Lightbloom leapt to his feet, his magic flaring as he summoned a radiant shield just in time to block the first attack. The force of the blow sent him stumbling backward.
“Not good,” he murmured, casting a burst of light to blind his attackers. It bought him a few precious seconds, but more shadows moved in the periphery, closing in.
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“These glyphs,” he muttered to himself, “they must predate the village by centuries. But why here? What were they protecting?”
The air shifted—a subtle disturbance that sent a chill down his spine. He froze, his hand hovering over the stone, his ears twitching as he listened. The forest had gone silent, an oppressive stillness settling around him.
Then they struck.
Figures emerged from the shadows of the ruin, their forms indistinct but their movements predatory. Bandits, perhaps, but something about them felt… wrong. Their eyes gleamed unnaturally, and the faint stench of decay clung to the air.
Lightbloom leapt to his feet, his magic flaring as he summoned a radiant shield just in time to block the first attack. The force of the blow sent him stumbling backward.
“Not good,” he murmured, casting a burst of light to blind his attackers. It bought him a few precious seconds, but more shadows moved in the periphery, closing in.
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