priest exuded an eerie yet solemn Beauty
he lay within an ancient stone
sarcophagus suspended in madir clad in a
black robe adorned with intricate
patterns that flickered subtly in the
dim light as if harboring some
mysterious power his face was
unnaturally pale with eyes closed and
hands crossed over his chest fingers
long and sharp sharp evoking the
chilling sensation of a cold wind in the
night deep and for boing surrounding him
were 12 death Knights encased in
Majestic armor their exteriors marked by
the Scars of Time and battle they knelt
in a half Crouch resembling statues
steadfastly guarding the death priest
the atmosphere alone compelled observers
to hold their breath too fearful to
Exhale though this was merely a game
suene could see the beads of sweat
trickling from the foreheads of many a
EST group approached the monsters
closing to within 5 m their eyes ignited
with an icy dark flame akin to two
flickering ghostly lights from the
underworld Illuminating the darkness the
ground began to tremble a deep and
commanding voice resonated through the
air the chant of the death Knights
sounded like ancient funeral Bells
tolling for all an overwhelming sense of
dread enveloped the atmosphere the air
was thick with a stench of Decay and
death a pungent and oppressive aroma
that rendered one breathless and chilled
to the Bone damn it why make the game so
vividly realistic the multitude gripped
by fear muttered curses under their
breath the death Bishop with a voice as
cold as it was commanding slowly in
toned the sleepers have awakened are you
mere mortals prepared to embrace the
Eternal death charge Frontline Advance
the voice of CCC rang out Resolute and
unyielding dispensing orders to the
Warriors and the students endowed with
tanking abilities without a hint of
hesitation yet the performance of these
students was somewhat disheartening they
surged forth like feeble old men in
their 70s trembling and shuffling toward
the enemy their legs quaked as if
afflicted by acute Parkinson syndrome
some students unable to Bear the
psychological strain collapsed to their
knees before the death bishop and the
death Knights as if they were offering
New Year greetings this spectacle caused
ccce to Furrow her brow thus she
encouraged loudly do not fear this is
merely a game it is all an illusion you
are undergoing an examination do not
allow your teachers to mock you upon
hearing ccc's rallying cry some students
gradually regained their composure
gritting their teeth they stood tall
once more raising their Shields damn it
charge the Frontline tanks and warriors
closed their eyes stealing themselves
for death chapter 17 The Fragile high
schoolers as the Horn of charge sounded
the DEA Bishop smirked slightly a hint
of sardonic Humanity gracing his lips
the contempt and disdain in that smile
coupled with a glimmer of mockery in his
eyes was deafly captured by suene who
momentarily froze a wave of unease
washing over him his intuition warned
him that Calamity was imminent sure
enough in the next heartbeat the deaf
Bishop raised a finger this seemingly
trivial gesture sent a Tremor through
the entire space a akin to a pebble cast
into a tranquil Pond ripples cascading
outward these waves though gentle in
appearance Bor an Indescribable
strangeness and Peril as the ripples
reached the students at the Forefront
their faces turned Ashen paler than
those mourning the seventh day after
death following this a series of dull
thuds echoed and those touched by the
ripples found their health bars
obliterated in an instant they had no
time to utter a final word before their
bodies disintegrated into dust what the
hell the students in the rear turned
pale at this sight fear and panic surged
within their eyes uncontrollable and