The Dark Warlock's Game

ing in front of Vardy's gaming setup, a VR helm

's skill set, leading to his demise against a group of level 20 tro

r just obliterates every

ock. My death magic makes short

ould've picked your cl

s, how would you handle managi

the room. Tracy sat at the foot of the bed, absorbed in her Eye-Phone. Although

ief at how quickly time had passed. "And we barel

like them in a class system designed to favor Altanas. Despite the odds,

ing from Altana students, particularly Dean's group. Lut

be out of here," Luthor

health and dwindling business. "Sometimes, he s

sting she rivaled some Technos in talent. Luthor

em. "Vardy, your calmness in any situation is rema

o. Vardy reassured him, acknowledging Luthor's he

o his game, the tranquility was shattered

adding an extra layer of menace to their already in

tensed, recognizing the imminent thre

arm from Tracy's chest, the sight of her collapsing onto Luthor's mo

isbelief, mirroring the sentiments shared by the rest of the group as they

od splatters staining his black outfit. A red streak

erced through his abdomen, sending him c

e looked at his bleeding stomach,

iends' deaths-all in vain. Gone in an instant, all

tion within Vardy, despite his numbness. He str

say, pointing accusingly at Dean and his gro

forward with sheer hatred,

haunt you," he vowed, glaring

ies to dispose of the bodies and erase any e

elf in a void, illumina

.

M...in

.

golden, ornate characters,

to Run

e your

is all

tely present, floating in a dark void with on

e letters, as if his mind mi

when he saw the prompt from Rune Quest, just

lently agreed i

eflection of his inner self, a familiar path he'd

the Order of Chaos witho

Dark Warlock class from the game, a c

lection vanished, Vardy's consci

overhead like silent sentinels. Recollections of his recent demise flooded his mind-

led by a fierce thirst for vengeance tha

omach, Vardy realized he was undead. His hand

efore him, confirming his new re

Vardy vowed revenge o

danger, likely from Vagrants lurking in the fores

nts, Vardy didn't see a threat, but potenti

ost," the m

r Class," i

Vardy t

is familiar,

rder of Chaos,"

e been finalized,"

n Occult, your adventure w