Chapter 22 The might of void
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Updated : Sep 18th, 2025
He had studied about them when he spent his time in the library in the stormholme keep.
The revelation sent a chill through the clearing. The woman who was holding the child gasped, and the old man Colinus also
Nynthrals were creatures of legend, nightmarish beings known for their cunning, their cruelty, and their insatiable hunger for human flesh. Their presence here, hunting a woman and child, spoke of dark purposes beyond simple violence.
The wounded Nynthral let out an inhuman shriek and charged at Jolthar with renewed ferocity. Its companions joined the assault, their earlier caution forgotten in a frenzy of slashing claws and gnashing teeth.
Jolthar's Voidwrath surged in response to the escalating threat. Golden energy crackled along the length of his blade as he met the onslaught head-on. Each swing of his sword left trails of light in its wake, cutting through the air with impossible speed and precision.
Power of Voidwrath, granted by the goddess, Jolthar had been honing this power, incorporating it with his sword skills. And so far, the result was nothing marvellous.
Two Nynthrals fell in quick succession; their bodies fell to the ground. But for each one that fell, the others seemed to grow stronger, faster, and more desperate in their attacks.
The Nynthral recoiled in surprise but quickly recovered, baring sharp, needle-like teeth in a grotesque approximation of a smile. "Impressive, boy. But futile. You cannot stop us, not now, not ever."
"Whatever your plans," Jolthar said, his voice steady despite the exertion of battle, "they end here."
The Nynthral leader's only response was a bone-chilling shriek as it launched itself at Jolthar with inhuman speed. Its claws, dripping with a sickly green venom, slashed at Jolthar's face.
He ducked and weaved, his sword a blur of golden light as he parried and countered.
The remaining Nynthrals joined their leader, turning the clearing into a whirlwind of slashing claws, gnashing teeth, and flashing steel.
Jolthar found himself hard-pressed, fighting with every ounce of skill and power at his disposal.
A particularly vicious strike sent Jolthar stumbling backward. He felt his back press against the trunk of a massive oak, and for a moment, it seemed the Nynthrals had him cornered. The leader's eyes gleamed with triumphant malice as it closed in for the kill.
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