Rachel dashes through the dense forest, Evandel snugly strapped to her back. The rapier in her hand glints in the dappled sunlight as she maneuvers through the thicket, eyes scanning for any sign of danger. The Emergency Escape Route, a treacherous path Hyon devised, stretches ahead, winding through a landscape fraught with uncertainty.
Evandel's voice, muffled against Rachel's back, interrupts the rhythmic beat of their hurried steps. "Mommy, I'm hungry."
"Hold on, sweetie. We'll stop and rest soon," Rachel pants, determination etched on her face.
As they continue their sprint through the 11th Timeline, the air pulsates with an otherworldly energy. Rachel's mind races, always wary of the ever-shifting leylines that could throw her off course.
"But I want to eat now!" Evandel whines, her hunger becoming more apparent.
"We can't stop here. It's not safe. We need to find a secure spot," Rachel asserts, scanning the surroundings for a suitable resting place.
Pushing deeper here within the 10th timeline, Rachel senses the proximity of a Threshold – a place where the fabric of time is fragile, a gateway to other possibilities. Contemplating the risk, she knows the consequences of ending up in the wrong timeline are too great.
"Mommy, what's that?" Evandel asks, looking up at a shimmering distortion in the air.
"That's a Threshold, Evandel. We have to be careful around here," Rachel replies cautiously, her grip on the rapier tightening.
The stomach-growling protest from Evandel persists. "Can we at least eat something?"
"Soon, my love. Just a little farther, and we'll take a break," Rachel reassures with a smile. The Emergency Escape Route stretches ahead, a perilous journey into the unknown.
Holding tight to Evandel, Rachel knows that the next decision could lead them deeper into the labyrinth of timelines. Rachel with a determined gaze jumps to the distortion and simultaneously explodes her magic power, thus destabilizing the leylines. Rachel blinks, and she now suddenly finds herself in a ruined city.
Rachel looks at a distance, and recognizes a troubling monster watching over the city.
“It seems trouble…” Rachel remarks as she checks on the minicomputer she retrieved from her waist. The readings of the minicomputer suggest that Rachel is currently at her 11th Timeline.
The towering silhouette of the Pterodactyl monster casts a chilling shadow on the high-rise building. “Hold tight, Del, mommy is going to run fast…” Rachel's heart pounds as she darts through the labyrinth of streets, sticking to the shadows in the hope that the colossal creature won't spot her. The air crackles with magic, a palpable sign that the Outcall has left its mark on this timeline.
As Rachel turns a corner, her eyes widen at the unexpected sight of humanoid monsters. Kobolds, armed with gleaming steel weapons and clad in sturdy armor, block her path. Evandel, her daughter, lets out a cry as a swift Kobold nearly seizes her. “Mom! They are coming!”
Reacting with lightning speed, Rachel channels her wind elementalism, creating a powerful gust that sends the Kobold stumbling backward. “Get away, you twat!”
With her rapier in hand, Rachel takes a defensive stance. The wind elementalism swirls around the blade, forming bullets of air at its tip. She thrusts forward, and the bullets shoot toward the approaching monsters, cutting through the air with deadly precision. The Kobolds, caught off guard, fall one by one as Rachel skillfully dispatches them with a combination of swift strikes and calculated maneuvers.
The streets echo with the clash of steel and the howls of defeated monsters. Rachel's focus remains unbroken as she continues to navigate the chaotic battlefield, her rapier dancing through the air with the grace of a seasoned warrior. The magic in the atmosphere intensifies, a constant reminder of the ongoing Outcall and the dangers that lurk in this altered timeline.
Rachel descends the narrow alley, Evandel nestled in her arms. Gently placing her daughter in a corner, she mutters to herself. "Hold on, Del. Mommy's got this."
“Mom,” Evandel calls to Rachel with determined eyes. “Mom, you can do it!”
Rachel smiles.
Summoning Fenrir, her contracted spirit, Rachel notes the wolf's diminished size – a mere large dog, evidence of her spirits still recovering. "You'll have to do, Fenrir."
Kobolds pour in from alleys, streets, and upper buildings, exacerbating Rachel's frustration.
"This is getting annoying."
A swift wind barrier deflects arrows hurtling her way, but the onslaught persists. Rachel's face tightens with resolve.
"I need to find a way out of this."
Kobold spearmen assemble, forming a tight unit. Trapped in the confined space, Rachel scans for an escape route but finds none.
"Nowhere to run. I'll have to fight my way out."
The spearmen advance, closing the gap, and Rachel, with Fenrir by her side, braces for the impending clash. “Protect Del.” Rachel adds, giving a firm order to Fenrir. The summoned wolf growls menacingly, its ice powers creating a mist around it.
Rachel clicks her tongue in annoyance as she realizes the kobold monsters are quite never-ending. She swiftly moves her hands, summoning a series of flying orbs of flames, and unleashes them toward the kobolds, who are taking potshots from their bows from the elevated area.
"Stay close, Evandel!" Rachel calls out to her daughter, her eyes focused on the fiery onslaught.
Evandel, her young face determined, bravely takes in the sight of her mom protecting her. "I'm not scared, Mom! I can help too!" she exclaims, gripping a small staff adorned with mystical symbols.
The staff that Rachel has picked up from a wayward dungeon in the hopes of Evandel using it to protect herself does amplify Evandel’s control over her own magic power, but it isn’t really of much help considering the kind of enemies they are facing.
Rachel smirks, a combination of pride and concern in her eyes. "Just stay behind me, sweetheart. We've got this." Fenrir howls, summoning spears of ice, which fly at incredible speeds to a group of kobolds. While at it, Rachel summons a jet of fire from the tips of her rapier while simultaneously casting orbs of fire flying at accurate marks.
As the orbs of flames consume some of the kobolds, Rachel decides to change her tactics. She quickly cloaks her rapier with the combination of wind elements and ice elements, turning her swordsmanship into a more lethal and crippling force. The blade glows with an ethereal frost as she charges toward the remaining kobolds, cutting through them with precision.
Evandel watches in awe as her mom maneuvers through the battlefield, a dance of fire and ice. "Wow, Mom, you're amazing!"
Rachel grins, her focus unwavering. "It runs in the family, Evandel. Now, let your mommy show what else she got!" She continues to fend off the kobold threat, determined to protect her daughter and put an end to the relentless assault.
The moon hangs low in the night sky as Rachel navigates the dense forest, her senses sharp. Suddenly, a rustle in the bushes alerts her to an imminent threat. Without hesitation, a kobold wielding a gleaming katana darts towards her flank with astonishing speed. Rachel's eyes narrow, and in a swift motion, she extends her hand toward the kobold, freezing its legs in place.
Rachel pivots gracefully, her movements calculated and precise. As the immobilized kobold struggles to break free, Rachel conjures a scythe of wind with a flick of her wrist. The ethereal blade whistles through the air, finding its mark at the kobold's throat. The creature gasps for breath, defeated.
Unfazed by her recent triumph, Rachel shifts her attention to a trio of kobolds mounted on wolves, brandishing spears like cavalry. In a seamless dance, she extends her left hand, conjuring elemental magic that crackles with energy. Simultaneously, her rapier becomes an extension of her will, moving like a wand in the hands of a seasoned sorceress.
With a swift series of strikes, Rachel pierces the air with her rapier, sending bolts of lightning and gusts of wind toward the approaching cavalry. The combined forces of nature and magic converge on the kobolds, striking them down with deadly precision. The once formidable riders and their wolf companions fall, defeated and motionless.
As the echoes of battle fade, Rachel stands amidst the stillness of the forest, her weapons glowing with residual energy. She remains vigilant, knowing that more challenges may lie ahead in the mysterious night. “Now, now… This kobolds just never end, huh?”
Rachel stands on the desolate street, her eyes scanning the surroundings. The once bustling city now lies in ruins, and the ominous silhouette of the High Rank Pterodactyl looms above the crumbling buildings. She takes a deep breath, contemplating her next move. If Rachel takes any much longer, she will risk the Pterodactyl noticing the commotion she is causing.
Though Rachel is unleashing quite the spectacle, she makes sure to subdue the kobolds with minimal power, hoping not to attract the attention of the distant Highs Rank monster which judging by its size and magic power is most likely near the Master Rank category.
If Hraesvelgar has fully recovered, flying away from here might be their best option. Rachel closes her eyes, focusing on the magical connection with her contracted spirits. Sensing the strength returning to Hraesvelgar, Rachel's lips curve into a confident smile.
"Just in time," she whispers, summoning the mighty creature.
Just as she's about to mount Hraesvelgar, a sudden shout pierces the air. It's Evandel, her daughter, warning her of an imminent threat. Rachel reacts swiftly, turning to find a sneaky kobold assassin closing in on her.
"Fenrir!" Rachel commands.
Her summoned spirit, a majestic wolf, lunges at the approaching kobold with lethal precision, eliminating the threat.
"Well done, Fenrir," she says, a sigh of relief escaping her.
The High Rank Pterodactyl screeches overhead, reminding Rachel of the larger danger at hand. She absorbs the magic power in the atmosphere without a second thought, her actions bordering on recklessness.
Time to break through. She turns to her little daughter, who is watching the scene unfold with wide eyes.
"Evandel, ride Fenrir. We're breaking through."
"Yes, Mom!" Evandel nods, climbing onto Fenrir's back and gripping onto its fur.
With a final glance at the chaos around them, Rachel urges Fenrir forward.
"Let's go!"
The majestic wolf moves with incredible speed, racing through the debris-littered streets as mother and daughter embark on their daring escape.
“Hraesvelgar, play with the Pterodactyl, escape is of the highest priority!!” Rachel shouts to the air, giving firm orders to the summoned eagle. Hraesvelgar squeals in delight as it flies off into the air.
At this point, the Pterodactyl would definitely notice Rachel for what she plans to do, so she might as well take the preemptive opportunity, thus her decision to summon Hraesvelgar.
Rachel feels the intensity of the situation escalating as the kobold monsters surround her, their numbers multiplying with each passing moment. The pressure is building, and she senses the presence of not only the standard kobolds but also occasional High Rank and Intermediate Rank monsters among them. The apocalyptic event of Outcall becomes even more threatening due to the alarming rate at which these powerful creatures spawn.
Rachel grits her teeth, determination flashing in her eyes. She knows she can't hold back any longer. With a swift motion, she reaches for her trump card—Valkyrie Mode. Elemental powers surge around her, forming a protective armor that shimmers with pure energy. The transformation is swift but breathtaking.
In an instant, Rachel is clad in striking silver-white armor, and majestic white wings sprout from her back. Her blonde hair undergoes a magical transformation, growing several centimeters and cascading over her shoulders. The sheer presence of her Valkyrie Mode is awe-inspiring.
Evandel, Rachel's daughter, watches in wide-eyed surprise as her mother undergoes this heroic metamorphosis. The battlefield is now a stage for Rachel's powerful form, and with newfound strength, she prepares to face the onslaught of monsters with unwavering determination.
Rachel raises her rapier, the blade glinting in the dim light of the chaotic battlefield. Her focus narrows as her eyes lock onto the towering two-meter-tall kobold wielding a broadsword. Without hesitation, she leaps forward, her movements graceful yet swift, leaving behind a trail of blinding light.
In the blink of an eye, Rachel pierces through the giant kobold, her rapier finding its mark with deadly accuracy. The monstrous foe staggers, a hole the size of a manhole now gaping in its torso. The efficiency of Rachel's strike is a testament to her skill in combat.
Behind her, Fenrir, the formidable wolf, moves with purpose, carrying Evandel on his back. As they follow in Rachel's wake, Fenrir uses its ice element to slow down any monster foolish enough to approach. The freezing aura emitted by the wolf creates a barrier, giving Rachel the space she needs to continue her assault on the relentless horde of monsters. The trio moves in a synchronized dance, a force to be reckoned with on the apocalyptic battlefield.
Rachel dashes through the dense forest, Evandel snugly strapped to her back. The rapier in her hand glints in the dappled sunlight as she maneuvers through the thicket, eyes scanning for any sign of danger. The Emergency Escape Route, a treacherous path Hyon devised, stretches ahead, winding through a landscape fraught with uncertainty.
Evandel's voice, muffled against Rachel's back, interrupts the rhythmic beat of their hurried steps. "Mommy, I'm hungry."
"Hold on, sweetie. We'll stop and rest soon," Rachel pants, determination etched on her face.
As they continue their sprint through the 11th Timeline, the air pulsates with an otherworldly energy. Rachel's mind races, always wary of the ever-shifting leylines that could throw her off course.
"But I want to eat now!" Evandel whines, her hunger becoming more apparent.
"We can't stop here. It's not safe. We need to find a secure spot," Rachel asserts, scanning the surroundings for a suitable resting place.
Pushing deeper here within the 10th timeline, Rachel senses the proximity of a Threshold – a place where the fabric of time is fragile, a gateway to other possibilities. Contemplating the risk, she knows the consequences of ending up in the wrong timeline are too great.
"Mommy, what's that?" Evandel asks, looking up at a shimmering distortion in the air.
"That's a Threshold, Evandel. We have to be careful around here," Rachel replies cautiously, her grip on the rapier tightening.
The stomach-growling protest from Evandel persists. "Can we at least eat something?"
"Soon, my love. Just a little farther, and we'll take a break," Rachel reassures with a smile. The Emergency Escape Route stretches ahead, a perilous journey into the unknown.
Holding tight to Evandel, Rachel knows that the next decision could lead them deeper into the labyrinth of timelines. Rachel with a determined gaze jumps to the distortion and simultaneously explodes her magic power, thus destabilizing the leylines. Rachel blinks, and she now suddenly finds herself in a ruined city.
Rachel looks at a distance, and recognizes a troubling monster watching over the city.
“It seems trouble…” Rachel remarks as she checks on the minicomputer she retrieved from her waist. The readings of the minicomputer suggest that Rachel is currently at her 11th Timeline.
The towering silhouette of the Pterodactyl monster casts a chilling shadow on the high-rise building. “Hold tight, Del, mommy is going to run fast…” Rachel's heart pounds as she darts through the labyrinth of streets, sticking to the shadows in the hope that the colossal creature won't spot her. The air crackles with magic, a palpable sign that the Outcall has left its mark on this timeline.
As Rachel turns a corner, her eyes widen at the unexpected sight of humanoid monsters. Kobolds, armed with gleaming steel weapons and clad in sturdy armor, block her path. Evandel, her daughter, lets out a cry as a swift Kobold nearly seizes her. “Mom! They are coming!”
Reacting with lightning speed, Rachel channels her wind elementalism, creating a powerful gust that sends the Kobold stumbling backward. “Get away, you twat!”
With her rapier in hand, Rachel takes a defensive stance. The wind elementalism swirls around the blade, forming bullets of air at its tip. She thrusts forward, and the bullets shoot toward the approaching monsters, cutting through the air with deadly precision. The Kobolds, caught off guard, fall one by one as Rachel skillfully dispatches them with a combination of swift strikes and calculated maneuvers.
The streets echo with the clash of steel and the howls of defeated monsters. Rachel's focus remains unbroken as she continues to navigate the chaotic battlefield, her rapier dancing through the air with the grace of a seasoned warrior. The magic in the atmosphere intensifies, a constant reminder of the ongoing Outcall and the dangers that lurk in this altered timeline.
Rachel descends the narrow alley, Evandel nestled in her arms. Gently placing her daughter in a corner, she mutters to herself. "Hold on, Del. Mommy's got this."
“Mom,” Evandel calls to Rachel with determined eyes. “Mom, you can do it!”
Rachel smiles.
Summoning Fenrir, her contracted spirit, Rachel notes the wolf's diminished size – a mere large dog, evidence of her spirits still recovering. "You'll have to do, Fenrir."
Kobolds pour in from alleys, streets, and upper buildings, exacerbating Rachel's frustration.
"This is getting annoying."
A swift wind barrier deflects arrows hurtling her way, but the onslaught persists. Rachel's face tightens with resolve.
"I need to find a way out of this."
Kobold spearmen assemble, forming a tight unit. Trapped in the confined space, Rachel scans for an escape route but finds none.
"Nowhere to run. I'll have to fight my way out."
The spearmen advance, closing the gap, and Rachel, with Fenrir by her side, braces for the impending clash. “Protect Del.” Rachel adds, giving a firm order to Fenrir. The summoned wolf growls menacingly, its ice powers creating a mist around it.
Rachel clicks her tongue in annoyance as she realizes the kobold monsters are quite never-ending. She swiftly moves her hands, summoning a series of flying orbs of flames, and unleashes them toward the kobolds, who are taking potshots from their bows from the elevated area.
"Stay close, Evandel!" Rachel calls out to her daughter, her eyes focused on the fiery onslaught.
Evandel, her young face determined, bravely takes in the sight of her mom protecting her. "I'm not scared, Mom! I can help too!" she exclaims, gripping a small staff adorned with mystical symbols.
The staff that Rachel has picked up from a wayward dungeon in the hopes of Evandel using it to protect herself does amplify Evandel’s control over her own magic power, but it isn’t really of much help considering the kind of enemies they are facing.
Rachel smirks, a combination of pride and concern in her eyes. "Just stay behind me, sweetheart. We've got this." Fenrir howls, summoning spears of ice, which fly at incredible speeds to a group of kobolds. While at it, Rachel summons a jet of fire from the tips of her rapier while simultaneously casting orbs of fire flying at accurate marks.
As the orbs of flames consume some of the kobolds, Rachel decides to change her tactics. She quickly cloaks her rapier with the combination of wind elements and ice elements, turning her swordsmanship into a more lethal and crippling force. The blade glows with an ethereal frost as she charges toward the remaining kobolds, cutting through them with precision.
Evandel watches in awe as her mom maneuvers through the battlefield, a dance of fire and ice. "Wow, Mom, you're amazing!"
Rachel grins, her focus unwavering. "It runs in the family, Evandel. Now, let your mommy show what else she got!" She continues to fend off the kobold threat, determined to protect her daughter and put an end to the relentless assault.
The moon hangs low in the night sky as Rachel navigates the dense forest, her senses sharp. Suddenly, a rustle in the bushes alerts her to an imminent threat. Without hesitation, a kobold wielding a gleaming katana darts towards her flank with astonishing speed. Rachel's eyes narrow, and in a swift motion, she extends her hand toward the kobold, freezing its legs in place.
Rachel pivots gracefully, her movements calculated and precise. As the immobilized kobold struggles to break free, Rachel conjures a scythe of wind with a flick of her wrist. The ethereal blade whistles through the air, finding its mark at the kobold's throat. The creature gasps for breath, defeated.
Unfazed by her recent triumph, Rachel shifts her attention to a trio of kobolds mounted on wolves, brandishing spears like cavalry. In a seamless dance, she extends her left hand, conjuring elemental magic that crackles with energy. Simultaneously, her rapier becomes an extension of her will, moving like a wand in the hands of a seasoned sorceress.
With a swift series of strikes, Rachel pierces the air with her rapier, sending bolts of lightning and gusts of wind toward the approaching cavalry. The combined forces of nature and magic converge on the kobolds, striking them down with deadly precision. The once formidable riders and their wolf companions fall, defeated and motionless.
As the echoes of battle fade, Rachel stands amidst the stillness of the forest, her weapons glowing with residual energy. She remains vigilant, knowing that more challenges may lie ahead in the mysterious night. “Now, now… This kobolds just never end, huh?”
Rachel stands on the desolate street, her eyes scanning the surroundings. The once bustling city now lies in ruins, and the ominous silhouette of the High Rank Pterodactyl looms above the crumbling buildings. She takes a deep breath, contemplating her next move. If Rachel takes any much longer, she will risk the Pterodactyl noticing the commotion she is causing.
Though Rachel is unleashing quite the spectacle, she makes sure to subdue the kobolds with minimal power, hoping not to attract the attention of the distant Highs Rank monster which judging by its size and magic power is most likely near the Master Rank category.
If Hraesvelgar has fully recovered, flying away from here might be their best option. Rachel closes her eyes, focusing on the magical connection with her contracted spirits. Sensing the strength returning to Hraesvelgar, Rachel's lips curve into a confident smile.
"Just in time," she whispers, summoning the mighty creature.
Just as she's about to mount Hraesvelgar, a sudden shout pierces the air. It's Evandel, her daughter, warning her of an imminent threat. Rachel reacts swiftly, turning to find a sneaky kobold assassin closing in on her.
"Fenrir!" Rachel commands.
Her summoned spirit, a majestic wolf, lunges at the approaching kobold with lethal precision, eliminating the threat.
"Well done, Fenrir," she says, a sigh of relief escaping her.
The High Rank Pterodactyl screeches overhead, reminding Rachel of the larger danger at hand. She absorbs the magic power in the atmosphere without a second thought, her actions bordering on recklessness.
Time to break through. She turns to her little daughter, who is watching the scene unfold with wide eyes.
"Evandel, ride Fenrir. We're breaking through."
"Yes, Mom!" Evandel nods, climbing onto Fenrir's back and gripping onto its fur.
With a final glance at the chaos around them, Rachel urges Fenrir forward.
"Let's go!"
The majestic wolf moves with incredible speed, racing through the debris-littered streets as mother and daughter embark on their daring escape.
“Hraesvelgar, play with the Pterodactyl, escape is of the highest priority!!” Rachel shouts to the air, giving firm orders to the summoned eagle. Hraesvelgar squeals in delight as it flies off into the air.
At this point, the Pterodactyl would definitely notice Rachel for what she plans to do, so she might as well take the preemptive opportunity, thus her decision to summon Hraesvelgar.
Rachel feels the intensity of the situation escalating as the kobold monsters surround her, their numbers multiplying with each passing moment. The pressure is building, and she senses the presence of not only the standard kobolds but also occasional High Rank and Intermediate Rank monsters among them. The apocalyptic event of Outcall becomes even more threatening due to the alarming rate at which these powerful creatures spawn.
Rachel grits her teeth, determination flashing in her eyes. She knows she can't hold back any longer. With a swift motion, she reaches for her trump card—Valkyrie Mode. Elemental powers surge around her, forming a protective armor that shimmers with pure energy. The transformation is swift but breathtaking.
In an instant, Rachel is clad in striking silver-white armor, and majestic white wings sprout from her back. Her blonde hair undergoes a magical transformation, growing several centimeters and cascading over her shoulders. The sheer presence of her Valkyrie Mode is awe-inspiring.
Evandel, Rachel's daughter, watches in wide-eyed surprise as her mother undergoes this heroic metamorphosis. The battlefield is now a stage for Rachel's powerful form, and with newfound strength, she prepares to face the onslaught of monsters with unwavering determination.
Rachel raises her rapier, the blade glinting in the dim light of the chaotic battlefield. Her focus narrows as her eyes lock onto the towering two-meter-tall kobold wielding a broadsword. Without hesitation, she leaps forward, her movements graceful yet swift, leaving behind a trail of blinding light.
In the blink of an eye, Rachel pierces through the giant kobold, her rapier finding its mark with deadly accuracy. The monstrous foe staggers, a hole the size of a manhole now gaping in its torso. The efficiency of Rachel's strike is a testament to her skill in combat.
Behind her, Fenrir, the formidable wolf, moves with purpose, carrying Evandel on his back. As they follow in Rachel's wake, Fenrir uses its ice element to slow down any monster foolish enough to approach. The freezing aura emitted by the wolf creates a barrier, giving Rachel the space she needs to continue her assault on the relentless horde of monsters. The trio moves in a synchronized dance, a force to be reckoned with on the apocalyptic battlefield.
