Rise Online: Return of the Legendary Player



Arthas' impact against the ceiling was truly overwhelming.

The force required to throw someone of Arthas' size and muscle density was immense, and what made it even more frightening was that he was stuck in the ceiling of the chamber for a few seconds.

While everyone was still digesting the scene, Arthas finally fell and the one who caught him was one of the guards, who ran to help him.

"Captain Arthas!" The man shouted his friend's name in desperation, as the other guards prepared to face the ruthless Morgaroth.

Morgaroth laughed, pleased with their surprise attack, and threw Arthas' sword to the ground with contempt. "It is a fine weapon. Whoever forged it is certainly skilled."

Morgaroth seemed to be invulnerable, imbued with a power beyond human comprehension. He certainly wasn't just anyone considering he didn't even appear to have broken a sweat. His presence dominated the environment, filling it with a dark aura.

Andrew, though shaken by the blow that was losing Arthas even after using <War Magic>, quickly regained his composure and assumed a defensive posture, placing himself before the royal family and prepared to face Morgaroth. His eyes were filled with determination, and he knew he needed to fight to the end to protect those he swore to defend.

Morgaroth addressed Andrew in a voice laden with disdain. "Why are you looking at me like that, boy? You are but a pawn in this battle, a mere obstacle in my path. Do you believe you can defy the destiny that The Eye of Hermodr longs to achieve? Illusory. I am the bridge between the present and the future, the messenger of destiny."

"I am not defying fate, I am merely fulfilling a mission given to me by a friend, for which I expect to be very well rewarded." replied Andrew firmly. "It doesn't matter who you are or the power you possess, and honestly, if I die it won't make any difference, I'll just miss a few little things that you wouldn't understand."

Morgaroth let out an arrogant laugh. "Courage is an admirable thing, but it is useless in the face of the power I possess. The future we seek will be achieved, no matter how fiercely you fight."

"You'll have to go through me for first."

Andrew, brimming with determination, stepped forward, with the tip of his sword pointed at Morgaroth. His stance was elegant, akin to striking with a sharp spear. The distance between them diminished rapidly, and Andrew delivered a series of attacks, aiming to pierce his enemy. However, Morgaroth demonstrated amazing agility, dodging Andrew's blows with almost supernatural dexterity. His ability to dodge was extraordinary, but Andrew was not overwhelmed.

Andrew's morale remained unwavering, with his courage and determination driving him to keep attacking relentlessly.

His every blow was delivered with ferocity, every move calculated to find a breach in Morgaroth's impenetrable defenses.

The other guards remained on the alert, ready to intervene if necessary, because the King and the princesses were the priority.

The royal family, watching the battle with apprehension, pinned their hopes on Andrew's strength and skill, believing that he might be the last hope for defeating the terrible enemy.

Despite Andrew's efforts, his blows met only the air, while Morgaroth moved with fluidity. His body seemed to contort itself in harmony with the combat, dodging the attacks with millimetric precision. In a moment of exhaustion, Andrew stepped back briefly, trying to catch his breath and evaluate his strategy. His muscles were burning, but his fighting spirit remained unshakable. He knew he had to find an opening in Morgaroth's seemingly impenetrable defense.

Carefully watching his opponent's every move, Andrew noticed a subtle pattern in his movements. Morgaroth relied excessively on his speed, and that was where Andrew would find an opportunity.

Concentrating, Andrew channeled his attention once again, seeking to sharpen his perception and prediction of movements. His senses sharpened, picking up every detail and nuance in Morgaroth's movements.

Armed with his newfound perception, Andrew moved forward again, adapting his strategy based on the information he now possessed. He waited patiently for the right moment, anticipating Morgaroth's movements and reacting with impressive speed with flashy attacks to then change the speed or style of attack.

So this time Andrew's blows finally found their target. His sword pierced Morgaroth's guard, leaving a deep mark on his shoulder, and a cry of pain escaped the lips of the enemy, who retreated a few steps, visibly surprised.

"You're smart, boy. What's your name again?" Morgaroth inquired.

Andrew kept his expression serious, revealing no sign of premature triumph. "My name is Andrew, I am an Arcane Warrior."

"An Arcane Warrior, right? You would become powerful in the future if you continue on this path.... So, since I am the most respectful among my own, I will give a worthy death to you here and now." Morgaroth smiled sinisterly, wiping the blood dripping from his wounded shoulder.

As the wound on Morgaroth's shoulder healed before everyone's eyes, Andrew knew he could not falter. He concentrated his inner energy and his magical power manifested around his hands. A bluish glow of pure energy that denoted his connection to the forces of the universe began to rapidly envelop his sword.

The scene was filled with tension and expectation. Andrew's heavy breathing filled the air as he kept his eyes fixed on Morgaroth.

The Arcane Warrior knew he was facing a formidable enemy, someone who possessed powers beyond common understanding. So all he could do was buy time.

With the promise of a worthy death in Morgaroth's words, a sinister aura began to envelop him as Andrew displayed his bluish aura.

Andrew clenched the hilt of his sword firmly, preparing himself for the next clash. He knew he would have to employ all his skills and strategy to overcome his ruthless opponent. However, before Andrew could even take a step forward, a series of system notifications appeared before him.

[You died by beheading from the claws of Morgaroth, the Second Bishop of The Eye of Hermodr.]

[You lost 1 level for dying. Each time you die, your items are dropped on the ground and the level loss penalty increases].

[You lost 4 levels for dying during a STORY EVENT.]

[You will respawn in 10 seconds...]

"Shit..." Andrew muttered to himself.