Card Apprentice Daily Log



Date- 13 April 2321

Time- 9:52

Location- Southern Region, Southern Capital 

The Mohawk devil glanced casually at the demigods, who were now stepping back cautiously. It wore a mischievous grin as if it found great amusement in observing the mix of uncertainty and fear woven into their expressions. 

The grin on the mohawk devil's and the look in its eyes irked the remaining demigods. Especially, after watching it kill their comrades. 

So in a dazzling display of power, the ten demigods stood tall, their eyes blazing with an aura of determination. With a mere thought, they summoned an endless array of swords that materialized out of thin air, each blade gleaming with a mesmerizing glow that reflected their fierce sword intent.

The air crackled with energy as the swords hovered and spun around them, forming an intricate and intricate dance of steel. The demigods' mastery over their sword intent was evident in the way they effortlessly controlled the movements of the blades, weaving an enchanting tapestry of lethal elegance.

The swords seemed to sing a symphony of their own, their harmonic clangor resonating throughout the surroundings. It was a mesmerizing spectacle, a manifestation of their inner strength and unyielding will, both awe-inspiring and intimidating.

As the ten demigods continued to conjure more swords, the space around them became a swirling vortex of deadly beauty, leaving any who witnessed it in awe of their otherworldly abilities. 

At that moment, they were not just demigods; they were living embodiments of the timeless art of swordsmanship, channeling their essence into the ethereal sea of blades, leaving an indelible mark on the fabric of reality itself.

With their combined might and skill, the demigods unleashed a torrent of a thousand swords, each imbued with raw elemental power, aiming to vanquish the mohawk devil that stood before them. 

The blades sliced through the air with a velocity that defied comprehension, surpassing the speed of light itself, leaving streaks of luminescence in their wake. As the swords hurtled toward their target, the very fabric of reality seemed to tremble in response to their immense force.

With an air of arrogance and a sinister smirk, the devil beheld the incoming torrent of thousands of swords, dismissing the demigods' efforts as futile and vain. It reveled in the spectacle, finding amusement in the demigods' attempts to challenge its might.

As the swords drew closer, the mohawk devil's crimson eyes gleamed with cunning intelligence. Swiftly, it unleashed a pair of twin chain whips, crackling with an otherworldly aura—the power of time rule itself. The chains whirled and twisted in the air, creating a cyclone of time rule power, forming a storm of time that shielded the devil from the impending assault.

The blades collided with the tempest of time, and an ethereal dance ensued. The chains seemed to warp and bend, slowing down and accelerating in unpredictable patterns. The swords struggled to pierce the barrier, but they were thwarted by the devil's mastery overtime rule.

The mohawk devil's laughter echoed through the battlefield, reveling in its dominance over the flow of time and its ability to outwit the demigods. It relished the sight of their frustration, savoring each moment as the storm of time continued to repel the onslaught of swords.

The demigods, undeterred by the mohawk devil's defensive maneuvers, gathered their resolve, determined to find a way to breach the temporal storm. They synchronized their efforts, their minds united as they focused their energies on countering the mohawk devil's mastery of time rule.

The malevolent tempest of time unleashed its wrath upon the battlefield where the demigods waged their valiant attack. As the storm swirled and surged, its ominous force broke through the demigods' every Time Shield and Time Hack card, rendering their efforts futile.

With a resounding boom, the tempest of time expanded voraciously, its swirling maw widening to engulf all the demigods within its relentless grasp, they grew desperate as the last of their time shield / time hack card was used to protect them. This, the once mighty demigods found themselves ensnared in the clutches of this maleficent phenomenon.

Inside the belly of the tempest, an eerie and haunting aura surrounded the mohawk devil as it harnessed its insidious power. In a macabre dance of annihilation, the devilish force drained the very life essence from the demigods, leaving them weakened and lifeless, like withering blooms in a desolate garden.

As the last vestiges of vitality were absorbed, the once-proud demigods fell, their brilliance dimmed and extinguished in the face of this overwhelming force. The storm of time had spoken, leaving nothing but silence and sorrow in its wake. It stood as a haunting reminder of the unforgiving nature of existence and the relentless march of time, sparing none in its path.

The mohawk devil wielded the stolen vitality like a wicked offering, channeling it into the hourglass relic on its back. As if responding to some unholy pact, the relic responded in kind, its sand shifting with sinister intent. The lower chamber of the hourglass relic which was almost barren, now teemed with the sinister sand oozing the essence of time rule, swirling in a maleficent dance.

In the bleak aftermath of the dreadful battle, the remaining four demigods left behind to protect Wyatt stood frozen, their hearts heavy with grief, as they beheld the harrowing sight of their fallen comrades. 

The devil's sinister presence loomed large, casting a malevolent shadow over the land, and its malicious laughter sent shivers down their spines, leaving them paralyzed in fear. 

Their bodies shook uncontrollably as if trying to escape the cruel reality unfolding before their eyes. Each heartbeat echoed the pain and sorrow of losing their brethren, and yet they couldn't tear their gaze away from the approaching malevolence. 

The devil's steps were deliberate, slow, savoring the fear it instilled in the demigods, relishing every moment of their torment. With every footfall, the ground beneath them seemed to quiver, mirroring the turmoil raging within their souls. 

As they stood there, helpless and desperate, a spark of resilience flickered in their eyes despite knowing that they were no match for the mohawk devil's strength but the fact that they would die was a strong motivation for them to seek revenge for their fallen comrades. 

At this moment the demigods from both factions were in sync. Maybe it was because they understood each other's grief and thirst for vengeance. With strong determination, they moved together to exchange their life for vengeance.