Lahat ng Kabanata ng Gunblade Chronicles: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 7

    Hundreds of feet have been pouncing the gray brick road. They were moving with the sounds of sticks and stones, with dust and sweat under the scorching heat of the afternoon. Men and women, young and old, clutching large and weighty bags, pushing their big carts, pulling their wagons, but their eyes bare the heaviest load, despair.    Oblivious, the little ones seemed to like the new sights. The endless mountain range in the south; the Mother Mountain to the Tribes, the Great Barrier to the Bishops. In the East, the God's Tower is the king of the landscape. Said to be made by Gods themselves; it is scattered across the continent, piercing the clouds in the sky and striking the land with its crystal blinding reflections. Above everything else, and farther th

    Magnim's dreams of beautiful armors and weapons collapsed with the bank.    “David? He's okay?” Gerry, the cripple said.    “No, he's not! He was crying like a baby, so don't die!" Magnim said.    “A group of infected chased them! I tried to get their attention but only caught a few wolves. Good thing there's this young lady who came and diverted their attention. I didn't know what happened after that. Where is David now?"

    The demon set its eyes on Magnim. It growled letting out a gust of foul smell, Demon Dust, and a force that can push a man down. On the ground, Magnim felt his necklace vibrate like never before. He stood up and the gigantic face of the demon met him. From his right, Matrina appeared and poked its eyes with her lance, sparking out blue sprites on his face. The enchanted weapon mystified Magnim. It had carvings; dark intricate symbols, and swirls accentuated by its glow. But he smirked, the damage was trivial. The demon tried to bite Matrina but her horse was fast and was able to evade.    "C'mon!" Karnold said.    "Leaving him?" she said.

    Magnim woke up beside a tree, on a bed of dry leaves. The sun wasn't friendly anymore, it would have been ideal to wake up three to four hours earlier when the rays were still soft to his skin. He slept well but his stomach was rumbling again. He stopped by a river and filled himself with cold and fresh water, it would keep his hunger at bay for an hour. The grasses went as high as his knees. He would not see any animals hiding under it but he did not care. He was on the lookout for fruits but most of it was on high trees. Traversing was already difficult, much more climbing trees; the rings still keeping him hostage.     A wooden fence blocked his path, and over it are tall green plants. His eyes gleamed.    "Bananas!"     Smaller than his fingers, yellow-ripe with dark spots. It was perfect and it was not alone. A farm, hundreds of them lined up evenly and blooming at the same time. But there were wires