I-I did it. After a month of hard work and writing during lunch breaks, I finally released my milestone chapter. I wanted to prepare something special like a pilot chapter, but forget about it. I’m happy enough to release it as it is… although I had to end it on another damned cliffhanger. Sigh, I guess old habits die hard.
Regardless, I want to take this moment to thank everybody reading this, for sticking through with my story and encouraging me for all this time. I also want to thank those who are NOT reading this, those who stopped along the way, specifically during the second arc. Their criticism, and yours, really helped shape important points in the third arc. I do not know how many of you will be left at the end of this long journey, but that doesn’t matter. I am happy knowing that at some point I managed to entertain (or chop onions near you), and that is what makes writing Enbos’ adventure all worth it.
“S-st Telis Cathedral… What’s the meaning of this, Maximillian?”
Deadlines have been pushed forward.
No, not my chapter releases but my work irl. The following weeks are going to be, without a doubt, the most stressful few weeks this year. As such, I’m delaying Chapter 100, an important milestone release, until the 24th March 2019. I seriously feel like breaking into a string of profanities under all my anxiety, but I feel much better now that I’m writing this.
Thank you all for your support.
As sunlight spills between the bars of the overhead window, I stir from my night-long still to the clamour of activity outside the gaol walls. Joy and relief can be heard in their collective excitement, but I ignore such distractions to resume my research. Although it appears I’ve done nothing but stare at the elder lich’s core, the pale gem is actually abuzz with activity as I prod and poke every millimetre with my spiritual energy. Crude as it may be, my approach has yielded some reaction from the enigmatic relic. For one, I’ve managed to restrict the range of the curse to contact. While by no means weaker, I should be able to wander town as long as nobody approaches me (then again, it’s not like anybody will go near me in the first place). My tinkering has vastly expanded my understanding of magical and spiritual shielding, and with a bit more time, I’m confident I can completely insulate the core.
Hello, this is Enbos, and I’m currently locked inside a gaol in the middle of Kasseus Village, with Holy Knights swarming outside!
Don’t worry, I’m not announcing a delay. I’m just letting readers (as of 20th December 2018) know that I’ve changed the chapter numbers to remove the prologue (now chapter 1). It was never really a prologue and I was an idiot for calling it one. Now I can write a proper prologue to foreshadow things much later in the story, but that will be for another day. Do be warned this may break links to my story on external sites.
Like a thousand-degree knife through a block warm butter, that name cuts through my veil of red. The two syllables resonate with my entire being and evaporate all my hatred and despair. It feels as I’m locked in an impossibly delicate embrace, and I’m too afraid to move another millimetre lest I lose that fleeting touch.
It’s a name from another lifetime.
A name only one woman would use…
“For the love of God, Tyler, snap out of it!”
“Huh, Lili!? Hachirou? What are you- Oh my god…”