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Chapter 11: The Cultist's Threat

The 15th floor was starkly different from the previous ones. The fog and shadows had given way to a sprawling, ancient ruin. The floor was filled with crumbling columns and overgrown vines, and an unsettling quiet hung in the air.
Jinyuk, Lyra, and Yongyog moved cautiously through the ruins, their senses alert for any signs of danger. The sense of foreboding that had accompanied their journey so far seemed to intensify.
“This place gives me the chills,” Lyra said, her eyes scanning the surroundings. “It feels like we’re walking into a trap.”
Jinyuk nodded, his grip on his weapon firm. “Stay on guard. Something doesn’t feel right.”
Yongyog fluttered nervously beside them, his small form casting a faint glow in the dim light. “Yongyog feel something bad.”
Suddenly, a rustling sound broke the silence. From the shadows emerged a group of cloaked figures, their faces obscured by dark hoods. Their eyes glowed with an eerie, unnatural light.
“Cultists,” Lyra whispered, her voice tinged with concern. “We need to be careful.”
One of the cultists stepped forward, their voice dripping with malice. “So, the chosen ones have come. We’ve been expecting you.”
Jinyuk’s eyes narrowed. “What do you want?”
The cultist’s gaze turned to Yongyog, a sinister smile crossing their face. “We want the dragon. It’s the key to our plans.”
Lyra’s eyes widened in alarm. “What are you talking about?”
The cultist continued, their tone unwavering. “The dragon possesses a power that our master needs. We’ve been sent to retrieve it—by any means necessary.”
Jinyuk stepped in front of Yongyog, his face a mask of determination and fury. “If anyone touches Yongyog, I’ll kill them.”
The cultists’ eyes flashed with surprise, but their resolve remained firm. “Do not underestimate us. We will not hesitate.”
Lyra drew her weapon, stepping beside Jinyuk. “We won’t let you lay a hand on Yongyog. He’s under our protection.”
Yongyog huddled behind Jinyuk, his small body trembling. “Yongyog scared.”
Jinyuk knelt beside Yongyog, placing a reassuring hand on his small shoulder. “Don’t worry, Yongyog. We’ll keep you safe. Just stay behind us.”
The cultists advanced, their movements deliberate and menacing. A dark energy began to coalesce around them, their intent clear. 
Jinyuk’s grip on his weapon tightened, his eyes filled with a fierce determination. “I’m warning you—stay away from Yongyog. We won’t let you harm him.”
The cultists began to chant in an ominous, guttural language, the air around them crackling with dark energy. Lyra took a deep breath, her eyes locked onto the approaching threat. “Get ready, Jinyuk. We’re going to need to fight our way out of this.”
The cultists’ leader raised a hand, sending a surge of dark energy toward Jinyuk and Lyra. Jinyuk leaped forward, his gluttony skill activating as he consumed the dark energy, his body glowing with a fierce light. 
“I’ll deal with them!” Jinyuk shouted, his voice filled with resolve. “Protect Yongyog!”
Lyra nodded, her expression fierce as she engaged the cultists. “We’ve got this. Just stay focused!”
As Jinyuk and Lyra fought valiantly, Yongyog watched from his hiding place, his small form trembling with fear but also filled with hope. The clash of weapons and energy was intense, each blow echoing through the ruins.
Jinyuk’s skill allowed him to devour the dark energy, his power growing stronger with each moment. He fought with a relentless fury, driven by his determination to protect Yongyog.
Lyra fought with equal fervor, her movements swift and precise as she took down the cultists one by one. Despite the odds, her confidence never wavered, her focus solely on ensuring Yongyog’s safety.
The battle raged on, the ruins reverberating with the sounds of combat. Jinyuk, fueled by his gluttony skill and his unwavering resolve, continued to push forward, his strength overwhelming the cultists.
The leader of the cultists, seeing their plans unraveling, let out a desperate cry. “Retreat! We cannot defeat them!”
The remaining cultists began to withdraw, their dark forms disappearing into the shadows. Jinyuk and Lyra, panting and exhausted, watched as the last of the cultists vanished.
As the dust settled, Jinyuk turned to Yongyog, his face filled with concern. “Are you okay, Yongyog?”
Yongyog looked up at Jinyuk with wide eyes, his fear slowly receding. “Yongyog safe. Thank you, Jinyuk, Lyra.”
Lyra walked over to Yongyog, her expression softening. “We’ll always protect you, Yongyog. You’re part of our family now.”
Jinyuk nodded, his eyes filled with gratitude. “We couldn’t have done it without each other.”
Yongyog fluttered closer to Jinyuk and Lyra, his small wings vibrating with a mix of relief and happiness. “Yongyog happy with family.”
Lyra smiled warmly, her eyes reflecting the bond they had forged. “We’re a team, and we’ll face whatever comes our way together.”
Jinyuk looked at Lyra, his face filled with determination. “We’ve faced many challenges, and we’ll face more. But as long as we have each other, we can overcome anything.”
As they continued their journey through the 15th floor, the bond between them was stronger than ever. The attack by the cultists had tested their resolve, but it had also reaffirmed their commitment to protecting each other.
With Yongyog safely by their side and their spirits united, Jinyuk, Lyra, and Yongyog pressed on, ready to face whatever trials lay ahead. The journey through the tower was far from over, but their unwavering support for each other gave them the strength to keep moving forward.

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    AqashaMuhammad Qayyum

    yess

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    PalamingMarlito

    interesting story

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    GamerAdib

    good

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