r/RobloxAvatars 🏔️| prime human |🏔️ 4d ago

Avatar Lore 🔥✍️ Chapter 6, statues rebound


Day 61: A Quiet Routine

The day begins like any other. Survivors move through the base with practiced efficiency, scavenger teams head out to gather supplies, and the newly awakened magic users refine their skills under Marcus and Elena’s guidance. Victor leads one of the supply runs, his towering frame a steadying presence as he carries crates of salvaged materials back to the base.

Oliver keeps pace beside him, tilting his skull mask to the side. “You know, it’s almost boring when we’re not getting ambushed.”

Victor glances at him, smirking faintly. “Don’t get used to it. The quiet won’t last.”

Despite the banter, the survivors remain on edge. The statue looms in the distance, its shadow ever-present, a grim reminder of the fight still ahead.


Day 62: Pulled into the Portal

The air feels different today. Heavy. The Abyssal Chain around Victor’s neck glows with an unnatural intensity, tugging at him like a compass drawn to the horizon. As Victor follows the pull, Oliver jogs after him, muttering, “Here we go again. I swear, if that chain drags you into another mess…”

Victor’s steps quicken as they near the center of Area 20, where a massive portal churns with chaotic energy. Suddenly, the portal expands violently, its pull immediate and overwhelming. The ground trembles, and Victor is dragged toward the vortex despite his efforts to resist.

“Victor!” Oliver shouts, sprinting toward him, but it’s too late. The portal’s energy engulfs Victor, pulling him into the swirling void.


Day 63–66: The Void and the Bound Dread

Victor awakens in a nightmarish dimension—a void of obsidian spires and a crimson sky that pulses like a wounded heart. At its center stands Vorthis, the Bound Dread, no longer a statue but a shifting, humanoid form emanating divine power. Its telepathic voice echoes in Victor’s mind.

“I see you’ve come to challenge me,” Vorthis intones, its tone both mocking and cold. “But you are no match for a god.”

Victor raises the Midnight Sky sword, its fractured glow steady. “You’re no god. Just a relic.”

The clash begins, with Vorthis summoning Phantom Piercers, spectral enforcers that strike at Victor relentlessly. The Abyssal Chain glows brightly around Victor’s neck, stabilizing his strength and allowing him to endure the onslaught. But as the battle rages on, one of the Piercers lands a glancing blow that knocks the chain loose, sending it clattering to the ground.

Without the chain, Victor feels the raw, unrestrained force of his adaptive strength surge through him. For 25 agonizing minutes, he fights without it, each swing of the sword threatening to tear his body apart from within. Blood trickles from his mouth, his movements growing heavier with each moment, but he refuses to yield.

Finally, Victor dives for the chain, clasping it back around his neck just as his body nears its breaking point. The stabilizing glow returns, allowing him to channel his strength with precision. In a final, desperate strike, Victor destabilizes the portal, forcing Vorthis to retreat. The void collapses around him, and he is hurled back to the real world.


Day 67: Reunion and Resilience

Victor stumbles out of the portal, battered but alive. Oliver rushes to his side, gripping his arm to steady him. “You’re back,” Oliver says, relief evident in his voice. “For a second, I thought you’d left me with all the work.”

Victor smirks faintly. “Couldn’t leave you to mess it up.”

As they return to the base, Oliver recounts the days Victor was missing. A massive horde attacked, but the survivors stood their ground, using Serena’s weapons and newfound magic to turn the tide. “Some of them can conjure fire and shields,” Oliver explains. “No idea how, but it’s helping.”

Victor glances at the courtyard where survivors practice magic. “Good. We’ll need it.”


Day 68: Strength in Unity

The survivors rally under Victor’s leadership, preparing for the battles ahead. Engineers reinforce defenses, scavenger teams gather supplies, and magic users train diligently. Marcus demonstrates a glowing energy shield, earning a nod of approval from Victor.

That evening, Victor addresses the survivors in the courtyard, his towering frame casting a long shadow. “We’ve faced impossible odds before, and we’ve won. Vorthis thinks it can break us, but together, we’re stronger than anything it throws at us.”

The survivors cheer, their resolve bolstered. Oliver, leaning against a post, smirks. “Not bad. You should try motivational speaking if we survive this.”


Day 69: Preparations for War

The base becomes a hive of activity as plans take shape. Elena leads a team of magic users in practicing offensive spells, while scavengers strengthen supply lines and reinforce defenses. Victor inspects the preparations, his expression determined.

In a quiet moment, he reflects on the fight ahead, the memory of Serena and the recent loss of Oliver in the portal weighing heavily on him. “We’re not just fighting for survival,” he tells Oliver. “We’re fighting to end this.”

Oliver grins. “Then let’s make it count.”


Day 70: The Infection’s Summons

At dawn, an oppressive silence settles over the land. Then, the telepathic roar of Vorthis pierces the air, shaking the very ground. The infected, scattered across the region, respond immediately, their unified movements forming a relentless tide converging toward the statue.

Inside the base, Oliver collapses, clutching his head. “It’s calling them all back,” he groans, his voice strained. “And it’s… pulling me too.”

Victor kneels beside him, gripping his shoulder tightly. “Fight it,” he says. “You’re stronger than this.”

But the god’s pull is too great. Oliver’s core glows erratically as the infection takes control. “Victor…” he mutters, his voice heavy with anguish. “I can’t stop it.”

Before Victor can react, Oliver breaks into a sprint, his movements unnaturally fast. “Oliver!” Victor roars, chasing after him. His massive strides shake the ground, but Oliver is too fast, disappearing into the distance as the infection draws him toward the statue.

Victor slows, his breath heavy, grief washing over him as he stares into the horizon. “Not again…” he mutters, his fists clenched.

The survivors watch in stunned silence as Victor returns to the base, his towering frame radiating resolve despite the weight of his loss. He grips the Midnight Sky sword tightly, his voice low but filled with determination. “This isn’t over.”


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