Andrew Moore
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"Nithroel, alert your people in the mortal realm. Tell them to perform a clean sweep across the realm," Michael calmly commanded, reaching out to Nithroel telepathically. In the Akilan realm, Nithroel sprang into action without hesitation. She had anticipated Skyhall's dirty tactics and had her own contingencies in place. Her response was swift and decisive. "You're making a grave mistake, Dark Lord," Devdan growled, his voice laced with desperation. "We'll destroy her soul and Rowena with a mere…-
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"Behold," Erael intoned, her hands weaving intricate patterns in the air. A shimmering portal materialized, revealing a soul floating in ethereal beauty. Golden hair flowed around delicate features, reminiscent of Eve. The sight stirred something in Michael's chest, but his face remained impassive. As Michael gazed at the soul, a familiar voice echoed in his mind: Without hesitation, Michael mentally agreed. His badass points dropped from thirty million to twenty million, a price he deemed…
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Michael's mind flashed with vivid images of tearing the three elders apart, his rage barely contained beneath his stoic exterior. The urge to unleash his godly powers and obliterate them on the spot was almost overwhelming. However, a deeper emotion stayed his hand. The memory of Eve, his best friend, and the guilt he carried over her death weighed heavily on him. He couldn't bear the thought of failing to protect Jasmine as well. Eve would have wanted him to save her little sister, and Michael was…
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1330 The Clone of Jasmine Voldiguard Michael scanned the area intently, his keen eyes searching for the source of the voice. Despite his enhanced senses and X-ray vision granted by his status as the God of Darkness, he found himself unable to pinpoint its origin. The voice seemed to emanate from everywhere at once, filling the vast expanse of Skyhall. A slight frown creased his brow as he realized his usually infallible abilities were being thwarted. Beside him, Lenora spun in a circle, her eyes…
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1329 Welcome To The Skyhall Michael nodded at Elidyr, signaling him to activate the gateway. With a determined stride, Elidyr approached the rune-engraved pillar that served as the controller of the portal. He began to diligently tap and engrave new runes, his hands moving with practiced precision and care. As Elidyr worked, a low whirling sound filled the room, gradually growing louder. Michael sensed the portal gateway slowly powering up, a subtle vibration in the air that hinted at the dormant…
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As Michael made his way through the corridor, the portraits hanging on the walls whispered among themselves, their voices a low murmur filled with urgency. "Is this the one they speak of?" one portrait hissed to another. "Yes, the God of Darkness. The mortal realm won't know what hit it," another old man in the portrait replied, his eyes following Michael's every step. Michael ignored them, his eyes fixed ahead, his mind racing with plans and possibilities. Meanwhile, Elidyr, with his memory…
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Witnessing Deacon's fate, the others immediately united in their attacks. They knew there was no room for negotiation. Professor Kayla, embodying her warrior heritage, summoned ethereal swords that danced around her, slicing through the air towards Michael. Each sword shimmered with a silvery glow, aimed with precision, yet Michael's quick movements effortlessly deflected them. Meanwhile, Lane, drawing from his knowledge of alchemy, hurled a series of concocted vials ahead. Upon impact, they erupted…
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As Wulfric slowly approached Elidyr, the tension in the air was palpable. Michael stepped aside, giving space for the profound moment between the brothers. Wulfric inhaled deeply, then extended his hand to rest it on Elidyr's forehead. At the touch, Elidyr tensed momentarily before forcing himself to relax. A warmth spread from Wulfric's hand, quickly morphing into a sharp sting that ravaged Elidyr's senses like a swarm inside his head. "Argh," Elidyr groaned, pain contorting his features as sweat…
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Michael remembered vividly his confrontations with the Celestial Cannon. The first time he faced it, the weapon's immense power and deadly radiance overwhelmed him. He recalled the harrowing moment when Rowena sacrificed herself by jumping in front of the beam to save him. Although Michael had doubts about the finality of Rowena's fate, he couldn't deny the cannon's destructive capabilities. The second time, when the Skyhall wielded the cannon again, it was Mugashuku who intervened. The ancient hydra…
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The room fell into a stunned silence, the only sound being the soft echo of Wulfric's confession. Don's face contorted into a picture of confusion, mirroring the shocked expressions that painted everyone else's faces. For a moment, Elidyr stood frozen, the weight of the revelation sinking in. Then, anger flared up inside him. "You think this is some kind of sick joke?" he spat out, his voice seething with betrayal. "You're just screwing with me!" But amidst the chaos of emotions, Michael's gaze…
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