Andrew Thompson
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Extending to five times in size, the whip blade twisted through the air, slashing the threads of air currents that held the glasses in the air. However, it wasn’t the endpoints that Dallion was targeting, but rather the source. Razor sharp fragments of indestructible sky silver sliced inches away from the fury’s body. Losing their connection to her, the glasses poured onto the floor and counter like puppets that had had their strings cut. One of them spilled the orange liquid, creating a small puddle.…-
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Three echoes appeared in the room, just as the glasses doubled again. With not enough space left on the counter they formed a second row floating in the air. The rules, however, remained the same. “Ready?” the fury asked. Before Dallion had a chance to respond, all glasses began moving about like butterflies. If the past shuffle was difficult, this one was outright impossible. Dallion did his best to follow what he thought to be the glass with the liquid, but after a few seconds, his eyes were…
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Dallion kept on walking deeper and deeper, descending into the darkness to a point that even Lux’s flames weren’t enough to light up the area. When Dallion determined he was no longer progressing, he stopped walking. There no longer was any point. The trial had already begun and now it was only a matter for it to reveal itself to Dallion. Given everything had to go through so far, Dallion drew the harpsisword and prepared for combat. Seconds passed without anything happening. Then, suddenly, the…
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The conversation in question had taken place in Belaal’s Drum—a gambling den and pawn shop with the appearance of a high-class tavern that belonged to the mirror pool. Before the days of Nerosal’s leveling up, the tavern had entered the domain of the city, losing its ability to do illegal activities and, through that, its charm. From what Dallion heard, the owner—a nasty piece of work by the name Belaal—had sold the establishment, and started construction of a new one a distance away along the…
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The memories ended gradually, as if Dallion was looking like a fading picture. At first, he didn’t know how to react. The only time anything of the sort had happened was back in the awakening room of Dherma's former village chief. There, a metal echo of sorts had shown it as a form of punishment. To have it happen in the real world, though… Dallion shook his head. The experience was overwhelming, far more so than entering the awakened realm. His head wasn’t pounding, nor was his body sore, but he…
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A ray of energy pierced the cloud surface from below, making the entire citadel shake. Cloud matter moved about chaotically, filling in the hole and trying to keep the structures stable. Despite that, its inhabitants were in a state of disarray. No one expected this to happen. The cloud forts were built to withstand such attacks easily, and this was no mere cloud fort—this was the Whirlwind Citadel, one of the five strongest ones to remain. For millennia, it had withstood all sorts of attacks and…
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“Hurry up!” Jiroh whispered as loud as possible as she ran through the walls of the citadel. Normally, that was considered poor form—children had to know which spots to use and when. However, as a royal princess, those rules didn’t apply. Walls, floors, and even ceilings would open up for her, allowing her to pass freely. Flying behind her, almost at the same speed, was a small cloud puff. Originally, the creature had been assigned to serve as her protector in the city, however, the girl had…
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“She’s awakened,” a large fury said. Of the entire room, he was the only one whose skin was dark, almost pitch black, as were his clothes. “Get the king,” he ordered the armored furies behind him. “And her parents. Don’t tell anyone else.” “Where am I?” Ji asked. Her voice was different, softer, more high-pitched, as if belonging to an infant. The black-skinned fury turned to a female fury with a silver mask. Her clothes were white similar to most of the people present; however, there…
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There were moments in life when unexpected, even unimaginable, events took place. While stubborn and reckless in his own way, Dallion had always acknowledged the difference in experience and level. It was normal to let people who knew what they were doing make the decisions, and so far, Dallion had agreed with most of them. This was the first and only time he had shown open opposition to a decision made. Not only that, but an air of certainty emanated from him, making it clear that his demand couldn’t be…
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Several visits and no one could remember what the “merchant” who came here looked like. Initially, Dallion thought that there were limiting echoes involved, but after using his kaleidervisto, he saw that there wasn’t an echo to be seen in the entire town. Something else had caused the locals to forget, and that made him feel uneasy. “What do you think?” Largo asked, as Jiroh kept on staring at the horizon. After spending a bit of money on fish and information, the hunter party had settled on…
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