Andrew Thompson
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Hunters were always on the move. Unlike guild awakened, they couldn’t afford a celebration after every successful event. Time moved differently for them—all missions occurred in real time, travel included, and whenever possible sleeping as well. Only mending took place in the awakened realms, and it too had to be done as efficiently as possible, since food was limited on the road. That was the reason that “hunter inns” were places for rest, resupply, and business. After all, the faster they got…-
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He had known the fury for quite a while, he even believed to know her well. Apparently, that wasn’t the case. Ever since Dallion had joined the hunter party, he had learned a lot of things about her, and Eury, that he never suspected. However, he never expected to be so out of the loop regarding this. That was true. Nerosal was considered one of the cities for second chances, or the places where nobles were sent to be banished. Either way, it used to accept people from all over the empire and beyond, no…
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Half a dozen guards stood at the base of the watchtower. They were nowhere as clean or tidy as those of any city. However, what they lacked in appearance, they made up with skill and experience. One look was enough for Dallion to tell that these weren’t the sort of people to mess with. All of them were double digits, with a few likely reaching his level. Standing on top of the watchtower, a trio with crossbows kept an eye on the area, ready to let all hell rain down, given an excuse. “Hey,” Dallion…
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The stay at Dherma was far less pleasant than Dallion had hoped. Seeing that his friends and family were doing great had momentarily put Dallion at ease, but no sooner had that happened, he wanted to get back out into the wilderness. There was plenty of time for him to join Eury, but that wasn’t the issue. The place was just too foreign. It wasn’t only the guardians constantly talking to Dallion, not even people reminiscing about the past… it was the domain itself, feeling so polished and secure like…
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Green, Red, and white markers appeared everywhere. It had been a while since Dallion relied on those. The sight made him feel nostalgic. In this case, the markers weren’t his, they were Gloria’s. After becoming a Seer, Dallion’s markers were the ones trying to catch up to him. A green ellipsoid cone emerged starting, from the Moon Echo’s mace arm and continuing along the corridor. It marked the area of attack. With his current speed Dallion could easily evade it even without using combat…
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A cloud of whispers always surrounded Dallion wherever he went. News about him being an empath had spread among the items of the village, and like anywhere else, there were guardians who wanted to talk. It didn’t help that Dallion had increased his empathy to nine. As much as he felt for them, though, Dallion kept on walking, barely responding with a single word. That was the problem with inhabited areas—he still was getting used consciously blocking the noise. Sometimes it just happened without him…
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“Wait till you see my room!” Lin rushed up the stone staircase. “We got a new floor last month. Veil made it for me. It’s really cool!” “It doesn’t take much to keep you happy.” Dallion wondered since when his brother used words like “cool.” If there was even the slightest indication that Linner had awakened, Dallion would have wondered whether another soul from Earth hadn’t merged with the boy’s being. Since that wasn’t the case, most likely his grandfather had a hand in…
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Leveling up an area was always unexpected, but some cases were far more unexpected than others. Normally, when a house was leveled up it was only basic features that were changed: the walls were of slightly better materials, there would be a few new technological improvements—well within the general understanding of the period—and maybe a new room. When it came to settlements, however, there was no comparison. There was no comparison between the Dherma that Dallion left and the one that he had come…
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Blue light filled the chamber, causing part of the mosaic on the floor to glow. At some point in the past, thousands of nobles and merchants must have passed through here in order to show their respects to the ruling noble of the region and pay the toll of passage. Figures of fire bronze decorated it, serving as a symbol of wealth and authority. Now, all of them were gone, stolen by treasure seekers and melted down for weapons or trinkets. In their place, however, there were nests… nests made of…
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For the first time since its creation, the festival ended halfway. There were no tournament winners, there was no guild competition, nothing but a speech from the countess conveying a dire warning to all cultists and enemies of the empire. The public accepted it surprisingly well. Despite everything, the city had been saved, after all, the Star cult had been driven out of Nerosal, and all the enemies of the empire were put on notice. He had seen more than enough back in his village to know how limiting…
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