Andrew Thompson
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The Mirror Widow landed on the floor. Unable to gain an advantage in the air, the crystal beetle had resorted to true and tried methods—using brute strength against a significantly smaller enemy. Opening its wing cases, it attacked Kallan with both wings, aiming to slice the shield and its owner to ribbons. As Dallion had proved, shields were little match to the wing’s destructive force. A few seconds and Kallan’s tower shield was gone. Unwilling to flee, the boy quickly summoned a second shield as…-
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A blade of air split the air, inches away from Dallion’s toes. If Kallan’s shout hadn’t caused him to momentarily freeze, he would have received considerable damage, possibly even a fatal wound. Instantly Dallion jumped back. A deep cut was visible on the crystal floor, several feet long. Whatever had caused it was sharp, long, and durable. Yet, why hadn’t there been any combat rectangles or defense markers? And above all, where was the thing that had attacked? “Where’s it at?” Dallion…
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Flashbacks of Dallion’s encounter with the chainling passed through his mind. That had been the first time he had gone into the wilderness, and the first time he had seen actual death. One thing about awakened battles was that despite the hardships and danger of having one’s abilities sealed, they were still too much like a video game. Death wasn’t real death, especially when emblems were involved. Fighting in the wilderness was just that. The hunting party Dallion was in had come across a whole…
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So much effort, all lost because of a level cap. Apparently, entering a sphere item didn’t guarantee awakening. When people had said that the daggers were similar to the awakening shrines, that’s exactly what they meant—only the daggers were similar to the awakened shrines. Other items, like the one Dallion was exploring now, weren’t. Upon that realization, Dallion for the first time felt as he was supposed to feel—grumpy, like being on a job. “Had enough rest?” Kallan asked. “Almost,”…
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This was the first time Dallion had seen a firebird. He knew of their existence, both from his current memories and those from his Earth life. In all instances, he imagined it to be a large bird with flames for feathers that scorched everything that came near. The creature that filled the chamber utterly shattered those preconceptions. More owl than eagle or peacock, the creature represented one plump yellowy-reddish flame composed of thousands of smaller ones. However, they weren’t so much feathers, but…
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Two spots remained for the first level of the kaleidervisco to be completely uncovered. Normally people would be worried that the spot they would go to first might be full of monsters. Dallion was more concerned that they might reach the guardian’s chamber before defeating everything else. Thankfully, the crackling was able to guide him in the right direction. So far, Dallion had kept the existence of his familiar a secret from everyone. He suspected that a few people knew of it, at the very least the…
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Estezol had been correct when he had said that joining an exploration mission would be very different from what Dallion had expected. To make matters worse, the bearded man couldn’t even fathom the depth of Dallion’s actual expectations. In truth, he hadn’t even come close. In his mind, Dallion was ready for adventures in deep and mysterious caves, fighting off monsters, gathering loot—or at least monster components—as well as a rare mineral or two. He was well aware that ordinary objects found…
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The first thought that went through Dallion’s mind upon seeing Jiroh standing there was that he’d finally not have to serve people during lunch and dinner. The second thought was mild curiosity at the tattered state of her clothes; it was as if she’d been on a three-month journey through swamps and forests without access to modern conveniences. Interestingly enough, her face and hair were perfect, as if she’d come out of a magazine cover photoshoot. “You’re early,” Hannah grunted—a subtle…
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“We’ll start with something simple.” Euryale walked several steps away until the distance between her and Dallion was thirty feet. “This will be your first lesson.” She raised the dartbow she had taken from him in the air. “How do you use this?” Dallion wasn’t sure what to say. He knew that the question wasn’t as obvious as it seemed, but at the same time he had no idea what answer she was looking for. “You point and shoot?” He decided to play it safe. “Okay. Do it.” Both of…
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“Make yourself at home,” Euryale said as they entered her workshop. “I’ll change and be right with you.” The gorgon went into her private room. Dallion looked around. There were quite a lot of changes since last time. The clothes that he had seen were gone. Stacks of worn down armor were in their place, from leather sets to plate mail pieces. Judging by the materials, the armor was quite high end. Jiroh hadn’t exaggerated when she’d said that Euryale was good in her craft. “Did you make…
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