Andrew Thompson
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Nerosal had, as it turned out, thirty city guard barracks. Each was the size of a small fort, taking as much space as half a city block. The fact that Dallion had only been able to see three since he had arrived, suggested that the city was even larger than he imagined. Strictly speaking, the nearest barracks was at the city gate Dallion had entered through upon arriving. After some consideration—and consulting the library echo—though, he decided to go for the second closest, which was about twenty…-
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The next few days were a combination of learning, working, and eating, with moments of sleeping in between. Despite the echo’s insistence, Dallion didn’t set foot outside the inn, choosing to read and train in the library until hungry and exhausted, then sleep until his work shift. In many regards, Dallion was like a student cramming for exams. The good news was that he had finally obtained enough information to determine his “way of development”. According to the scroll Nil had given him, all…
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A world in which things could make themselves be forgotten out of existence. It was as fascinating as it was terrifying. Through the scrolls he read, Dallion became fully aware of the real difference between nobility and the normal awakened. Based on Earth’s history, he had assumed nobility to be a status granting them power. In effect it was very much the opposite—the title was a representation of the person’s power. Being a count pretty much guaranteed the person was the strongest in the county…
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“I’m really sorry, Dal,” Falkner said. The boy was struggling to keep his tears to the point that one would think it was him that had failed and not Dallion. “It’s not that I didn’t want to help.” “Hey, it’s okay.” Dallion smiled, patting the boy on the shoulder. “It’s all on me. I shouldn’t have pushed it. Besides, it’s not like anyone forced me, right? I could have stopped at any time.” In the back of his mind, however, Dallion was starting to wonder why he didn’t.…
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“Well, I’m out,” Bel said, walking away from the rest of the group. “Sorry, but it’s not worth it. Group trials are tough enough. It was fun, but from here on, you’re on your own.” The girl disappeared moments later, leaving only Arthurows, Falkner, and Dallion behind. The odds didn’t seem good. While Dallion knew he could rely on Falkner—who had also proven to be the strongest in the group—he had serious misgivings about Arthurows. To put it mildly, Arthurows was a slacker. Little…
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Music skills versus music skills… Knowing what the skills could do, Dallion’s immediate reaction was to calm his thoughts. Moments later, he saw how pointless the attempt was. Music skills didn’t grant telepathy, they merely allowed a person to see the emotions of others and manipulate them. Yet in that case, what was the way of countering them? Guard skills protected against attack skills, so if the copyette decided to attack there was nothing he could do. However, that also meant that if Dallion…
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The news that they were facing a copyette had its impact on the group. Dallion wasn’t that alarmed, but the others definitely were. It could be seen in their actions and behavior, resulting in a significant drop in combat efficiency. There had been several more ambushes as the group made their way towards the guardian chamber. At this point, no one bothered to count. Not that it mattered—the creatures were intelligent enough to merge into several groups before attacking. Copyettes… Dallion had only…
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The third level was quite different from the ones before. Stone gave way to veins of raw quartz emerging from walls and columns alike. Only the floor remained the same old path of grey stone. No one said a word upon entering the first chamber. Everyone in the party knew that this was it—their final trial. The next guardian would determine whether they would earn a mentor or would remain solo until the next selection. Dallion, too, was wondering what the final outcome would be. Judging by the way Vend…
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Three more bolts sank into the body of the guardian, yet its health remained at a hundred percent. Whatever the creature was, fighting it with conventional methods proved ineffective. Even Falkner was puzzled by the outcome. According to the boy, ranged weapons were supposed to deal just as much damage they would deal to any other creature. And yet, they clearly didn’t. “Split up!” Dallion shouted. The one weakness he had managed to spot, thanks to Cellano, was that the scylla preferred to have five…
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“Jump on Vend!” Dallion leapt in the direction. He had to be careful not to destroy the echo in the process, while also making sure to cover as much of his body as possible. Thankfully, a set of green markers appeared suggesting how to achieve that in optimal fashion. This single event brought Dallion to an unexpected realization, one that he had internally been avoiding—he was abysmally unprepared when it came to anything related to the awakened world. So many people had given him so many chances…
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