Christopher Anderson
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The rumors about a skilled enchanter master spread through Lemoria. Some people started showing up at Damian's shop, asking for his services! Damian, without any other way to handle it, decided to limit his services to three at a time, meaning he would only enchant three items, rest, and repeat. Now, that was only for personal enchantments, like the one that the lady asked, the fire sword. Damian still enchanted cheaper items for both practice and to sell them in his shop! These items were much…-
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A lady in a splendid long dress stepped into the shop. She surveyed the surroundings, appreciating the aesthetics and the ambiance. She was amazed by what she beheld. The shop was more modest than the ones she frequented, but it was well-arranged, spotless, and had a serene vibe to it. She fancied it. "Greetings, madam," Damian welcomed her as he came out of his private enchantment room, "how may I serve you today?" Damian observed her lavish clothes and her manner. She was evidently someone of…
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The next week was turbulent in Lemoria. Everyone was curious and scared about the recent deaths in the nearby forest, which had become a forbidden zone like the canyon area. To make matters worse, there were also reports of other demonic attacks in different cities. Damian suspected that Miller's army was behind them. Damian was busy helping the others make the temple decent to live in, and after one week, the place was much better! They had installed lights to brighten the place up, brought new…
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The group consisted of three people, all men. They wore leather armor, looking like mercenaries. It was impossible to tell if they were natives to the dungeon, or humans from Earth considering everyone was using similar outfits by that point. "Cut the skeletons!" one yelled, wielding a sword, cutting a skeleton's arm. While that happened, Damian was busy doing his blood ritual, and despite being far from the cave entrance, he could see the same things the skeletons could, so he was aware of their…
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Damian trailed behind the man who had called him to the upper part of the arena. He had just emerged victorious from a savage fight against a troll, but he felt cool and collected. The man escorted him to a VIP area, where only the wealthy and influential could access. The room where the organizer of the fights resided was isolated from the others, with a sweeping view of the arena. Two guards saluted Damian at the door, bowing with respect and awe. They opened the door for him and invited him in.…
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Lemoria's slums were rife with shady businesses that thrived under the lax security. One of these businesses was an illegal fighting club, where gladiators fought to the death for a chance to earn some money. Damian wanted to join this club, despite the risks. He had nothing to lose and everything to gain. He knew it was a matter of life or death, both in the arena and outside of it. He had taken a job from the black market, a dangerous and secretive place where no one dared to cross the wrong…
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They all turned around, scanning the forest for any signs of danger, but they saw nothing. After a few moments, a thick mist rolled in, obscuring their vision even more. "What should we do?" Serana asked. Damian frowned. "We have to keep moving and find a place to stay until the fog clears." It was risky to wander in the forest with the mist clouding their sight, especially with the eerie feeling of being watched! Was it a beast? A human? Another race? Friend or foe? They had no clue, and the…
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Damian and the girls arrived in the city with their carriage. His first priority was to find Frederic, but that would be a challenge in the crowded streets. He decided to use the ring to send a message to his old friend, and soon enough, an older man appeared in front of him. "Old bones!" Damian exclaimed, embracing Frederic and patting his back. "Missed you too. Come on, Raikono is waiting for us at the shop," Frederic said. Shareva drove the carriage with Lila, Natasha and Mary in the back. It…
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Natasha couldn't believe what she had just heard. Someone had seen her defecate in a bucket? And the person standing in front of her was Damian? He looked nothing like the Damian she knew! "How do you know these things?" Natasha asked, dropping the fishing rod and getting ready to fight. Damian gestured with his hands, "Calm down. I'm telling you, I am Damian. Your sister is in the city, waiting for you. Do you want to come see her?" "My sister?" The whole situation was bizarre. Natasha wouldn't…
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Damian left the inn room alone. Lila needed some proper rest after their long journey, so she stayed behind. Shareva stayed too, to watch over their belongings and the carriage they had rented. Damian also wanted them to keep an eye on Natasha's sister, who was still in a coma and defenseless. Damian had a clear mission: to find Natasha, who had told them to meet her in this fishing village. It wasn't a big place, so he thought it would be easy to locate her. But he was wrong. Natasha was nowhere to…
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