Christopher Johnson
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The item Rakna chose to forge last was a large kite shield. For the occasion, Old Wang had given him a metal called Red Mithril. It was more expensive than most common materials but lower than regular mithril, even at its lowest grades. Mithril is known as a metal capable of both frightening flexibility and hardness. It’s also not only light but also mana friendly and magic resistant. Red Mithril was a bastardized version of it. It was made of residues during the forging of regular mithril and mixed…
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Rakna woke up from his soul meditation and sighed before sitting up. He glanced at the sleeping form of Nyx and smiled internally before getting up. There was still a bit of leftover lunar energy in the air but since the sun was already rising, it didn’t affect him at all. “Though…” He whispered and focused on his ears and tails with a bit of his soul. Nyx had told him that they had acted as the catalysts for the lunar energy to enter his body so if he focused a bit, he might be able to…
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“This is awkward,” Rakna deadpanned as he woke up being carried piggyback by Nyx. “Why is the big bull not the one carrying me?” “Who the hell are you calling big bull?” Tairen retorted from the side. “And it’s because she has to be in constant contact with you to stop you from gathering lunar energy and suppress the effects on your lucidity. It’s safer this way. You already were a handful from just the early stages of the night, if you transform with the full moon at its peak, it would…
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Nyx watched with a wince as the grisly sounds of Rakna’s bones snapping into place echoed. His eyes whirled until they were as otherworldly as she knew them, and he let out a loud growl. An aura many times bigger than what she had ever seen from him erupted from his body. ⠀ The temperature fell and the night became a misty one with only the full moon glowing through it like a glaring torch. Rakna’s body became chilly and his fur whitened. His size expanded until he was nearly eight meters tall…
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Evelyn groggily yawned and rubbed her eyes as she opened them. She beheld the blanket covering her half-asleep. She blinked a few times then speedily sobered up when she saw that Rakna was sitting cross-legged on an adjacent couch. She let out a muffled yelp and wiped the drool around her mouth before sitting properly. She took a closer look at him and sighed in relief once she noticed he was in deep meditation. “{Don’t be so fast in your respite, young Cambion. He still saw you drooling in your…
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In the morning, Rakna and Old Wang came out of the smithy with a groan as their head was aching from all the knowledge they had to digest. The only thing they had even spent a minute to do practical practice instead of theory was on the chakram Rakna had forged. Other than that, they had listened to the lioness speak for hours, going through each of the characters, and sometimes giving irrelevant anecdotes about them. “Well, this was not what I expected to do today but I now got ideas on some…
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Half an hour after his chat with Flavia, Rakna was back at Old Wang’s place to continue practicing his forging skills. This time, he was hammering a smaller piece of steel to make one of the throwing weapons he handled the best; chakrams. At the same time, he was trying out a new technique. “Still a bit too much,” Old Wang commented as he saw the mana spread out of the hammer’s face when it struck the steel. “To properly forge magically reinforced weapons, you have to fill every gap in the metal…
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❮ ◈ ❯ ⠀ Cold Star Magic has leveled up! Magic Theory has leveled up! Soul Sense has leveled up! x3 Soul’s Decree has leveled up! Fatigue Resistance has leveled up! Primal Soul Core has leveled up! ⠀ — You have learned a new spell; Natcattiram Cataract! — ⠀ Your incredible attunement with your soul has allowed you to learn your Cōl Lāli, the lullaby of your soul. A Cōl Lāli is a personal lexis. Whenever you intone even just one line of the incantation, your mana and soul…
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Two spears clashed and produced a metallic sound that reverberated in the training room. Rakna took a step back from the force and whirled the weapon in his hand with a relaxed stance while Evelyn grunted and was forced several meters back. She flapped her wings and pounced at him with her spear ready to be thrust in the way he had taught her. Rakna calmly waited for her and with a spin, his spear, forged by himself and then made with Star Make, directly hit the succubus’ polearm at the shaft. The…
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Rakna was pulled out of the odd vision of his past and he regained awareness inside of the Pavilion right as he sensed something approaching the back of his head. He quickly but serenely tilted to the side to dodge a punch. He sighed and scowled. He already knew who it was through the smell. “I expected this from Allan, but not you too,” he uttered with no real rancor and looked over his shoulder at Flavia who had at least the decency to look sheepish at his reprimand. “W-well, I knew it would work…
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