Christopher Martin
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The Domain seemed to be pressing down physically on Priam, trying to force him to bend his back. Submissive positions led to submissive habits. Priam refused to give in. As he advanced, he could feel the pressure building. Here, in the tree's heart, his ability to manipulate his mist was diminishing with every step. His bubble had gradually shrunk to a sphere barely a meter across. A few meters further on, Priam stopped again. He had no idea how long the tunnel was, but his sphere would soon be reduced…
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Priam felt the difference in atmosphere as soon as he crossed the border. Technically, there was no real separation between the woods and the Earl's courtyard. The trees grew progressively taller, and the aether in the air became more concentrated. Yet Priam could have felt the difference with his eyes closed. His instincts told him that he was in the territory of a predator and being watched. The change in atmosphere could, of course, be linked to a particular resource such as Spring. But most annoying…
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Priam mobilized all his energy reserves. He had no extra life and no intention of dying now. The attack was coming too fast for him to dodge. With all his senses alert and To absorb the attack without being cut in half, Priam had several ideas. If he couldn't cheat like that, then only one solution was left. Priam would simultaneously absorb the Viscount's energy and instantly release it in the opposite direction. Theoretically, if he absorbed 40% of the attack and instantly released this kinetic…
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At the Dome, Mercury was having breakfast. The schedules of many humans had been turned upside down. On the Moon, the sun wouldn't set for another ten days. It would remain daylight throughout the rest of the Reunion. Or night, depending on where you were. Despite his Vitality, Mercury preferred to continue listening to his biological clock. In his opinion, man needed a framework to be truly effective. You didn't work in bed, you didn't sing sitting down, and you got up early - after at least eight hours'…
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Priam straightened up and quickly consulted the Tribulations timer. Twelve minutes had passed since the explosion. In his mental space, he had suffered for several hours under the Phoenix's guidance. The Phoenix had demonstrated its skill over and over again. Apparently, the Phoenixes had excellent aether perception, enabling them to observe the exact functioning of a skill and then emulate it. Any Phoenix was expected to understand the basics after seeing it just once. Some were able to improve their new…
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Alberto Boss was sipping his coffee, watching the Cathedral of the Revenants tremble. He had started work on the Champion's outfit as soon as he had left his workshop. The old man had always had good instincts. This time, it whispered to him not to disappoint his new client. The tailor looked down at his coffee. Black and sugarless, it reminded him of Anatole. The master of the Revenants was not a man to be crossed lightly. Alberto didn't consider himself a coward, but rather a pragmatist. Yet he had to…
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A quadruple Priam opened his eyes. The room was still shrouded in mist as he began to get his bearings. His body - or rather, the pieces of it - must have been thrown to the back of the vault. That was where he had been resurrected. A glance allowed Priam to pinpoint its original location. Where the meteor had struck was now a huge hole. His mist was slightly disturbed as it approached the crater. Priam noted the information in his head while rubbing his nose mechanically. It tickled. The tiny white…
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The chimera swung its arm in his direction. It was more than ten meters from the young man, but the limb extended to hit him. Priam leaped into the air and the attack passed beneath him before striking the armored door. It buckled with a terrible noise and a crater about ten centimeters deep was created. Priam, suspended on the top rail of the armored door, swallowed as he saw the damage. His body was now very resistant, but this attack would have killed him instantly. Without giving him a moment's…
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Finally, the creature at his feet was brought down. Its Vitality was ridiculous, but fortunately, it didn't seem to possess any active skills. It might change if the Revenants improved their rituals or for Viscount-rank Abominations. Priam took a moment to imagine a Viscount Abomination with the nine lives of Nemea and shuddered. Coughing due to the stench, Priam plugged his nose. The Abomination's corpse was made of the bloody flesh of human cadavers. He had never smelled anything so bad, and only his…
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Priam threw his spear with all his might. The weapon had barely left his hand before it penetrated the Abomination's head. The room shook as the spear sank into the wall behind with the grace of a cannonball. Priam turned to the petrified priest. "I think we have some things to talk about..." His jaw still throbbed with pain, but he forced himself to articulate. The pain was nothing compared to that of some of his deaths. Priam's words woke the terrified man, and he ran for the exit. Priam set off in…
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