Christopher Martin
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On a wooden platform atop Log-a-rhythm, four rivals, each a Champion of a civilization, gathered around a round table. Jasmine, lounging in a chair, toyed with a dagger, never taking her eyes off Arnold. The assassin seemed to be searching for a weakness in the Var Elegis' form. Arnold, in his homunculus form, was observing his three rivals in turn, precisely five seconds each. The periodic staring match with Jasmine seemed to enrage the young woman. Priam was casually seated, his right hand resting on…
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The dead leaves crackled under Seth's feet. Passing through the bare branches of nearby trees, the crimson light of the Necromoon tinted the world with a bloody hue. Despite his soul being half-corrupted, this sight only elicited disgust from the necromancer. The putrid smell emanating from the advanced decomposition of nearby corrupted beings further insulted his senses. He skirted around the reanimated corpse of a giant wolf, continuing his path, indifferent to the motionless necro elites awaiting their…
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Perched in the branches of a tree, its leaves beginning to fall, Jasmine was keeping a watchful eye on her prey. Despite the putrid stench of the beast below, she remained still, shrouded in shadows, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. Her hunt had begun a quarter hour prior. As the corrupted ones fell inert, most of Oasis' residents ventured from the safety of their stronghold to farm Sun Points. After dispatching several dozen lifeless beasts, Jasmine opted to leave the easy points for others.…
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Contemplating the mechanisms of his soul, Priam acknowledged the impossibility of getting a mythical skill at Tier 0. The fact that nothing, not even the instructions of the Heavenly Dragon, mentioned such a possibility had already indicated to him that it was unlikely, but a part of him had still clung to it. Yet, the shape of his soul offered him no hope: it lacked the fifth layer necessary to host a Mythical skill. However, not all the news was bad. Priam was optimistic about the possibility of a sixth…
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Priam swept aside the notifications before focusing on his vitality and Yet, this did not mean he couldn't alter it. Through "Variations bring versatility to my Breath and allow me to target my opponent's weaknesses, but they can be hazardous to my body," Priam summarized in a hoarse voice. He was briefly tempted to use the Merit of As his Domain blocked some bone fragments still falling from the sky, Priam analyzed his battle. His opponent had been a weak Tier 3, too occupied with advancing towards…
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"You took your time," said the First, his body regenerating within moments. Arnold, Champion of the Var Elegis, sole Homunculus of the seventh generation, administrator of the Empire's AGI, and Elysian Duke, almost glitched. According to the films he'd purchased from the Guardian of Secrets, the First's statement could be interpreted as a greeting and it was impolite not to respond. However, the response options provided by his processors were suboptimal. Arnold decided to run a thousand simulations to…
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Seated cross-legged, mere centimeters from an enchanted diamond, a man with obsidian hair sighed deeply. "I despise those golden boys..." "Stop grimacing," said a young boy beside him. "You only just gave me those muscles," his brother countered. "I should slap a smile on your face," the child muttered. "I'd abandon this body right away." Osiris grunted before returning his attention to the broadcast. Priam was locked in combat against a towering Tier 3. The battle was breathtaking, and though he…
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The necro giant's roar ceased as Promesse collided between its eyes. Priam briefly wondered how the creature could howl without vocal cords or lungs, but Reaching the Fire Concept spark in his soul, Priam summoned a blazing nova into his Domain. The temperature soared, and he began absorbing the thermal energy from the overheated air molecules. In about ten seconds, his kinetic reserves were full. To store more energy, Priam would need to increase his meta-endurance or upgrade Arming Promesse, Priam…
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Wielding his Conquest Mist, Priam decimated the soldiers of Necromoon. The fusion of his Concept and Aura was so terrifying that no corrupted creature had yet breached his section of the rampart. The bones and decaying bodies piled up, forming a gruesome barrier several meters high that impeded the advance of the undead. Yet, despite the carnage, the reserves of the Necromoon seemed limitless. In less than an hour, the corrupted would reach the top of the rampart by climbing over the corpses... Minutes…
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“Mirscella…” Priam shot up from his seat before turning to Louis. “If you want to resurrect the real Mirscella, don't die now!” Letting Jasmine convince the old man, he used “I'm afraid not,” Priam countered. “The opposing commander is a Necro Envoy who has possessed the soulless body of one of our friends.” Instantly, the attention of both Tier 3s was captured. “Danger level?” Laepa inquired. “Tier 3 Marquess,” Priam released. Seeing the tribal members' eyes widen, he…
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