Christopher Martin
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As the flames decimated the underground world, Priam felt a surge of power engulfing him. From the boost Priam received, his assistant could calculate the number of vanquished adversaries. With a solemn expression, he flooded the tunnels with devastating flames. Eyes closed, he sensed the fire born from his concept exploring every nook of the underground galleries in search of oxygen. Consuming the latter and the ambient aether, the flames multiplied. Mentally, his add-on crafted a map of the rabhorns'…
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Exiting Log-a-rhythm, Priam blinked to adjust his eyes to the change in brightness. Despite the soft light emitted by the phosphorescent sap, the tree's interior remained relatively dark. Once his misty pupils contracted, Priam turned towards the stairs leading to the Skull Temple. One of the prizes intrigued him greatly: the heart of a Skulc Shaman, a descendant of dragons. A few days earlier, Skull's heart had helped Priam assimilate his own bloodline. Could that of a Tier 4 Shaman possibly elevate his…
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Hyshana's smile vanished as she beheld Kazuki's condition. She hurried to her husband's side to support him while Priam instructed Log-a-rhythm to prepare a bath of regenerative sap. Approaching the couple with Sphinx by his side, Priam observed as the hoplites secured the perimeter, their efforts unnecessary. "My love, I'm back from the war," said the proud hoplite, leaving a trail of blood behind him. "Covered in honor and scars," smiled Hyshana before beginning to examine her husband. "You look like…
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In the dark sky of Concepts Archipelago, a figure danced, leaving a fiery trail behind. The glow of the flames cast a supernatural reflection in the Fire Sage's hair. If mist had invaded his eyes, the fire had transformed his hair. Each concept brought forth a physical manifestation. Behind Priam, a pair of fiery wings vibrated. Each was composed of forty flaming feathers arranged like the petals of a half-lotus. Their size and placement left nothing to chance, exuding a beauty that would have moved any…
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Surprise painted Priam's features upon hearing the question. Suspicion replaced surprise. "Are you spying on me?" he asked, his tone icy. Like anyone, Priam valued his privacy. The phoenix snorted. "Paranoia is a quality, but I assure you I'm just a simple hologram. I merely sense that you haven't unlocked the Priam nodded as if satisfied with the phoenix's response, but deep down, he remained cautious. "Well, since these points are scarce... The mere prospect of making a suboptimal decision…
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A couple of minutes later, Priam came back to his senses. He was lying near the central pond of his world, under the branches of the young magical birch. Blinking, he leaned against the tree trunk, smiling as he read through his notifications. He felt invigorated. "I guess that's normal considering my newfound vitality. I feel like I could lift a mountain." By now, Priam was accustomed to attribute increases, but his vitality had surged by more than ten percent. Such a significant boost made him feel…
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“What's a slave?” Sphinx asked with innocent curiosity. Myuri grimaced at the question. Seated on a wooden terrace at the summit of Log-a-rhythm, her feet dangling in the void, the young woman pondered for a moment. “It's when you have to do what others want and not what you want to do yourself,” she finally replied. It was that and so much worse. It was the threat of blows when a task was not well executed. It was the pain of the whip when she found herself in the wrong place at the wrong time.…
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A stack of wood floated behind Priam as his Assistant had advised him to use So, with the equivalent of a cubic meter of crimson wood, he passed through the portal. Entering Concepts Archipelago, Priam circled the central pond and continued for about ten meters. There, a hole had been dug - the future location of the Tribulations Chamber. At the bottom, massive stones had been arranged and cast in a semi-rigid resin, a kind of magical concrete providing a stable foundation capable of absorbing shocks…
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Priam carefully placed his load at the base of Log-a-rhythm before leaping. At the peak of his jump, he used the trunk as a springboard, gaining a few extra meters to reach the first branch. The tree had experienced a growth spurt, becoming the Guardian of the Forest. Perhaps it sought to dominate its fellow trees, physically asserting its position? Climbing from branch to branch with the help of In seconds, he surpassed Rose's tree house, then Mirscella's and Kazuki's. Each hut was better crafted than…
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"I've struck a deal with the Guardian; I must create a Forum," Priam declared. Alain nodded. "Then let's start there. We'll figure things out as we learn more about this Forum." Refusing to dwell on what he could have purchased with that Merit point, Priam confirmed the Land Owner selection. Frowning at the second Merit, Priam realized that the Local Network was likely a form of internet. If so, he'd have to invest in it later. History had proven that it was impossible to thrive without this…
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