Christopher Martin
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Calm and collected, Kazuki stretched upon emerging from the basin. The contact of his feet with the stone created a fleeting wave of light that spread across the marble before vanishing a few meters away. It was the sole illumination in a dark world, revealing a physically fit hoplite. He was healthy, yet his features were strained. Kazuki took a few steps forward without a single glance backward. He knew he would see a heavy double door. The exit was as close as it was tempting. For him, it was…
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After nearly two hours of negotiating the terms of the contract, Priam and Jasmine had come to an agreement. On almost everything. "Fuck, I told you I accepted your deal, no need to tie me up," the young woman growled. Feet and hands bound by Log-a-rhythm, Jasmine sat cross-legged on the floor. Priam didn't want to risk a last-minute escape attempt. "You're an assassin, and I have zero trust in you. Plus, there will be kids around, so watch your language." "Or what? You'll kill me?" "Yes." Priam's…
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Jasmine fixed her gaze on Priam, awaiting his judgment. Her large eyes, framed by long black lashes, seemed deceptively innocent. Instantly, Priam regained rationality and thanked his high charisma. Without this attribute, Jasmine could have persuaded him to let her go. That wasn't going to happen. Jasmine was an assassin. Her raison d'être was to kill. That's what her description indicated, and Priam had experienced it firsthand. She had tried to kill him. She had maimed Kazuki. If he released her,…
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Priam forced a smile as Micro smoothed the beats of his heart. The Guardian was unfamiliar with humans, but an erratic heartbeat couldn't be normal. Priam had to be careful not to arouse suspicion. He suspected that not everything about Apocryphal souls had been revealed. Perhaps because the Guardian didn't know the whole truth? After all, the System knew he was an Apocryphal soul, and no one had tried to kill him yet. If Concepts could do it with a Grace, why not his Patron? After all, Priam didn't…
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"Attacking a tank as an assassin is rarely a good idea," Priam commented. As he spoke, he began conjuring his new invisible mist toward the assassin. "If I hadn't been warned, I would probably be dead," Kazuki replied in a neutral tone. While keeping an eye on his target, Priam frowned. "Warned? By whom?" He hadn't detected anyone else. Kazuki nodded toward the menhir. "The menhir holds... a strange intelligence that sells information. He can hear us." "Oh." That changed things. "And the assassin? She…
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Amidst the ruins of the skulk village, two combatants stared at each other in silence. One was covered in futuristic armor, the other was naked below the waist. Glancing at his quests, Kazuki grinned. The bounty on Skull had vanished: Priam had succeeded. When his ability had banished oxygen in a large radius, the skulc Shaman had ignored the lack of air, thinking he was safe within his shield. Now, his red eyes and tremors betrayed the air shortage beneath the barrier. The battle was nearing its…
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Jasmine treaded cautiously as she entered the eye of the cyclone. Moving with light steps, she embraced every shadow and tree, advancing while scrutinizing her surroundings. The remnants of the battle proved that she was in danger if any of the protagonists were still able to fight. It had been nearly an hour since the ground last trembled, and the dissipating clouds hinted at a subsiding storm. Most assassins favored the cloak of darkness, finding solace in shadows. Rain and clouds had often been…
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A furious howl shook the forest as Priam vanished into the mist. Sixty meters away, he reappeared at the center of the circle formed by the skulcs. Without hesitation, he tapped into the mist concept. Taking advantage of the discount, he unleashed In a heartbeat, Skull spotted him. With a bound, the boss closed the distance. Anchored firmly, Priam intercepted a titanic blow. His shoulders absorbed the impact while his feet sank into the snow. The ground trembled, but not his gaze; fear had no place in…
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Kazuki squinted as he observed most of the warriors deserting the village. They must have found Priam. Having infiltrated the village's confines, Kazuki had concealed himself in a building. The simple wooden hut was as basic as it was sturdy. Inside, eight layers of dried herbs were spread across the floor. The skulcs lived in makeshift barracks. Kazuki had experienced trenches full of corpses that smelled better than this dormitory. The stench was unbearable. Seizing the opportunity of lowered…
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A skeletal figure halted before a curtain of vines. Fumbling blindly, it eventually located the secret entrance and ventured forth. Wild vines slid over its decaying flesh without causing it concern; their potent paralyzing poison had little effect on the undead. A few meters ahead, a second curtain impeded its progress. Seth stood before it, both ashamed and miserable. Swelling his chest, he attempted to draw courage with a breath, but his pierced lungs failed to take in air. The battle against the…
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