Christopher Martin
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Reacting to his thoughts, Priam's draconic instinct stirred. A pessimistic feeling washed over him. If he attacked with a Breath, the Shaman would survive. Then, the entire village would pursue him into the forest. Priam was confident in his ability to outmaneuver his enemies in the woods. Unfortunately, once the alarm was raised, the rest of his quest would become more challenging. His pyromaniac side itched to unleash an ultra-powerful attack, but Priam didn't want to be controlled by his instincts.…
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One Potential point per skulc slain. Two Bosses, each promising a unique reward. As if that weren't enough, Priam's next target was a rune stone that sat at the center of the skulk village. Seth had no inkling of the stone's powers, except that it disrupted the Necromoon's light. That was good enough for Priam. "Fate is urging us to eradicate these creatures," he whispered. "Good riddance; I loathe these pests," grumbled Kazuki, scanning the coniferous forest. "We need to kill as many as possible. These…
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"This is the second spot," declared Priam, absorbing his momentum. His bare foot landed on a broad maple leaf without even causing a tremor. Thanks to A large and heavy form crashed onto a nearby branch, causing a deafening crack. The tree and its red foliage trembled. A subtle entrance courtesy of Kazuki. "I don't feel anything special," replied the hoplite at the controls of his mecha, jumping from the branch he had just broken. Rolling his eyes, Priam joined him below. As he landed, he knelt to brush…
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Esmée turned to her brother. "Galinthor, aran'shan enithrin'kai enithoron. Ilin'dor enithalon en'dorithor shan'althar." The commander's face turned crimson. The man - or rather, the empyrean - appeared furious as he visibly struggled to breathe. Despite Priam's efforts, the situation showed no signs of de-escalating. It wasn't entirely surprising; Priam had more or less taken their princess hostage and stole his magic tree. In response to Esmée, the man grunted. A rather disrespectful response when…
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The five guards worked as a cohesive unit, effectively protecting each other. Slashing, parrying, blocking, they formed a pentagon upon which waves of ants crashed. Behind them, the commander shouted orders from the edge of the forest. Kazuki crawled up to Priam, his face concealed by his helmet. His mech, camouflaged to match the ground, made it nearly invisible despite its size. Priam focused on to observe the battle. Were they facing natives or men from one of his rivals? "Their commander is hard…
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Closing his eyes, Priam focused on his Talent. Nothing happened. Priam grimaced as he read the notification from his add-on. Behind him, his father stood near the portal leading to the Log-a-rhythm clearing. The Talent's description mentioned a portal leading into or out of his world. One portal, not two. He explained the problem to his father. “I see only two solutions,” Alain replied. “First: create a portal in the sphere whenever you're not using it for something else.” Priam…
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Leaning casually against the trunk of Log-a-rhythm, Priam and Alain gazed at the stars. In their hands, two wooden mugs held a golden liquid. Sap. "A grand vintage," Priam joked, licking his lips. "I would give a lot for some good cheese and a baguette..." Even in another world, the French remained steadfast in their traditions. Alain took a sip and sighed in contentment. "For a fisherman like me, it lacks fish." "I brought silk. We could stretch a net across the river and see if we catch something,"…
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"A rift?!" exclaimed Seth as he saw where Kazuki was leading him. Without a word, the hoplite lifted the skull of his enemy and brought it down onto the rift. The result was immediate. It vibrated strongly, as if he had placed an ingot on a circular saw. It took Seth less than a second to start screaming. Kazuki took it as a good sign. His bones were not invincible. The necromancer fought like a devil, but Kazuki-Knightmare's strength was far superior. "S—Stop this," Seth yelled as a cracking sound…
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As Seth blinked, Kazuki felt the urge to chuckle. His rival must have hailed from a world that favored magic over technology. Clearly, the sight of a mechanized suit of armor left him bewildered. Kazuki couldn't blame him as Knightmare - the name of the mecha - was quite the sight to behold. It was, after all, the culmination of years of effort and the pinnacle of hoplite science. The mecha stood nearly three and a half meters tall, weighing over a ton. Its violet paint concealed an ultra-resilient alloy…
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Esmée’s grimoire trembled. The princess, her hands covered in soapy water, mentally connected to it. A moment later, she froze. The Corrupted was heading towards the First. The Hoplite was also present. Three out of the ten rivals would soon be united. The Corrupted would undoubtedly be hostile, and a fight would draw the attention of the others. This opened up possibilities she had to seize. After all, an Preferably with her brother in the role of the sacrifice. "Hurry up!" an impatient voice…
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