Christopher Martin
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Priam swallowed as he looked up at the imposing Colosseum. The building was even more impressive up close. A majestic aura emanated from it, betraying its divine origin. It was not men who had bled to build this building. The Concepts reminded men that the road to the Eighth Throne was long. No matter how much progress he had made in the last few days, the power gap was still vast. Priam gritted his teeth, the ocean may be vast, but with the System, he could cross it. He would cross it. No matter if he…
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Priam was heading for the Colosseum. If awards and titles were available, he wanted them. The Mercenaries intrigued him too. A faction that could respect his freedom and didn't try to force him to sign anything? It was almost too good to be true. Priam wanted to verify that. The stone and gold metal building - surely to respect the dome theme - was visible from a distance. Priam had never visited the Colosseum in Rome, but the Concepts undoubtedly drew inspiration from it before multiplying its…
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The boy's name was Tjay. He almost ran away, and Priam had to hold him back by putting a hand on his shoulder and absorbing his speed. The youngster was so weak that he had immobilized him. The skill seemed to have calmed him down. Tjay then insisted on continuing the discussion away from the pyramid. The dome's inhabitants knew it was an exit. But the Spider Barons had wiped out anyone who tried to leave. Priam wasn't too surprised; according to Tjay, ninety-nine percent of the residents were not…
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Where was he? Who was he? Priam asked himself these questions as the pain pulled him from his nightmares. Were they even nightmares? He had seen Arnold burning cities and monsters. Priam screamed as the flames hit him. The fire entered his body, and his blood turned to magma. The pain was horrible, but his delusions were worse. He was insane. Only the System notifications still seemed real. Priam was delirious, and he knew it. He thought about meditating, but it was impossible. He could only grit his…
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Anne turned around as soon as the door was closed. She ordered the Amazons to assemble quickly. Albin called out to her at that moment. "Nice acting lesson. I almost thought you really wanted a trial." Anne looked at him dismissively. "Good thing I was able to concoct a believable story quickly. Without me, you'd all be dead. But I hope I don't cross his path again. He's young and innocent, but this is probably the last time he'll spare an enemy..." Albin shrugged. He didn't care as long as he was…
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Anne and Priam exchanged a long look. Their discussion held the attention of all the occupants of the cave. Priam was confident. The enemy fighters did not want to fight him, and a good leader knows when to listen to his subordinates. Albin stepped forward to intervene. "Are you willing to promise that in front of the Concepts? To bind your word to your Potential and die if you perjure yourself? Priam had no idea that this was even possible. But his answer was immediate. "Don't jerk me. You are still…
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Priam would have liked to tell Claire to back away to safety behind him, but he didn't want to lose sight of the girl. Besides, he wasn't planning to exterminate everyone in the room. He had questions, and a massacre wasn't a great start. Priam's plan was simple: get Claire out to prevent her capture. Then he could deal with the rest of the Amazons and Albin's men. He'd defeated two Barons, so it wasn't a few novice fighters that would scare him. Anne spoke up, and you could feel the surprise in her…
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An Amazon was hidden behind a recess. The young man was careful to move slowly since he had entered the cave. He didn't know what awaited him and didn't want to unnecessarily ruin his infiltration by setting off a trap. Priam had chosen to enter the cave secretly. He had seen what the Amazons had done to innocent people. If they spotted him, he would have to fight. But he was there to find his family and find answers to his questions. There would be time to punish these killers later. For now, he was most…
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Claire was running in the direction of the Orthos cave. She had quickly obeyed Priam, knowing she would be a dead weight. Besides, even if she was grateful to him, she had things to do, especially to save her family. The Amazon on her left turned to her and quietly indicated they had arrived. They were in the heart of the Baron's territory, and there was little chance of other creatures lurking around, but it was best to remain cautious. The mist gradually gave way to a small mountain. It took the two…
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"AHHHHHH!" This time the howl came from Priam's throat. Without thinking, he released his spear from Orthos' skull and grabbed it. Fatigue weighed on his shoulders, but he ignored it. The fight against Orthos had been quick but intense, and returning to the front without a moment's rest promised a tough fight. Yet it seemed he had no choice... Dashing toward the Boss, he charged his kinetic skill and identified his enemy. He was angry but not blinded by rage. This new Baron was an opponent he had to face…
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