Daniel Garcia
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After reuniting, it was finally time to settle in for the night, which after some searching, the two managed to find a small, tucked away cave that was well-hidden behind bushes. “This’ll work,” Emilio remarked. “Yeah. I doubt we’ll get found here,” she replied. The usage of ‘doubt’ stuck out to Emilio as he knew there was truly no certainty of safety in such a place, especially not with the type of beasts or men that lurk the land. It was eerily dark and quiet through the forest, save…
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Soon, night crawled over as a result of the sun-like crystal in the air dimming, releasing pollen-like particles that danced through the isolated air, resembling stars. Nightfall?…Can’t say I’m excited for that, he thought. It was devastatingly dark; the glistening pollen above hardly provided any light, forcing him to move through the ominous forest of death. The sound of weightful footsteps crunching twigs and leaves caused him to duck into a bush again, opting to avoid a fight if he…
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Lurking in the Valley of Parmesus was not just the threat of beasts, but something far more sinister. Sealed within the contorted valley were not just mindless beasts, but monsters a class above them in true evil: humans. Stepping out from a moss-covered cave, a tall man with abnormally long, muscular limbs wore the pelt of a beast on his back, sniffing the air as a smile stretched across his scarred lips. He was nearing three meters in height, with a mane of stringy, jet-black hair cascading down his…
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Hearing thunderous footsteps quaking through the land nearby, he moved out of the clearing as his boots stomped over the muddy ground, ducking into a patch of bushes to hide himself. STOMP. STOMP. STOMP. Peering through the bushes, he watched while crouched down, quieting his breathing, as a behemoth clad in pitch-black, spiky scales stomped through the spot he was just laying. It was as large as an elephant, emitting breath in the form of steam from its pores as it moved through. It had a bulbous tail…
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It only took a moment for the silver-haired girl to choose what she wanted to eat as the allure of potatoes and savory smells came from one of the Milligarde outlets. “Well, you can grab whatever you want, but I really want mashed potatoes in Milligarde style!” Melisande said with a smile, clapping her hands together. Still, he wasn’t so quick to decide, but as he roamed around, he found himself entranced by the Danxian restaurant, which had steam exuding from its kitchen with a rich smell oozing…
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As the two veteran adventurers left, a motivational thumbs-up was given from Faust to Emilio before the youths were left on their own now. “Well…” Emilio said. “I guess we should sign up?” Melisande suggested. “Yeah,” Emilio breathed in, preparing himself. The interior of the Guild Foundation was almost modern in its structure and atmosphere; it was kept brightly lit by runes used similarly to lights that he experienced on Earth. There was certainly truth to feeling ‘out of depth’;…
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The source of the awful smell that inhabited the swamps could be seen all around as he peered out of the carriage; bloated corpses floated in the shallow waters, along with discarded skeletons of fallen adventurers. It wasn’t just adventurers, either. There were desecrated merchant wagons, sunken into the ground with the very merchants being caught in the deathly grip of the valley. What is this place?…I knew it was bad, but this is something else entirely, Emilio thought. Giant frogs, larger than…
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“That doesn’t sound too bad then,” Emilio replied, leaning on the back of the carriage as he took in the fresh wind. “Well, err…” Melisande added. “What?” Emilio glanced back. Melisande looked up at him, “It says that Illya road is often nicknamed the ‘Rest Before Death’ by adventurers since one of the areas it leads to is the ‘Styx High Swamps’. Apparently there’s over a thousand deaths per year in that area…It’s land is difficult to traverse and there’re lethal beasts…
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Summoning massive formations of stone in the air, he shaped them into lances the size of trees before flinging them towards his opponent. At last, Feiyu revealed his magecraft as his hands became enveloped in sleek, dark-brown stone that resembled steel in its seamless integrity, flawless in its form. Utilizing his reinforced gauntlets made of his own ability, Feiyu swiftly struck the incoming stone, shattering them apart. “What–?!” Emilio was left surprised. Before he could counter with another…
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“Wait…I can’t accept that–” Emilio shook his head. “Please,” Jeane told him with a genuine smile, handing it over, “I’m just a first year student, but in Indasia Academy, my alchemy is looked at as just an inferior tool by the other mage students. But you…you showed a genuine interest and appreciation for my trinkets. You’ve spent a lot of time developing your magecraft, right?” Emilio slowly nodded, “…Yeah.” “Then I believe I’m right in giving this to you,” Jeane…
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