Daniel Garcia
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Maybe it’s fate, but I’ve found the perfect catalyst to hone what you taught me, Father, he thought. This realization came to his mind as he squared off against the nightmare bearing the appearance of his father; the exact replication of the Mountain God Style along with the mannerisms of his parent was almost a benefit for him. He knew them well, and with his body that had undergone physical changes, he was ready to finally inherit those skills. – While the clash between ‘false’ father and…
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Swallowing the mutilated limbs, the translucent-haired false humanoid held an uneven smile as if not knowing how to properly animate its face before slamming his palms together. The gesture once more invoked a total shift in scenery as the rainforest decayed; grass dissipated to dust as trees rotted and leaves wilted, causing it to all be swept away by a breeze. “Again…!?” Emilio said. He looked back, finding Melisande was still safe, having to keep herself tucked away from the nightmare’s…
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Being bathed in flames, the hound writhed momentarily as it crashed through the twisted trees of the constantly-altering realm before the bright inferno was siphoned by an explosive change in mass and shape. “It’s changing forms again!” Kintoki remarked. “Nothing surprising there–this one is tricky,” Sumera noted, adjusting her glasses with a quick breath. The three combatants stood side-by-side as the Unending Nightmare melded into its new form, compressing the colossal length of its hound…
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As he looked forward with fear quaking in his pupils, he watched as the messy, black hair parted just enough from the nightmare to make eye contact with it; it possessed eyes unlike anything else. They were stitched open, but empty eye sockets that were filled with an abyssal ooze that slipped down its cheeks. Still, there were ‘eyes’ it possessed; staring deep enough, long enough, there was a darkness that stared back at him before–something triggered. A jolt went through his body as he felt the…
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Accepting the extended hand from the mysterious man, he shook it slowly before letting out the question he held, “…Sorry, but what’s going on? Which one of you is my Soulbound Spirit? The little–I mean, Hextrice, or you?” The man looked at him with his eyes mostly hidden by his bright-red bangs, “Both.” “Both…?” “You have six Soulbound Spirits, Master Emilio,” Gavill told him. “Six…? Six?!” He repeated in surprise. Now that he looked at the six-pointed star he had on his…
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“Waaah–!” He yelled out. Though as he fell, again he recollected what happened last time as he was given a comfortable landing from a bed of violet flowers, which had a silky, almost cloud-like softness to them. “Oh…right, thanks again, flowers,” he quietly showed his gratitude before picking himself up. If this is playing out the exact same way as last time, then what should be down here is that statue…He thought. As he looked up, he predicted as much as he found himself staring at the…
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As the colossus stomped towards Kintoki, lifting its foot to smash him beneath its gargantuan shape, Kintoki reared his fist back with a wild smile before thrusting it upward with an air-piercing uppercut. THWOOOM. The powerful blow nearly made the Jaeger fall backward as its step was rejected, though it caught itself, now enraged as its long fingers stretched out like spikes, trying to stab through Kintoki or ensnare him. Though Kintoki used his massive sword to deflect the elongated fingers, he was…
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As he began to step forward to leave the bounds of the hiding spot, Melisande grabbed onto his arm, though the look he gave her was that of saying ‘There’s no other way.’ Stepping out from the spot of hiding, he gulped as he looked up, meeting eye-to-eye with the scarlet orb that was like a looming moon up above, locking onto him with inhuman malice. Just before he set out to use a spell, something else happened– “Eyes on me–!” A voice rang out; it was unrefined and energetic–the voice…
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Grabbing onto the handle of the flimsy, blue door, he turned it and opened, anxiously watching what laid behind it. Of course, the other side was unable to be seen before entering, but this time it was hidden behind a velvet veil of luxurious fabric. Huh? He thought. Melisande stood next to him, “This time, you better let me help you.” “That goes both ways,” he told her. Gathering a breath into his lungs as he felt a stream of exhaustion and soreness through his body, he pushed it down and…
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“I see now. That’s who you are–there’s no mistaking the heat of those flames,” Shammoth said mysteriously, “–You’re quite the handful, Dragonheart boy.” Those words brought Emilio back into focus as he stepped forward, “Wait, how do you–” “Until we meet again, Dragonheart. It may not be tomorrow or the next day, but that time will surely come. When it does, let’s chat,” Shammoth said with a mischievous grin. Before he could get an answer, Shammoth tipped the hat on his head…
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