Daniel Garcia
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“Ah…what the hell did I get myself into this time?” Scratching his head as he muttered to himself, Roan looked around, standing in the foggy depths of Larundog, surrounded by malignant entities. The red-haired man slid his hands out of his pockets as strands of crimson lightning coiled around his gloves; glancing around, he watched as the giant, lanky humanoids approached with their spider-like limbs carrying them forward. I’m not sure where the kid ended up, but I’m sure he can handle…
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With dozens of the grotesque, fungal-infected undead closing in, he unleashed everything he had into a blaze, swallowing everything in front of him in the draconic heat. As expected, the nature of the flammable creatures allowed the flames to eat away and spread between the undead, giving him ample time to begin ascending the vines. Despite the level up, he hardly felt rejuvenated, though the little bit of strength let him slowly ascend, lugging his body up as he tucked his sword into its sheath. My…
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The abyssal water was filled with sediment and algae, making it harder to move through, but he eventually shuffled through before hoisting himself up to the hole that led into the mysterious interior of the colossal tree. Before getting to look inside, he turned around, reaching down to lend a hand to Melisande, who seemed hesitant at first to accept his help, but obliged. “Hyup,” Melisande made a small noise when brought up. Bringing himself to his feet, he looked around with Melisande at the…
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Further tears strolled from Melisande’s eyes before she nodded with a face scrunched from holding back tears, accepting his hand before standing. “Alright,” he nodded in return with a smile, “Let’s get out of here.” “…Is that even possible, though? I’ve looked everywhere, but all I’ve found are monsters…” Melisande asked. Now that they were standing together, her height was clear; the silver-haired girl was roughly a whole head shorter than the blonde-and-black haired boy. “It…
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It was a light flow, but there was a distinctive heat exclusive to the Dragonheart blood he possessed; perhaps it was through a direct usage of his physicality, but it seemed to awaken that slumbering bloodline. Still, he wasn’t by any means ‘experienced’ in close-quarters combat with his fists as when he went in for another punch, he slipped up, disturbed by the ripples of water and his own anxiousness. “Wah!” The flower-eyed gorilla took advantage of his slip-up, slamming one of its fists…
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Bringing himself to his feet, he was left with an unequivocal wave of dread that washed over his body as he looked around, finding himself surrounded by trees that bore the faces of men staring down at him. A subtle glow gave off of the blood-red spider lilies that bloomed from the many branches around, giving him a faint, but appreciated light. The enigmatic swamp seemed to stretch in every direction, existing under the permeance of night, or at least what seemed to be as the ceiling of spider lilies…
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He was completely enveloped in a sense of ‘flight’–sprinting down the suspended bridges, having to duck beneath a propulsion of steam at the last moment. The steam managed to graze his cheek, turning it red as it seared in a burning sensation, though the adrenaline pumping through his body made him hardly register the pain. Returning to the intersection of metal bridges, he took a turn to the left, going down the path that he initially found Cube Head on. Again, he looked back to find it gaining on…
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Quelling his fear was only a temporary countermeasure as the very essence of the gloomy air seemed interlaced with horror. He began seeing silhouettes out of the corner of his eye, hearing steps in addition to his own whenever he moved, causing him to look around constantly. Something was severely different in the center of the desolate city; reality felt completely twisted by the whim of the Unending Nightmare. I have to keep moving…I have to find Roan, or anybody, he thought. As he slowly moved…
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The sight of the onyx-skinned, faceless centaur was daunting in its own right; the blade-arms it possessed were larger than his entire body two times over; it easily trumped the size of the smaller buildings occupying the street. “Back me up with your magic,” Roan said, “I can avoid getting hit, so try to focus on giving supporting fire.” “Got it.” Just like that, the seasoned adventurer was already setting off to engage the colossal beast as he sprinted in with a trail of lightning…
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“I’ll support you,” Emilio said, focusing up. Roan nodded, “‘Preciate it!” Though it hardly seemed necessary to lend his aid as with swiftness like a bolt of lightning, the red-haired adventurer left the bounds of the carriage and broke the distance between himself and the hog-beasts. Though it wasn’t that Roan simply moved like lightning; the man swung his magically-manifested claymore towards one of the tall beasts, cleaving through it with sharpened flames before flicking his fingers…
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