Daniel Garcia
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“…I can’t die…not yet…” He mumbled weakly. It all felt futile; the shreels of arachnids echoed throughout the forest-like park, following behind him as he felt his body hardly responding to his commands anymore. “–Is that so? Then stay down for a moment, wouldja?” The voice that spoke out to him was vaguely familiar; a masculine voice that was oddly optimistic for the situation. As he looked up, his blurry vision could only make out the silhouette of the man standing over him, who had…
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“No, no, no…!” He frantically swatted his arm in a panic, backing away and picking himself up before slipping right into a curtain of webs. “Gah…!” It certainly wasn’t there before; the net of webs that entangled him as he thrashed his limbs about. The cobweb was made out of scarily powerful threads; they were adhesive, sticking to his clothes and skin as his physical strength alone wasn’t enough. In fact, it seemed the more he tussled, the more he was caught in the webs. As he got…
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“…This is what it means to be an adventurer, right…?” He questioned to himself in a whisper. Just then, the silver-haired beasts made their move; shuffling through the treeline with unarthodox, zig-zag movements, they closed in on his position with swiftness. There wasn’t a single droplet of fear that entered his bloodstream as he stood his ground, standing still as he waited for the beasts to come. They moved carefully, but with speed that made them blurs–to normal eyes, that is. As one…
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The rumbling was now greater than ever; what was once coming from deep below the sand as if coming from the trenches of an ocean, the vibrating approached quickly. As he rose to his feet, a look of relief washed over Joel’s face as he closed his eyes, laying against the blue sand and relinquishing himself to whatever was coming. …Melisande, I’ll be joining you soon…Joel thought. Just as the azure grains of sand hummed with a frequency that tickled the back of the adventurer’s neck, he was…
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“Hold on–!” Ethan yelled out. It was impossible to maintain any stable footing to support his own strength in the life-or-death tug-of-war as the grains of blue sand continued to slip beneath his boots. So instead of utilizing magic to directly try and combat the issue engulfing Joel, he conjured stone footholds that shaped around his boots. These rocky molds were directly rooted in the sand, embedding deep and allowing him to maintain his balance while knelt down, extending his arms and holding on…
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“I’ve got a question,” Ethan said, folding his arms over his chest. “Y-yeah?” Joel looked over at him, hiding his arm. Ethan raised an eyebrow, ignoring his companion’s odd behavior, “…Have you seen anybody with dark-brown skin and silver eyes? Wearing all-black clothes and kind of a sour attitude?” “Huh? No, sorry, that doesn’t ring a bell,” Joel shook his head. “Figured as much,” he sighed. “Why? Is it somebody you knew?” Joel asked. “‘Knew’?” “Sorry,…
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The sheer volume of the blade-like hairs made it impossible to completely defend against, resulting in lacerations being etched on the hot-headed adventurer’s body, though he pressed on. “Do it, Ethan…!” “Yeah!” Gathering his mana from the core of his being and spreading it throughout his body, he envisioned the stalwart nature of rock and the flowing element of water, mixing it together. The rich mana he produced manifested in the form of a wave of mud, unleashing from in front of Joel,…
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“Are we good?” Ethan asked, catching his breath as he looked around the room. It was an abandoned home, though it wasn’t as in poor shape as the shop he’d been in prior; the furniture was in order, except for a dark-wood table that had been toppled over. Joel scratched his head, “Err, for the minute, yes…but, there’s a reason I wasn’t inside of a building when we met.” “What’re you talking about?” He asked. “Stuff can get kind of…weird when you’re inside of someplace for…
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Ethan accepted the man’s hand before looking at him, “Tell me—what’s really going on around here? It’s completely different from outside—I mean the sky, and well…everything.” “You mean…the Foundation didn’t tell you?” Joel asked. As he shook his head in response, he answered with a simple “No.” This seemed to frustrate Joel, who was a hot-headed fellow by the looks of things. It was difficult to tell how reliable of a fighter Joel was, but from his age and demeanor, he…
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Though it lacked eyes, it was staring right at him; hollow and devoid of anything remotely ‘human’, though it continued emitting those words like a lure. “Help me…please, please…anybody.” It was perplexing to him; though he knew its words were shallow recreations of what it had heard, the fact it was repeating them was an odd behavior that he hadn’t yet experienced from a foe. Soon, its calls shifted, rising in pitch as the holes on its body expanded, “…Help…me—!!!” The air was…
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