Daniel Garcia
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Julius couldn't help but smile somewhat as he embraced his son, "You may be bigger than me now, but you're still my boy. Don't try to bear these burdens alone. I'm here for you. We all are." "That's right," Celly added. Everett gave a thumbs-up, "'Course! I've always got your back, Emilio!" "We're family," Irene assured him. "You guys…" Emilio said. As he could feel the warmth of tears in his eyes, he was surprised as he felt another embrace from behind as another joined in the hug, making it a…
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As the man bolted straight towards him, the azure coalescence was finished as Emilio held it forward, releasing it as it unleashed a colossal beam of condensed, draconic flames straight towards the Stormheart. The massive beam of heat carved across the valley, parting the grass and mud and invoking a cloud of steam from the collision of rain droplets and supreme fire. Emilio released the attack, looking forward as an entire chunk of the summit field had been carved away, surrounded by a tunnel of steam…
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Though Sirius didn't look like much–not frail, but not overly muscular, pale, and youthful, perhaps just a couple years older than Emilio himself with shaggy, black hair, the aura of mana around him was staggering. "If that's true, then I'm wondering how you even found me. See, the thing is, this was a classified quest–only for a top dog like yours truly, so…" Sirius said, "What the hell is your game?" To the mana-sensitive Dragonheart, what he felt was a storm of lightning brewing around Sirius,…
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Bastian gestured for him to follow, "After I transport you, I'll be meeting up with Excelsior. If everything goes smoothly, you should find the people you were looking for waiting for you here when you return." This news brought a smile across Emilio's lips as he felt a warmth flood through his body at the potentiality of seeing his friends and family again. Arriving outside, he watched as the legendary reincarnator began weaving a golden circle into the air, keeping it a safe distance from the front of…
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If it was truly something dangerous, he wanted to know about it, especially with Excelsior potentially returning with people previous to him. 'I need to find out more about this "Foul Brine"—I'm not going to drag my friends and family here just for them to turn into that thing back there. I have nothing else to do right now anyway,' he thought. An alternate path was taken through the Cerulean Keep as he followed the hammer-headed butler up a spiraling set of stairs, passing by a translucent pillar…
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Finishing up his morning meal, or whatever time it was, as difficult as it was to tell so far beneath the surface of the sea, he began to explore the temple. He didn't know where Bastian was staying, though he presumed it was in the same sector he was staying as a guest. "--" Without much sense of direction guiding him, he found his way to the courtyard of the Cerulean Keep, which stood outside of it, near the entrance he originally arrived at; there he could see the scenery of the deep-blue ocean around…
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The title of the figure he saw a glimpse of stuck out to him as he looked straight at the bearded nomad, getting interested now. "Strongest adventurer? Why did I see him in my vision?" "There's only one reason: he's a reincarnator like us," Bastian told him, "I'd venture to guess since the Oracle showed you that, you're meant to go find him soon. If not, I imagine the Children of Chaos are going to try their hand at him." "I see…" "Well, it can wait until you've had some rest," Bastian said, "You…
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As he opened the book, he found that it was more of a journal, rather than an actual book; the ink that was used to inscribe words onto the pages was messy and hard to read, though he managed. Finally, it seemed he had found something of substance that began to inform him of what happened to Atlan, but even then, many pages of the journal seemed to be bleached. 'It sounds awful. This creature it mentions–"Slumbering One", "Old One"--didn't Bastian mention something about Primordials being responsible…
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It was almost entirely sealed in abundant barnacles and clams, clung deeply and rooted with crystalized salt that had a strong, overpowering scent to it. "What's behind this door?" Emilio quietly asked. "A place that those remaining in Atlan want to forget completely–the 'Library of The Deep'--it's off-limits, technically," Bastian told him. "So, we're trespassing?" He asked. "Technically," Bastian repeated. Attempting to use the doorknob, the blonde-and-black haired man found it not budging a…
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It felt akin to a dreamscape, where his body didn't respond to his commands properly and everything felt just slightly off, though what felt more real than anything was the thunder that suddenly made itself known. The harsh winds encircled the mountain's peak, howling with a turbulence that gripped onto the edges of the colossal valley. It was a breathtaking scene, but one equally horrifying as he knew it laid in his future; a massive spiral of somber clouds surrounded the basin valley, flashing with…
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