Daniel Garcia
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Part of him was tempted to create light using a spell, though fortunately, he did have some common sense and realized how disrespectful such an act would be when meeting a figure of high importance in their own territory. What was intriguing to him at first was something he hadn't considered–the "Oracle" spoken about by Bastian also seemed to be the ruler of Atlan itself. The man wearing the tattered, beige cloak stepped forward, closer to the throne that was veiled by the dim lighting of the regal…
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"In the way of the water, ever flowing in the direction of a peaceful world, standing against the darkness–open," Bastian spoke the mystical words that seemed attached to the door. As the words left the lips of the nomadic man, a "click' resounded before the twin, scale-etched doors parted for the two, opening up to reveal what lay beyond. The way the doors opened, with an old, drawn-out groan, it definitely seemed as though they weren't used often. "--" Standing at the threshold, he looked into what…
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As his eyes suddenly shot open, it was already morning time, being suddenly yanked from the dreams he had, though as he sat up, he already felt within his heart that the decision he had to make was decided. 'A life I can be satisfied with…For somebody as greedily ambitious as myself, as relentlessly curious…I think I know what path that is,' he thought. Gathering around the campfire amidst the morning fog, with the dew of dawn running slick on the grass, breakfast was made in the form of berries and…
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"I haven't really…done anything," he rubbed the back of his head. Though saying that felt like a white lie as when he thought about it, the life he led thus far was packed full of eventful encounters, and ones that would assuredly be placed into history books, should they be written. "You need to make a choice, though, Emilio," Bastian looked at him. "--" Emilio went silent. "Will you stick with us and hunt down the Children of Chaos–the ones responsible for the situation you're in now, or will you…
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As soon as he had equipped himself in the heavenly armor, the wicked figure launched across the carved soil, darting around him with vicious speed–repeatedly encircling him with swiftness that left afterimages of blood in her wake. "Murder!" The scream of the woman boomed as she swept through the path, unleashing deathly slashes that carved through the dirt. "Kill! Each yell was followed by quick bursts of slashes infused with the figure's bloody aura, eradicating anything in her way as she swept…
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"I'm in a hurry, so I'd suggest staying out of my way. I'm not the kind of guy that likes being late," Bastian warned. Katliah tilted her head with her scarlet eyes trained on the man, pointing her finger at her head, "Haaah?! Didja hear a word I said?! Forget all that other crap—I want a piece of ya, Seraphheart!" Issuing her challenge, the woman manifested bright-red chains that wrapped around her arms, attached to dual, curved swords she wielded on each hand. "You're here for Excelsior Mytheart…
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"...Emilio-boy…" Excelsior said faintly, wincing as she held her arm, falling to a knee. He looked back, standing in front of the fallen woman as he could feel his own knees buckling beneath the simple concept of standing. The soles of his feet were tender and aching, his joints ached and his flesh throbbed after repeated beatings, though he kept himself up, if only by threads of will. "Find a way out…We can't win this fight. Darkness is just toying with us at this point. It'll break the seal either…
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Both himself and Excelsior dashed into the monstrous abyss around them, taking on the varying creatures of Darkness with courage fueled by continued proximity to death itself. As Emilio leapt up, he engulfed the length of his blade in bright, burning flames, providing light for himself as he slashed through the neck of a purple-skinned, wrinkled slug monster with ease. An abundance of sludgy blood sprayed from the decapitated creature, spilling like a grotesque rainfall as Emilio landed back…
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'...Go!' He thought. Vrrrrrrrrrrrr Beyond the flash of the volatile release, there was no explosive reaction; as he looked forward, he instead found the sphere to be caught within a boundless darkness–the very essence of the being he fought. It seemed as though the entity could not be touched; an intangible void that siphoned the erupting heat before his eyes. 'It's…absorbing the explosion? That much power?' He thought. A darkness too transcendent, too deep, and too dense to be sucked in by the…
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The dozen or so that had initially risen from the sea of blood now numbered close to a hundred, surrounding him completely. There wasn't much time to think of what the workaround to the "hydra"-like multiplication of the skeletons was, if there even was a weakness to it to begin with. Trying to bide time as he thought, the miasmic skeletons drew close—reaching towards him with smoke that rose from their deathly bones like a plague. "Back!" With a stomp of his feet, the swamp of blood rippled and a…
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