Daniel Garcia
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The air crackled; the electricity charged the wind, making it shocking to the touch, able to electrify the lungs of any that stood too close to the Dragonheart as the volatile element coiled around his body. What released in an instant, manifesting with the speed and ferocity of lightning descending from the skies, was a burst of the volatile, electric element that erupted with the shape of a whisker-bearing dragon. Its roars were that of thunder; the invocation of grand storms as it shot through the…
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Bringing in a calming breath through his lips, as he exhaled, he expelled that calmness away, instead embracing the rage that had settled into him. He stoked that flame of anger, not suppressing it and locking those emotions away, but instead allowing them to run wild. In his mind, that dreadful night played over-and-over: the attack of the mysterious figures, the destruction of his hometown, and the loss of his mother. That look of shock on her face, the dismay he felt, and the final words she gave…
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"Tch," Excelsior clicked her tongue, "...Looks like the worst case scenario came true: the rumors are true, it seems. Darkness is immortal within the shadows." "Immortal? How the hell is that fair?" He asked, readying himself. "Nothing is. We just have to struggle until we win–somehow or another," Excelsior tiredly said. "Don't need to tell me that," he responded. In the face of the primordial aspect, surrounded by humming darkness and only having the assurance of one another, it was a daunting…
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'It hasn't attacked yet. Why? Is it fighting Excelsior right now? I can't hear any fighting. Is it this darkness? Does it kill any sound from traveling far? All senses?' He questioned. Though as he questioned the nature of the situation, he came to realize what was beside him, not knowing for how long it had been there, but "something" stood in the shadows. Just as his eyes turned to the right in reflex of what had moved by him– "Ngh!" Removed from his shoulder without any perceived attack, his…
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"Ethan Bellrose–that's my old name," Emilio told her. "Ethan? Let me guess–you were originally from the United States?" Excelsior touched her chin. He nodded, "Yup. If you don't mind me asking, why'd you come here? It's a big leap to leave behind your old life." Excelsior smiled, scratching her head, "Well…let's just say I wasn't exactly in the best spot financially. I was swarmed with debt, and I had made a lot of pretty bad enemies in the process. If I'm being honest, my "old body" has probably…
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There was no doubt about it: when it came to raw power, it felt as though it was impossible to surmount the gap with just magical reinforcement against a system's stages. Still, through the usage of a veil of wind around himself and optimizing his reinforcement, he could at least perceive and react to Excelsior's attacks. "Arondight!" Excelsior invoked an unknown technique. Dashing across the shallow water with speed not unlike a bolt of lightning, Excelsior manifested a large, gold-and-platinum…
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"Teaching me–?" Emilio raised an eyebrow. "Ash-boy probably felt you could take his place in the fight against the Children of Chaos. That's why…he chose the path he followed. I'll see for myself. I prefer to get hands on. I'll evaluate what your current level is right now," Excelsior said, having a distinct sadness to her rough voice whenever speaking of Asher. Before there could be any sort of agreement between them or a warning, he could sense a shift in the air pressure as the water around…
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A fog made the boundaries of this enigmatic domain unknown, surrounding the shallow sea as he walked in awe and caution. Occupying the mystical lair were more statues that were deprived of faces, some missing limbs and some propped up by nothing but the air itself. It seemed disconnected from the area he had come from; remote from the darkness, unfitting of something that existed underground, yet eerie all the same–perhaps more so. 'What is this place…?' He questioned. Nothing about it made sense;…
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More and more, he felt as though he was walking along a path set for him–the thought of which filled him with an anxiety similar to the gaze of Primordials. As he looked up towards the hole in the ivory ceiling, he placed it together. 'Those two who attacked me before…They said they were a part of the Children of Chaos. More than that, I wasn't sent here for no reason, was I?...There is nothing random about it. Was I supposed to find this? Is there something in Ennage they are hoping I encounter?' He…
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Just as he landed back down, he was immediately being locked onto by the beams of crimson liquid that curved to follow him, forcing him to maneuver with such finesse that would put an acrobatic to shame. 'It's unrelenting–I need to get close, now!' He realized. Forsaking any semblance of restraint in that moment, he saw an opportunity to counter as he slipped past the scalding liquid for just a second, stomping down as he pointed his fist in the direction of the Devil Spriggan. Unleashed forward were…
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