Daniel Garcia
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Despite the woman's otherworldly appearance and demeanor, it seemed at the very least she was more "human" than a being like the Progenitor; though that was hardly a comparison that meant much. "Oh, I see, then…Well, any tips?" He asked. "'Tips'?...Ah, yes. Do not recklessly open any of the Soul's Marks; it is important that you must know that the aspects of souls bound to these books are often quite violent and unstable. It takes many years for them to stabilize on their own," Hecate warned. "Wait,…
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There wasn't much of note on the ground floor of the mysterious tower, only washed-out paintings and hieroglyphics present on the wall, which led him to approach the curving stairs that led up to the next floor. "You sure about this, 'Milio?" Blimpo asked, hesitantly following him up the stairs. It was definitely a sign of something being creepy beyond just superficial means if the elven tinkerer himself presented doubts that bypassed his incredible curiosity, so signs of worry weren't merely rejected by…
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Mouths formed along the moss and stone, attempting to gobble him up with each step he took, but he moved too swiftly for such an outcome. "Let me out! Let me out! Let me out—!" As he leapt up, meeting the wriggling horror face-to-face, he prepared a lofty sum of azure flames, concocted of desperation and madness in that moment. Conjured from the blazing heat were the jaws of a colossal dragon; no facial features, only teeth that tore and squeezed, large enough even to wrap around the massive…
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This isn't like the first roar…What the hell is this?! He questioned. Before he realized it, the contorted howl echoed in his mind, igniting a feverish sensation throughout his body as the scenery around him crumbled. Though he tried to rationalize that it was a hallucination, the madness of it all left him stagnant. Skies of swirling emerald, trees that curved and expanded, growing continuously into various shapes, and a constantly expanding-and-contracting ground; It was the Jabberwocky's personal…
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"Salamander!" He immediately called to the lesser spirit of fire, commanding it with his will to fly up and begin emitting a light that filled the entirety of the dank abode of whatever approached. The sudden burst of light revealed it to him–a sight both confusing and terrifying. It was but a few feet away from him, its large, abhorrent face far too close to his own. The creature possessed dark-green, scaly skin with an incredibly long neck that allowed it to lower its head enough to meet the crouched…
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The well-dressed, scarlet-haired spirit clasped his hands together for a moment as a swirl of light-purple energy gathered around him. It was the first time Emilio witnessed what the spirit soulbound to him was capable of, leaving him enamored in what he was doing. "Come, Owls of The Twilight!" Gavill invoked. All at once, the radiant energy, akin to mana but distinctly different, formed into physical constructions; there were six owls with black-and-scarlet feathers, all summoned and perched on Gavill's…
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As the malevolent shark that dwarfed any whale closed in with its mouth parted, planning on swallowing the two like plankton, he leapt up before cocking his fist back. "---!" WHAM A was slammed right against the colossal nose of the scarred shark, unleashing a shock wave that stopped it dead in its tracks. "Damn! You actually stopped it! Ha-ha!" The elven man laughed. Not wanting to simply wait around and watch, Blimpo ran around it, using the separated parts in his belt to quickly build a rune…
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"Sure this thing isn't gonna…you know?" He asked worriedly. Blimpo waved his hand, "It'll be fine! You have to trust the machine or she won't trust you back." "That sounds unbelievably sketchy," he muttered in response. Either way, it was too late to have his doubts as the elevator was already descended far enough that looking up only allowed him to see darkness above, just as there was below. There was no doubting the far reaches of the chasm as the elevator ride lasted multiple minutes, leading to…
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"...Phew," Blimpo caught up, wiping the sweat from his forehead before looking up, "Ah, a settlement." "A settlement? For people?" He asked for clarification. "Yup! It's honestly rare for a lot of people to meet up in the After–despite it holding, well, everything that's ever died, the After is just way too freakin' huge. I heard you can sometimes go decades marching in one direction without finding another soul," Blimpo informed him. "Thanks for the trivia," he sarcastically said, though thankful for…
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It had already been two days since the fatal battle against the Dread; the Guild Foundation scrambled to make sense of what happened and to deal with the aftermath of Parmesus' destruction. A special room had been isolated solely for the rookie that had brought an end to the Dread. A secluded chamber where the most proficient healers contracted to the Guild Foundation inscribed magical seals, wrapping the body of Emilio Dragonheart in unique bandages that covered him from head-to-toe. "Was it necessary…
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