Daniel Garcia
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"Not a bad move!" Sirius called out. It was a violent whirlwind of steel; Butcher relentlessly spun the lengthy chain around, smacking it in every direction, in hope of hitting the slippery lightning adventurer by sheer quantity of attacks. The dried-out soil of the land was repeatedly carved up by the passing chain; it smacked into the mountainous walls, though still failed to connect with the wielder of magenta lightning. Momentarily landing on a branch jutting out from the neighboring cliff of the…
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Just before the coalesced stone was tossed– "Bang." Like a railgun parting the winds with a majestic glow, a condensed lightning bolt shot out from Sirius' fingertips, piercing the air as it instantaneously connected with the gargantuan soldier of stone. The impact caused a shock wave to propel outward along with a static field that shocked anything in the vicinity, leaving behind a blinding flash for a brief moment. As a result of the singular bolt, a downpour of pebbles rained down from above as…
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Sitting on the edge of a cliff, a man dressed in a black-and-gray uniform watched the tucked-away Valley of Parmesus; a region of differing shades that was secluded to the depths of a crater between illustrious mountains. "Alright, I guess it's time to get to work," the youthful man said with a smile, rising to his feet as he stretched his arms. It had been a day since the incident with the "Dread" escaping from its seal; the barriers around the secretive valley that kept countless troublesome beasts…
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The very moment they stepped past the threshold of the secluded space, it was as the Primordial had promised: Blimpo's eyelids closed and his body immediately went limp from a sudden lack of consciousness. Before the elf could face-plant into the dirt, Emilio caught him, bringing him onto his back, now much easier that he had a functional right arm to use. Alright…I don't like talking to this guy, but…I guess I have to, he thought. Crossing the small bridge amidst the quiet garden, he approached the…
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—However, it wasn't a perfect workaround. As he tried wielding a sword with his new right arm, he found the skill he had garnered to be completely dwindled, finding it difficult to even properly swing the sword. It wasn't a matter of strength; in fact, he felt as though the artificial arm was naturally stronger than his left as it was more empowered by mana, however, it was the case of losing his muscle memory. "…Shit," he exhaled in frustration, feeling the imbalanced swings from the sword against…
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"Oh yeah? Fire away, my friend," Blimpo curiously adjusted his goggles, sitting criss-cross-applesauce on the wood-and-vine flooring. Patting the spot where his right arm used to be, he smirked, "How about we build a new arm that knocks my old one out of the water?" Blimpo was stunned for a moment before grinning ear-to-ear, sliding his goggles over his eyes as he jumped to his feet, "It's like you knew I always wanted to build a fully artificial limb! You needn't say another word, my friend! Just rely…
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It weighed on him heavily; the presence of both the Faceless One and the Progenitor, two forces that transcended mortal understanding–such entities of colossal pressure ruined his own sense of strength. "How long was I asleep?" He asked, looking over at the tiny creature. Nin sat on the railing of the high-up bed, which was made of cleanly-cut, rich wood, swinging their legs without a care in the world as their sparkling wings laid flat. They were tapping their chin in thought, periodically making…
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Either way, he felt himself out of questions he felt the need to ask; part of him was curious about many things, but another part feared the sort of answers he would find. "What happens now?" He asked. "Yes, I was getting to that," Adam told him, "For now, you may rest in the garden; find the tree bearing gray fruit and you will find the place of hospice I have arranged for you and your friend." Being told that, he was quick to nod and go over to where the unconscious elf was laying, hoisting him up…
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Calming himself as he began to understand what was gifted to him, he looked up at the Progenitor, who sat there like a colossus of stone-like skin, constantly extending his arms to perform tasks around the abyssal garden. "So…how do I escape this place?" He finally asked. A moment was taken before the Primordial responded, producing an unnerving silence as the young man could see his arms in the distance using a water can to provide sustenance to the flowers. "A question indeed; your circumstance is…
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The branches holding the glistening apples, gilded in a lavish complexion, swayed every so slightly as the primordial looked upon the young man, veiled by his ancient aura. It seemed the entirety of the garden was anchored to Adam's being, moving in tandem with his words; as such, it was silent as he was silent. Only once he began speaking again did the abyssal ponds flow and drip, "I believe before I should continue, it would be beneficial if I made something clear." "..." Emilio stayed quiet, listening…
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