Daniel Garcia
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More time crawled by at a snail's pace as he sat there in utter stagnation, awaiting anything to give him sensation as his stomach growled, reminding him of the very concept of his mortality. I completely forgot about food…I'm so hungry, he thought. As he questioned where and if he could find a meal, he was startled at the jarring sound of metal rattling. It was confusing at first; foreign amidst the continuous silence that persisted until that moment. Frozen for a moment in this perplexion, he jumped…
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As he raised his hand above his view, he could see the small cuts left from the rodent humanoid earlier still present on his fingers. This wasn't the usual way things had gone, at least in recent times. My Undying Blood…It's not working, he thought, Is it suppressed down here like my magic and system? Is it gone? Is this not my normal body? I still don't know anything. I need answers–and now. Finally deciding to get back up, he found himself in a peculiar room, kept barely illuminated by a single…
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It was odd crawling by miniature furniture–couches, tables, and even paintings decorated the walls of the minuscule lair, though all scaled down to be proportional to the rodent humanoid. As he pushed onward, watching the tiny creature scamper away, he felt a portion of the floor he crawled over "push in" beneath his elbow. "--Huh?" A "click" met his ears, causing him to pause momentarily before something caught the corner of his eye, coming from his right: a false portion of the crimson wall to his…
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The tiles of the stygian stone were cold, feeling chilly beneath his uncovered feet as he approached the tall, metal doors of the solemn temple. Approaching the entrance, his lungs filled with the nebulous air cascading down the structure, finding himself peering at it, unknowing of what he will find beyond the doors before him as he stared at the symbol hanging above. The stone-carving of a four-armed, four-legged man didn't help him to feel at ease, though he knew there was only one way to get past the…
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A few hours were taken traversing the skies before the ship descended once more, prompting those that had fallen asleep to wake up by the jarring "thud" that resounded from the touchdown of the flying vessel. "Wha–" Melisande snapped awake. Though her and Yuna had already awoken, snores were still leaving the bandaged bumpkin who didn't seem phased by anything. At least, a quick slap on the head from the demi-human woman woke Everett up. "--Ow!" Everett let out. "We're here," Yuna told him. "...Oh,…
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As he stepped forward, he entered the maze of tall grass, feeling the dry foliage brush against his body. The moment he took a single stride into the towering blades of grass, he felt an unsettling air clasp his skin, causing him to backpedal to leave. Though he took a few steps back, he found himself still backing through the colossal weeds, forcing him to turn around. As far as he could see, it stretched out behind him; in every direction, it seemed boundless. What is this? I took one step in, he…
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"...Nngh…" It was total darkness. For a moment, he believed his eyes were shut as all he could see as he laid on his back was nothing but blackness. Where am I?...Last I remember, I was fighting Dread…I was falling through the sky, I think, he thought. Against his back he felt the rough texture of what felt like wood, scratching his back as he wiggled his shoulders, unknown if he even had a body to move until that moment. There was a subtle noise meeting his ears, like soft ripples of water,…
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Those still within the valley witnessed the conclusion of the devastating war against a singular figure, filled with returned hope. "He did it…! Emilio won!" Melisande remarked. It was a shock to those few left on the battlefield as all eyes were drawn to the sky. The surviving member of the Nihilum Core duo stood to his feet with his mouth agape. "The brat actually beat it…What the hell," Scarlet said in disbelief. Despite the condition of his body, Everett picked himself up, even though Yuna and…
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He clenched his entire body, driving flames from every pore of his already strained body as his heart rate skyrocketed. BA-DUMP. BA-DUMP. BA-DUMP. "Set your heart ablaze, and fight on, Dragonheart." Everything was used as a catalyst for his own suicidal power; even the heart pumping inside of his chest was ignited, thumping wildly as the flames resonated with each beat, exuding shock waves of heat. The skin he wore on his body burned away, cast away by the flames as his body stood halfway between…
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"Ghhh–!" Emilio vomited up blood that left his lips already steaming from his inner temperature, though he bounced back, flexing his weakened body as he exuded the white flames from his body to repel the entity. "--!" The Dread wasted no time jumping back. After releasing the expulsion of flames, Emilio coughed out as blood dripped from his chin, breathing heavily as he could feel his internal organs aching from the blow. It felt as though a hammer had reached inside his body, bludgeoning his guts…
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