Daniel Garcia
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Nothing was restrained anymore in that moment; the unseen chains holding the Dread's power crumbled away as a darkness so heavy unleashed from it, cracking the wind as the skin on the torn vessel began peeling away. The Dread stood there, unrecognizable as 'human', even in the body it inhabited as all of its skin peeled away to reveal the tainted muscle beneath, blackened like rotten meat. "I invite you to kill me, Dragonheart. I welcome such violence. Fill the world with that rage and so long as you…
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"Die." Without any mercy lining that single word, the Dread brought his foot down, crushing the skull of the Devilheart as he squashed the final embers of Asher's resolve. Though unspoken, those words last thought by the Devilheart reached the soul of the unconscious Dragonheart at that exact moment, dragging Emilio from his slumberous state as his eyes shot open, left bloodshot. Melisande didn't notice his awakening, having her eyes drawn to the horrific sight of the Devilheart's undoing as tears…
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"Asher…?!" Melisande called out, feeling a frightening shift in mana signature give off from the man. "...Melisande!" Asher yelled out. "Huh? What is it…?" Melisande responded from a distance, staying by the unconscious Dragonheart's side still. Standing amidst the geyser of demonic energy, rippling and fuming with a burning power, Asher groaned in pain as the skewers within his armor continued penetrating his body. "When Emilio wakes up, I need you to tell him something for me…when this is all…
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The Dread raised a single hand, looking down at the girl with impunity, not budging in the least even as desperate spells of wind were flung against his body. I can't do anything…Even after how hard I've tried, am I still too weak to even make the enemy acknowledge me?! Melisande thought. To the surprise of the young girl as she flinched from the Dread's hand being cocked back, she opened her eyes again to see the figure paused in front of her. He stopped…? Melisande questioned. Suddenly, the…
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"Nnngh…!" Asher struggled. As the Dread continued to contest him, seething and drooling blood as all form of calm was swept away from the arrogant entity, it was taken by surprise from an unexpected third party– SQUELCH A pair of eviscerations swept across the unguarded back of the Dread, coming the dual-dagger wielding demi-human who didn't stick around any longer than she had to, avoiding a retaliatory glare from the Dread. Even with just a stare, the being of utter violence managed to summon a…
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Between the man's trembling fingertips, the emerald rune rapidly cracked over before shattering into particles, leaving him utterly defenseless as only bits and pieces of his trusty armor still hang loosely to his exhausted body. "Everett…!" Melisande yelled out. "Get out of the way, you'll…!" Yuna called. –Yet, the shielder did not move a single step. It was a promise made not just to those behind him, but to himself: the stake of his life and integrity as a defender, a pact he set on his own…
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It was only by a single thread that Scarlet remained on his feet, conscious at that, holding his trembling hand forward as agony soared through his body. Sweat dripped down his chin and blood leaked from his wounds, at his wits end as the tenacious entity of violence continued to tear into his side. Just as Scarlet felt his resolve nearing its end, having to sustain himself second-by-second– SQUELCH The outstretched, contorted limb of the Dread was cut off in a clean slash from an unexpected…
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Amidst the chaotic clash, the nefarious smoke dispersed as Briggs revealed himself to be still standing, though his muscle-clad body was covered in small wounds as he huffed. "Impressive," The Dread complimented him. "Save it," Briggs responded. Just as the Dread raised his hand to go for another attack, having a clear shot on Briggs, who was clearly left exhausted after enduring the enormous swarm of darkness, 'something' made the Dread pause as he looked to the side sharply. –However, what set the…
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The first to make his move as Scarlet, utilizing such speed that the scenery before his view seemed to contort, seeing everything around him as a blur as he pushed his physical capabilities high enough to match the seemingly unapproachable swiftness of the Dread. Blood heated, flowing faster as Scarlet kept pace with the shadow-skinned being as the white of his eyes reddened in that moment in which he drove past the limits of his body. The Dread clearly did not expect anybody to come close to its own…
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"The name's Scarlet–I'm from the Nihilum Core," the figure finally introduced himself, "We've come to clean up this mess. That tends to be our job, anyway–though it seems like this takes the cake for a 'mess'." The mention of the term 'Nihilum Core' stood out to Melisande, who overheard an explanation of it beforehand, though it took a moment for her rattled mind to recall where as she stood there. The Nihilum Core…that's what Faust was a part of! Roan mentioned it to Emilio…It's the highest…
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