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It didn’t take long, only about ten minutes or so, until the Angel returned to the Arena. He walked up to the champion of this arena and leaned forward, as if to try and whisper something into her ear, although Eisen couldn’t hear even a hint of something like a voice. Maybe it was something that only Heroic Souls could hear, or only the specific person that was being spoken to. Either way, the champion turned her head toward the old man in front of her with a surprised expression, "You really did…-
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Eisen slowly woke up again as he pushed himself off the ground. His arms were fully regrown now and were in the same state they were in before they were ripped off, but the old man still tried his best to stretch a little bit to get rid of the somewhat stiff feeling that he had in them. "Ah, awake!" Gran exclaimed with a bright, broad smile as he looked at Eisen, and the old man just nodded his head, "Seems like it, doesn’t it?" "Come, watch!" The warrior replied bluntly, pointing toward the arena…
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Benjamin looked straight at Andrew with a confused expression on his face as he approached the young man standing in the entrance to the livingroom. "What..." He muttered quietly, confused about what exactly was going on, "You... you’re..." "Growing fuckin’ horns. Yes, I fucking know I am. Woke up with a blasting headache just to find out I have horns, patches of my skin are turnin’ goddamn gray, and I’m even getting some nice tusks growin’ on my lower jaw. Nearly ripped my beautiful…
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Salty steam filled the air as the ocean water poured onto the hot magma. Eisen could see that even the Cecaelia’s body was slowly turning solid as it cooled down extremely quickly. And as its body cooled down, cracks violently formed all over it. With a voice that seemed to be a mixture of a regular man’s voice and a beast’s fear-filled cry, the transcended monster screamed after Eisen. "You will regret this! You will regret this, you hear?!" The old man, the current Eisen, slowly turned toward…
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The young Eisen looked at the transcended Cecaelia in front of him as it towered above him from out of the magma, the hot, molten rocks twirling around underneath it as if they were water. And then, he simply laughed, "Yeah, sorry about that, but I don't think so. I just need to get back there and check something, and then I'll leave. Nobody gets hurt, and you can continue... whatever the hell you were doing down here." While pointing at the obviously quite special tree behind the Cecaelia, Eisen spoke.…
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Eisen turned his head and looked at himself before averting his gaze. "Fine. Then have it your way. Do you remember the children? My... our children?" The old man asked, and his former version of himself slowly looked forward as he continued to walk, "I do. Not as much as I would like to right now, since I myself am still just a fragmented version of what we once were, but I do remember them a bit. I don’t think we have enough time here for me to tell you about all of them in detail, but I can calm…
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Eisen turned over toward Gran with a surprised expression on his face, "You want to reincarnate?" The old man inquired, "Can you even do that, although you were basically ’employed’ by Gonor?" Gran slightly shrugged as he leaned back, placing his hands behind his own head, "Gran want fight more. Want fight stronger. Gran only fight weaks for longs." The warrior explained, and Eisen sligthly raised his brows as he looked at the man in front of him. "I mean, are you sure that you want to do that?…
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With a broad grin on his face, Gran looked back at Eisen, who had just announced to the warrior in front of him that he would end up losing now that he lost his weapon. But in return, Gran himself just stared at the old man and shook his head, "Gran no lose! Gran no need weapon!" He exclaimed with a loud laugh as Buldor started to sprint forward toward Eisen again. Gran jumped up on the ground-dragon’s back, as if he was surfing on the beast instead of truly riding it. The warrior hooked one of his…
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Eisen deeply stared at the man that was approaching him at great speeds. The way that Buldor was moving was incredibly dissimilar to how the old man expected him to. Normally, the way he was walking, it seemed like he would move like a horse would, but that was very much false. And while Eisen had already seen Buldor run before, at that time, he still ran like a horse did. But now, it was different. Instead, it was like Buldor was prowling forward like an oversized, draconic wildcat. He was jumping…
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Eisen slowly strapped the special leather-strips to Buldor’s body in the places that he thought woud be best, framing the ground-dragon’s feathers. The old man was proud of this, he thought it looked quite beautiful, and it would have a lot of defensive prowess. It was what one would hope from an armor-set. The old man turned toward Gran, "Now, what do you think?" He asked curiously. Gran took a step closer toward his mount and knocked on the leather-strips that Eisen attached to its body, "Hard!…
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