David Robinson
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By the end of Artemis' story, both Phoenix and Leviathan held their heads, with their memories of their elder brother coming back to them. Phoenix, with fiery red feathers and a fierce gaze, spoke first, her voice resonating with newfound understanding. "Leviathan... It's all coming back to me. Our elder brother... His name was-" Leviathan and Phoenix both looked at each other with their eyes showing terror. "Jormungand!" The revelation struck Phoenix and Leviathan like a bolt of lightning. Their…-
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The air crackled with an electric tension as Edona, her body weakened and frail, lay down before Artemis under the shimmering sky. Her emerald eyes, filled with determination, met the sombre gazes of the ancient texts surrounding her that appeared out of nowhere. A forbidden spell, that shouldn't be used inside the second dimension, echoed in her mind as her trembling hand traced the intricate runes etched onto the Artemis' hand surface. "Life... intertwined," Edona murmured her voice barely a…
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Artemis held her mother Edona in her arms. The mana woods echoed with the soft rustling of leaves, bearing witness to the painful scene unfolding beneath the ancient trees and most of them started wilting like dead plants because Edona's magic power kept depleting each second. Edona's breath came in shallow gasps, her body weakened by the wound inflicted by the arrow of Fenrir, the arrow created by Artemis with an apocalypse creature of great power. Artemis clutched her mother tightly, her heart…
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The sky crackled with otherworldly energy as the mighty Fenrir and the colossal Jormungand clashed in a cataclysmic battle. The land upon which they fought had been transformed into a desolate wasteland, resembling a scorched, smouldering volcano. The clash of their immense powers shook the very foundations of the human lands, leaving destruction in their wake. None of the two knew the effect of their battle and what kind of a disaster it caused for the natives of this land, and they didn't even have…
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The great serpentine dragon, Jormungand, gazed upon his brother, Fenrir, who stood before him, his body covered in bruises and cuts. The battlefield was a desolate wasteland, the air thick with the stench of blood and the echoes of battle cries. Unlike when they were fighting in heaven, it was totally different when they were fighting in the first dimension, as their mana and blood and every single bit of waste that excreted from their bodies affected nature and sometimes, it gave birth to different…
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The night was ablaze with the full moon, casting its radiant glow upon the land. A gentle breeze whispered through the trees, carrying an aura of mystery and anticipation. Fenrir, the mighty wolf of the apocalypse, stood at the edge of his realm, his piercing eyes fixed upon the dark glowing blue sky. He knew what was about to unfold, for the celestial spectacle heralded the arrival of an otherworldly presence. Fenrir's fur bristled with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. As he gazed into the…
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"One hour remaining!" Fenrir exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he surveyed the surroundings of the magnificent dome. His gaze shifted to Edona, who sat in the corner, her once radiant face now pale and devoid of its usual kindness. The air was tense, charged with emotions as he approached her cautiously. "Fenrir," Edona's voice trembled with a mix of anger and sorrow. "How could you? After all, we've been through, how could you go against my wishes? How could you do this to your own…
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Edona stood before Fenrir, her brows furrowed in confusion. The Fenrir's figure had just mentioned something about making a vessel, and the words hung in the air, like a riddle waiting to be solved. "I'm sorry, Fenrir," Edona said, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "I don't understand what you mean by making a vessel. Could you please explain? How are we going to do that?" Fenrir's eyes gleamed with a mixture of sadness and hesitation. He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial…
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"You! You are one hell of an annoying woman," Fenrir's words hung in the air, weighted with annoyance and frustration. His piercing gaze locked onto Edona, a woman who seemed to have an unyielding grip around his neck. The tension between them crackled like lightning, charging the atmosphere with anticipation. Edona's eyes blazed with determination, undeterred by Fenrir's harsh words. Her voice quivered with a mix of defiance and vulnerability as she spoke, her grip on him unrelenting. "I may be…
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The day was drawing to a close, casting long shadows across the land as the sun began its descent below the horizon. The air carried a peculiar stillness as if nature itself held its breath because of this blood bath that is happening below its warm cover, anticipating the imminent arrival of an otherworldly event. Only a few hours remained until midnight when the veil between realms would grow thin, and the ethereal glow of the full moon would bathe the world in its mystic light. It will be the…
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