Jennifer Moore
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Elita’s figure shone with brilliance, becoming a beacon for both those that had turned and those that hadn’t. To those that had turned, she was someone who had to be killed as she did not receive the truth and joined their numbers, and to those that hadn’t turned, the Knights still struggling for their lives, she was hope. To realise that a Paladin Champion was in their midst brought them relief. Paladin Champions were meant to be just that. The last resort of the Purity. The Peak fighting forces…
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Undeath had many variations. Practitioners had once remained hinged towards the crude way of using Undeath, remaining far from its true essence. From its absolute truth. Summoning weak skeletons to fight. Having an army of thousands that didn’t have much in the way of quality, the defense being that they did not tire. It was pathetic! So what? These were all backward ways of using necromancy. However, a certain group had risen, remaining in the shadows as they honed their craft. The Green…
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“Purity Knights! Assemble!” Gin called, the dozens of Knights under his command rushing around him after he had pushed away Beron. The Capital Knight captain would have felt a strong sense of embarrassment and rage if he hadn’t been in such a pinch but right now, a part of him amidst the overwhelming shame felt… glad that the responsibility had been taken away from his hands. “Pillar 1, support the shields, Pillar 2, circle around and support the West, Pillar 3, support the East!” Gin…
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Capital Knights Headquarters. A man in a thick, silver armour sat behind a desk as he settled his heart. As a Knight he had been taught discipline and justice which brought on self restraint. Or at least it was supposed to. Unfortunately, that was not true for him and all the men under him. His name was Beron and he was the Capital Knights captain but sadly, he didn’t feel like one. How could he feel proud of himself when he was only a blue core Knight? There was nothing that stood out about him…
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As stated before, Eofel was a small city without many advanced structures that most of the main cities enjoyed such as Guilds, Magic Academies and other institutions of note that bettered the welfare of the people and bolstered their strength. There was a great diversity that came with all of this but frankly, the whole setup of the whole country was incredibly poor. With the added disadvantage of where Eofel was positioned, away from most major settlements and checkpoints, the city lord barely found any…
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Four Deities created the world. That much was no secret at this point. But what was the world they created? It was a vast world of water and rock that consisted of four continents and two oceans. The largest continent was Edagon, the land of the giants in the North. It was vast and so were the creatures that lived upon it. It was believed that the giants were the legacy of the previous dwellers of Edagon, the dragons. These creatures were said to have been made by Quintess who loved to spawn unique…
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Skullius sighed as he saw the figure of Elita standing behind the bars of the cell and between the two Knights. He couldn’t help but wonder what would go wrong now. He had attempted to use his newfound ability to give the Knights the illusion that another enemy was at play here but unfortunately, he had been cut off before he could say much. Apparently, using the new power within the Fruit of World Myths, was extremely taxing on his ‘stamina’. His body had immediately felt heavy after he returned…
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Gin’s first thought was that their meddling with the ring that was on Skullius had called upon the unholy image before him as he made up his mind to kill Skullius if the current circumstance was somehow averted. This monstrosity before him should not be allowed in this world! It looked like a wriggling mass of black flesh but ultimately it was simply the squirming darkness that formed the rough and unsettling image of a large face! The monstrosity in question took a few seconds to understand what was…
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There were a lot of things about Fulgardt that many didn’t know. The Labyrinth of the Yoke was still a massively unexplored place as most only had access to its primary function. Now that the legacy had been retrieved, it would be easier to access everything else. At least for the one who held the legacy. Skullius saw the colour in the world disappear as his senses shrieked while expanding immensely! His vision took in the scene of everything pulsing with either black, white or grey in vastly…
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BAM! Skullius flew and knocked against the hard walls of a small cell before sliding down slowly. ‘Jeez these guys really hate me! If only I’d known that wearing this robe and using that scroll would get me in trouble I… probably would have still used it I guess,’ Skullius thought dispiritedly as he realised that it was still the option that he would have gone for still. How else would he get here? He looked before him where three Purity Knights were glaring at him with their mana surging as if…
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