Jennifer Moore
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That’s right. It was at this moment that Skullius realised that he had fleshed up. Massively. To stop Doom Factor 2 from catching up, he had to make sure he either found an expert to help him or to defeat Somanda within a year’s worth of time. Skullius almost laughed at himself, making fun of his own previous uninformed self of how ridiculous his thought process had been. Turning Somanda into a Moronic Undead and torturing him for the same amount of time he had been an undead didn’t seem like a…
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(A/N: Beware. Plenty of dialogue exposition ahead) Serenity? Serenity. Serenity! Indeed, Skullius had heard this word before. This name that seemed to be the very representation of peacefulness and tranquility. Even though he had spent the last 24 hours in his Discount Human form, being devoid of most of his Null Life traits, he was still aware of the many notifications he had seen about Serenity doing this… something, something done by Serenity when dealing with his Null Life based powers. “I am…
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A massive eruption of mana and lightning ensued, consuming the ground, staircase and all but ultimately being unable to move or scratch the double doors! Only a dark patch could be seen after highly concentrated lightning had slammed towards Benzard’s target. The man with a tattoo on his face frowned as his apprehension told him that he….had failed. Even if the attack he used wouldn’t have permitted anything of Skullius to remain, he wasn’t convinced that he had snuffed out the Discount…
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A minute before… Bright flashes popped in and out of existence with each exchange between Sause and the skeleton of Fulgardt! Sause made sure to lead the troublesome bones away from the two that he had assigned to kill Skullius! The remains of Fulgardt were quite powerful, the sword that they wielded giving Sause a run for his money. Ever since he had awakened, he found himself to be restrained. He couldn’t exhibit much of his strength and he often found that wherever the darkness gathered, he had…
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BZZZT! BZZZT! Raging red bolts of lightning roiled around within Skullius’ cosmetic body and he felt that they would detonate his body at any moment! Just when he was so close, he was held back again! His body was lit on fire, beginning to break down while Skullius ground his teeth. Though he couldn’t feel the pain from the flesh, the sheer odds stacked against him threatened to bring his will down! ‘Not yet! NOT YET!’ Skullius growled in his mind as he then brought his thoughts together to…
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‘Are you fleshing me?’ Skullius thought as he felt the two intense bursts of energy that came from Benzard and Reon. Another conflict has risen for him and this one was especially vexing. Reon dashed over to Skullius, covering the vast distance in a flash and swiping his sword with all his might! The blade flickered and shone under the luminance of the golden white spots of light as it aimed for Skullius’ neck, the Discount Human not being able to react to this at all! MBING! Reon’s sword…
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There were three things that influenced the concept of power in this vast cluster of worlds. Divinity. Direction. Ambition. Divinity was a thick boundary that a mortal could transcend to reach a higher form of existence. An existence that is unbound by concepts of those that lived on flat worlds. Direction had many names. Fate. Destiny. The divine will. It was a trail that each individual was meant to follow. The biggest question to mortals was always ‘Who made my destiny or fate like this?’. The…
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Helplessness. Anxiety. Rage. These were the emotions that climbed onto Skullius when he saw the notifications. His progress so far had been slashed apart right when he thought he was making descent progress. Sure he had the numerous skills he had obtained, but they wouldn’t be effective if he lost all his comprehension in the two elements that formed them! “WHY?!” Skullius boomed as he subconsciously took a step back. “Why is it like this?!” He felt the elements that left his body lessen…
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Right in front of Skullius was a terrifying figure. It was eerily similar to the creature with the odachi that he had seen at the beginning when he had entered the labyrinth with Denille. A large creature with its head hung low, its upper torso uncovered while it donned some dark, old pants on lower body was what he saw. Half of the creature’s arm was a bunch of yellowish, dirty bones that looked to have accumulated a unreal amount of dust while the other was covered in dry flesh that looked to be…
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As Skullius rested, waiting for the soul damage he had sustained to recede, he saw an interesting guidance field notification flicking before his eyes. It immediately explained why the soul damage was slowly receding instead of becoming a persistent nuisance or worse. “Hmm?” Skullius hummed as he let the information he had just seen sink in. ‘That’s right! When I devoured Sila’s soul, it said something about a part of him being engraved into me! What does that mean exactly? Is it that what…
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