Jennifer Moore
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BZZZT! Skullius felt a wave of terror and pain as the knife sliced through Eldris’ neck and chopped off his head! Blood sprayed in his vision, but in the next moment, a notification gave him a ‘clear’ explanation on what had happened. A electric feeling rushed through Skullius with a great intensity as at the same time, he found himself being pulled away from the dropping body of the Heroic Warrior and heading towards flying body that had almost reached the doors! It didn’t take more that a…
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A single skill was making the current situation possible, coupled with a few additional kinks that the owner of the Labyrinth of the Yoke had set in place for one who would be wise enough to take chances and give the least bit of effort to trying to understand the essence of the power of an Insurgent Magnus. ~~~ A proficient user of ‘Evil Darkness’ can literally invade the personal space of weaker beings, imposing a portion of their soul onto the body of target. Memories, experience and skills can…
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Powerful men and women were gathered in this hall, having different classes of power. The variety was vast as each had a story to tell. One of them was the woman who wore a blank expression as her mana boiled like hot water as it rose from her body and manifested a large creature that released a voracious wave of energy! GRAAAAARRR! This summoned creature possessed rather thick tufts of white fur with dark blue stripes over it. It stood at almost 5 meters, its powerful body with swol muscles protruding…
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“Kek…” Skullius murmured as he saw this particularly unexpected situation. At this point, even he could tell that he was probably being led on. Getting powered up through the souls, the enhancement to the two elements, getting and now this. The idea he had gotten was that the darkness and light halos that showed from everyone was a way to show him that these guys were at the mercy of and ! They were like a substitute of the yokes. Though he had thought about it before, it was becoming more…
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“Uh?” Skullius uttered in confusion before he looked at his own hands. “Oh…” Foggy grey bones appeared in his vision, a sensation he hadn’t felt in hours beginning to overtake him. The powerful yet tranquil feeling of Null Life was slowing leak into his body! Only his right arm was fully bonified as his left was still mostly fleshful. His face however, had two hollow sockets with a dark blue flame that burned incessantly! The rest of his body was still experiencing deconstruction, blobs of…
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‘Hold up, bro! This isn’t fair at all!’ Skullius panicked as the flood of bad news reflected on the screen of the guidance field. was being deconstructed? His armour was too? What did that mean? The answer didn’t take long to reach Skullius as in the next moment, he saw and felt changes that genuinely made him feel mortified! The ArchLight Generation Keeper started to disintegrate! The breastplate began fragmenting, changing into small particles of hot iron that were laced with…
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POW! Skullius flew across the room after receiving the punch of his discount life! He didnt even see how he had flown out and blasted into the solid wall! Only a rippling feeling as he dug into the wall confirmed that he had just gotten the shit beaten out of him! On top of him being unable to resist the tremendous forces of power that tangled within this room, he was getting knocked around like a fool. The burly man who had been so kind to him at first was now donning a fierce expression as he…
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“A class?” Benzard felt the powerful hold that had been restraining him be lifted off as his ability to answer per his own accord had been restored. “Exactly!” Sause exclaimed intently with a grin that depicted his greed. “For a patriot of strength like yourself, attaining power beyond that of those that you know should be sufficient right? I can grant you that, aha ha. What do you say?” Benzard didn’t know if what this giant said was to be believed. Power. Strength. He did yearn for…
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The Labyrinth of the Yoke. This was an ancient structure built by Fulgardt many years prior to his death. It held countless treasures that he had found in his lifetime. It also held his prime legacy, the power that he cultivated on his own. The power of the Insurgent Magnus. The power to wield both purity through and evil through . This was as much as most who challenged this dreadful place knew. All this was to them a place where they could party up and obtain riches and power while exercising some…
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“Huh?” Skullius raised a brow to show his surprise. Had he heard that right? These guys would give him the legacy of Fulgardt? How? Were they lying to him? “What do you mean? How would you have the legacy of Fulgardt when you were locked here the whole time?” Skullius asked. “Please trust us. As long as you release us, we’ll give it to you. We won’t say anything else until you agree,” the burly man said determinedly. Time had wiped away these beings’ ago as they were now left…
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