John Jones
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As the anticipation in the crowd reached its peak, a hushed silence fell upon the courtyard as a figure emerged from the distance. He moved with a grace and poise that captured the attention of everyone present. His face was calm, almost serene, with deep, soulful eyes that seemed to hold untold wisdom and mysteries. A hint of a smile graced his lips, giving him an air of elegance and confidence. His figure was tall and slender, yet exuding a quiet strength that commanded respect. His every step was…
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( I can't sense her at all, even when she is standing right in front of me, amazing ) thought Rayus as his eyes didn't belie his true emotion. He could reach her with his hands and touch her with her finger, however, cultivation-wise, he couldn't sense her at all like a ghost. "Hmm?" Kesya tilted her head whilst raising her brows in full turn curiosity. "I'm asking you guys a question here." "Ah," the three students snapped back into reality. "Y-Yes, Teacher Lyon wielded this javelin as he fought…
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Mavis, the young master from the Sky Clan, cast a keen gaze across the sea of faces gathered in the courtyard. As his eyes roamed, they landed on the empty seat that had been reserved for Lyon, their esteemed teacher. A furrow formed between Mavis' brows as he realized Lyon's absence from his designated place. He couldn't help but wonder about Lyon's absence. Had Lyon encountered unexpected circumstances? Was he embroiled in another battle that demanded his attention? The questions lingered in Mavis'…
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Under the bright rays of the sun, Nirvana School came alive with vibrant colors and cheerful energy. The courtyard was adorned with colorful banners and streamers fluttering in the gentle breeze. Cultivators mingled, their faces adorned with wide smiles as they eagerly participated in the festive events. The air was filled with the melodic sounds of music, as musicians played cheerful tunes on traditional instruments. Groups of cultivators formed circles, showcasing their talents in dancing, singing,…
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As weeks turned into months, a new rumor began to circulate throughout Second Heaven. Whispers spread like wildfire, carrying tales of the Citadel of Celestia and its mysterious chimes. The ancient fortress once thought to be dormant and forgotten, now seemed to come alive intermittently, as if echoing the presence of someone within its walls. The chimes of the Citadel of Celestia brought about a silver lining of hope to the hearts of the people. They believed that Lyon and Selena, the renowned warriors…
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As the days stretched into weeks, the rumors began to spread like wildfire throughout the realm. Whispers echoed through the streets and the halls of the citadel, carrying the news that Lyon and Selena, the valiant couple who had faced Drogan in a climactic battle, had met their untimely demise. The people mourned the loss of their heroes, believing that their sacrifice had brought an end to Drogan's tyrannical reign. The news became even more convincing when the only two remaining kings, Aldric and…
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Three days had passed since the fateful battle that shook the realm to its core. The land had been left scarred, the echoes of destruction still reverberating through the air. In the quiet of the night, as the moon hung high in the sky, Refl slowly stirred from his prolonged slumber. His eyes fluttered open, revealing a mix of exhaustion and confusion. The chamber was dimly lit, casting long shadows across the room. "Ugh..." Refl reached for his head after a dull pain inside his head made him grunt.…
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As the dusk dawning in, Nyi was catching his breath. His face was covered with blood as he held his chest. The sting from within caught him flinching. He dragged his body over as his gaze darted at another fellow king, Valerius laying breathless with his eyes wide open. The young genius king had managed to kill another power with the most minimalistic expense, albeit his body now begged him to rest. He lay down seated by the tree with his head gazing at the sun descending from the horizon. "Were it…
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Niamh materialized in a burst of red light, his body intact but his face contorted with anguish and desperation. His eyes scanned the surroundings, struggling to make sense of the unfamiliar scene before him. As his gaze fell upon Lyon and Selena, a mixture of relief and disbelief washed over him. "Oh, thank the heavens! Captain, you've summoned me back," Niamh exclaimed, his voice trembling with a mixture of gratitude and confusion. His eyes darted to Drogan's remaining half of the body, realization…
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Lyon stood firm, his gaze unwavering as he surveyed the scene. It was a declaration of his strength, his determination, and his unwavering resolve to protect those he held dear. Drogan lay sprawled on the ground, his body battered and broken. The impact of Lyon's thunderous roundhouse kick had taken its toll, leaving him in a state of disarray. His limbs ached with searing pain, each movement sending shockwaves of agony through his body. His breathing was labored, his chest rising and falling with…
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