John Jones
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At that moment, a profound and excruciating pain surged through the bandits' bodies. It was as if their very souls were being twisted and scorched from within. Agonizing wails filled the air, a chorus of suffering that echoed throughout the surroundings. Unbeknownst to the bandits, Lyon's clap had unleashed a dark power, an infernal force that consumed their essence. Black flames erupted from their bodies, licking at their flesh and enveloping them in an eerie aura. The flames danced with an unholy…
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The onlookers stood in stunned silence, their eyes fixated on the lifeless body of King Corvin on the ground. The air crackled with a mixture of awe and fear as they witnessed Selena, her figure suspended in the air, commanding the very sky itself. Her black blade gleamed with an ominous aura, emanating an intense and relentless bloodlust that sent shivers down their spines. Whispers filled the air, hushed voices sharing disbelief and astonishment at the sight before them. They had never seen such raw…
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Selena tightly gripped her blade, its gleaming edge reflecting the flickering torchlight. Her stance was firm, her muscles taut with anticipation. Lyon held his javelin with a steady hand, the weapon radiating a faint ethereal glow. His crown permeated an otherworldly aura to the scene. Drogan, his features etched with a mix of surprise and defiance, braced himself for the impending confrontation. He could feel the weight of Lyon and Selena's killing intent, their unwavering resolve to bring him to…
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Drogan's body propelled upward with incredible force, his muscles flexed and his fist extended, aimed directly at Lyon's descending form. In the same instant, Lyon's determination surged through him, his own fist driving downward with unwavering resolve. Their war cries pierced the air, mingling with the clash of their meeting fists. As their fists collided, a cataclysmic explosion of energy erupted, rippling outward in powerful shockwaves. The impact reverberated through the assembly hall, shaking the…
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The guards stood frozen in disbelief as they witnessed the incredible impact of the slash. Their eyes widened as the ground split open, revealing a deep chasm that snaked its way through the once-solid floor. The force of the strike had shattered the very foundation of the fortress, leaving a scene of chaos and destruction. Dust and debris filled the air, obscuring their vision and making it difficult to navigate the crumbling surroundings. The guards struggled to regain their composure, their hands…
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He arrived. His presence was different, the air in nature changed slightly. He who stood before his enemy was nonchalant, and his emotion bare. His arms crossed and his chin raised slightly as he looked down on those who sat around the table. Four of them were kings, another one was a wholly motivated bandit. "Your presence here is quite astonishing, daring, or just a fool?" commented King Aldric. "Hahaha, you have the balls to threaten someone in front of us kings," said King Valerius. "As…
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Lyon slowly blinked his eyes, returning to the present moment. The echoes of laughter and the warmth that had filled his heart began to fade, dissipating like a fleeting dream. He looked around the ancient hall, its solemn atmosphere contrasting with the ethereal experience he had just encountered. "How is it?" Selena asked. Lyon shook his head, "I can't help the feeling of familiarity, however, I can't see their faces, just their lingering memories." "Do you know who they were?" asked Selena.…
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? Drogan's expression remained resolute as he replied to Nyi's question. His face, unwavering and determined, showed no signs of surprise or hesitation. "I'm here because simply I am needed," said Drogan. "Doesn't it make it easier when the subject of this summit arrives in the place, however, I can't say the same about the individual that you let roamed free in this old building." His voice had a sense of conviction as if he believed himself to be an integral part of the gathering, regardless of…
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The guards, well-versed in the legends and prophecies, exchanged puzzled glances, trying to comprehend Lyon's calm demeanor in the face of such a significant moment. Whispers of uncertainty floated among them, as they contemplated the meaning behind the chiming bells and Lyon's seemingly unaffected presence. Under the watchful gazes of those gathered, Lyon entered the ancient fortress with an air of nonchalance, as if he were stepping into a familiar domain. The weight of their curious eyes did little…
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The Citadel of Celestia, an ancient fortress of immense grandeur, stood as a relic of a bygone era. Its weathered stone walls, worn and cracked with the passage of time, bore the weight of countless years and whispered stories of forgotten battles and lost glory. Though the fortress had long ceased to be maintained, its towering structure remained resolute, defying the ravages of age and neglect. Once, the Citadel had been a beacon of power and might, its formidable walls protecting the realm it served.…
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