John Williams
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The clone came back to the fort over Sebastian's shoulders in a near dead state. As usual, Angakok had squeezed everything out of the poor guy's body and left him in a miserable position after his exit. Thankfully Sebastian was there to save the day as he brought the clone back before he was butchered to death as if that happened then one of Max's main aliases would have needed to be buried. Also, as expected the enemy had begun closing in on the fort from two directions. From the West the…
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After annihilating the fourth legion, Natasha and her legion of the Ocean Leviathans swam down river towards the Fort with little to no resistance. They managed to get to the part where the stream diverted into two distinct curves as at that point Natasha led her legion to land where they were faced against DarkSorrow and the third legion. As the Ocean Leviathans charged forth on land, Natasha, their commander, arranged them in an expansive formation. The Nereid frontline consisted of the most…
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( Gurdan's POV ) Gurdan wanted nothing to do with the purple eyed Max as he wanted to stay away from the fight, but with Angakok pulling an unexpected move, Gurdan was taken aback and forced to engage in combat against a fallen ally. The charred corpse of Thalion, risen from the ashes of betrayal and fueled by resentment, loomed over Gurdan like a deathly shadow. It's hollowed eyes glinting with a smouldering fire that bared a grim message – vengeance. On his skeletal frame, the outlines of…
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( Rudra's POV ) This Angakok guy was no joke, for him to take over a tier5 body and use attacks far beyond what the body was capable of was a testament to his fundamental understanding of the moves and precise control over mana. Every body had a different mana circuit unique to their own constitution. The mana circuit of a race was somewhat similar, however, the mana circuit of different races was even more difficult to grasp. If Rudra was to wake up in a different body, he would need time to…
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( Angakok's POV ) Angakok cared little about the petty lives of the god in front of him. The first thing he cared about was checking the progress of his upcoming vessel and it was easy for him to establish Max's progress once he felt the power coursing through the body of the clone. Apparently his chosen one had activated the spell but had fainted before calling upon the horde to actually join him for battle. The three buffoons in front of him seemed to be wanting to kill Max while he was…
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" Take the Lord and run. I'll shrink the kitty down to size " the clone said with a swagger that only Max Rajput can pull off in the whole damn universe. DarkSorrow hesitated for a second, he was not confident in leaving the commander of the first division to fight this mess alone while all of them retreated like cowards. This mess was all of theirs to fix and he did not agree to the idea of the first commander being the hero and sacrificing his life alone but seeing Severus pick the out cold…
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Thalion felt a burning sensation all over his body. He couldn't understand what was happening as the last thing he remembered was shooting the as he waited for the deaths of one or more of Ravan's friends. Ravan looked too bruised and battered to unleash a divine move of his own, but surprisingly against all odds the man did manage to put up a counter as he neutralised all five arrows. The resulting explosion from the clash stirred up so much smoke and dirt that it reduced visibility to…
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The central battlefield was a symphony of chaos, the harmony of life clashing with the discordant melody of death. The newly raised undead, once part of the Greengale Phantoms themselves, now rose as hollow shells of their former selves, devoid of their past memories, filled with a singular purpose - to serve their master, Sebastian. Skeletal warriors formed the vanguard of Sebastian's forces, their eerie silhouettes daunting in the twilight. They were armed with rusted swords and tattered…
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( Gurdan's POV ) With the crack of dawn Gurdan looked at the rising sun with a big smile on his face. He was standing near the edge of the glacier from where the river running through the Bloodfall territory originated and from here the Ocean Leviathans could begin their assault on the Bloodfall clan. As the final vestiges of the Twilight Clan crumbled under the combined might of his forces and the orb of the Twilight clan was destroyed, the only thing left to do was to attack whatever was left…
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On the east flank of the battlefield, the tussle between the necromantic forces of Sebastian and the Greengale Phantoms had reached a fever pitch. The undead legions, conjured by Sebastian's necromantic ring, trudged forth relentlessly, undeterred by mortal fears or exhaustion. Every fallen soldier was being converted as another addition to their ranks by the elder lich, making the situation increasingly dire for the Greengale Phantoms. On the other hand, the Phantoms, a diverse group of elf,…
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