Mary Jones
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It was so, so suffocating. The anguish of the roiling tar, the harrowing reminder of yet another purge, boiled and sizzled as it created the passage through the searing hot lava. Soon, they would arrive at their destination. No movement could be seen through the thick tar, but plenty could be felt. They squirmed, part in agony—part in anticipation. Blood. Soon, something other than black ooze would be spilled. The river of void shifted through the thick magma, creating a passage to their…-
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The slime avatar finished its scouting. It vanished, and Neave returned to his body yet again. He was tucked away in a corner of his workshop. Piles of seemingly random tools and gadgets were strewn around the room. There was a faint, putrid stench in the air, and the black obsidian walls had numerous scratches and cracks. Placing a finger on his temple, he examined his condition. His brain was undergoing some sort of change. Its function was mostly alright, but that was entirely due to his spirit…
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Sateron backed away from the demonic entity, scoffing at it, "Talk!?” He spat indignantly. “Why do you believe I have any reason to converse with a demon such as yourself?" It chuckled a bit, almost sadly, "Not even I would want to speak to one of those mindless goons… But I am not one of them.” "How do you know my name!?” He asked. “And it doesn't matter to me whether you’re a monster or a demon. You’re a beast, a horrid abomination that should be purged from existence!" The demonic…
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Nothing but two white lights peeked through the heavy armor the golem was wearing. Despite the illusion scales, bendy parts, and numerous pieces, the armor was surprisingly fashioned out of a single, uninterrupted piece of metal. It strode through the dark hallways, unhindered by the lack of light. Its smooth movements could be confused with the actions of a regular human. There was no jaggedness to its stride. It was a smooth, forward, almost confident walk. A monster peered from behind one of the…
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Harel stepped forth, fury clear in her expression, "What!?" She screamed indignantly. “Wha—!? What the hell, Neave!? How are we supposed to train? How are we supposed to—!?” “Shut up!” Neave yelled. “Everyone just shut up.” Marven restrained Harel, but she just turned around and yelled at him instead, “Oh fuck off, you doting father, let me speak!” Although he looked like he was clearly holding himself back from protesting, Dukean asked, “Are the demons on the move…
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Neave left Sateron alone and ran off into the distance. He didn’t really know how to feel about the young man. He was an anomaly, for sure, but there was no way to tell how it would reflect on Neave’s plans. For now, he put the matter of Astrador’s creation to the back of his mind as he ran free and explored the realm of nightmares. It had changed so much since his time in the loop. But he still recognized much of it. The peaks and valleys, ravines, and lakes were precisely where he left them. A…
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Through its boundless roots, the glass shrub knew of all that happened in its domain. And something unusual was happening at the outer edges. It took it a while to notice, but now, it was clear as day. Many monsters were coming and going, but one was far more… Clever than the others. No matter, it thought. This was what Master was trying to achieve anyway. Foes worthy of facing him in mortal combat. Who was the shrub to take that away from him? Besides, it had more important things to focus on. Right…
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Neave sat in the center of the battle chamber, surrounded by the others. They had slightly displeased expressions, and it was for a good reason. All of them had found one or two powers they wanted to acquire, yet he had summarily rejected all of them. The reason why? Like a frog in gradually heating water, he hadn’t noticed that he was being boiled alive, and only now, as the water drastically cooled, did he realize just how hot it used to be. His liver used to be the target of many spirit…
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Neave wrestled the typhoon puma while imbuing it with plasma spirit, and after a while, it finally began morphing. "Thank you! Fucking finally!" He dragged the monster that carried the trial for As they morphed into the gross semi-abominid with many limbs, he smacked it around, and finally, it was over. He returned to reality, back in his workshop. All of the components were finally in place. With the subsequent trial, he could, after so long, finally merge his powers together. The…
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As Neave observed the results of the merging, he felt… Well, not disappointment per se, as he hadn’t yet confirmed the actual results of the experiment, but he was certainly moderating his expectations. The two large abominids had merged into one roughly around the size of the larger one of the two. It was clear that the merging was successful as the resulting abominid looked distinctly different and had hints of both in its body. Now, the problem—the final abominid hadn’t gotten more powerful.…
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