Mary Miller
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The term that came out of the polite man’s mouth was unfamiliar to both Finn and Iris. “Warrior’s Cage…? What’s that?” Iris asked. “The top entertainment facility of this Underground City,” the man explained, spreading his arms gently. “A fighting ring where the audience places bets, and the winner takes all. My master would like to hire you as her contracted fighter. If you win in fights, this is a very profitable opportunity.” “Is that so?” Finn answered in his usual stoic…-
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In front of a stone shop that looked like a smithy, a crowd had gathered, watching the show unfold before them. “Hahaha! My craftsmanship is truly the world’s greatest!” A mid-age man declared proudly, standing beside what seemed like a massive rectangular shield. Before it knelt a defeated, younger man, just barely supporting himself upright with his greatsword. “Hah… how… this is… impossible…” The younger man panted, glaring at the craftsman’s shield. “After my ultimate attack……
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“So? Gimme some details. How do you want the armor set to look?” Mavrick prompted, sitting down in his rotating chair and spinning a pen around his fingers. “A mask covering my entire face, a long cape attached to a hood, and a cloak to cover my body plus pants that allow me to store many tools.” “Mhm… and… agility or defense?” He had asked this the last time Finn was here as well. Finn answered the same way he once had. “Both.” “Heh, knew you would say that,” Mavrick chuckled,…
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– The Next Day – Finn woke up early the following morning. However, despite being up early, he found it strangely difficult to get out of bed until at least an hour later. This was because a certain someone had latched onto his arm very tightly, like a koala clinging to a tree. This someone was, without a doubt, Iris. She didn’t seem to have done this on purpose, and instead most likely did it subconsciously while dreaming about something. Finn decided to not question said dreams. He didn’t want…
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After a minute of silent saluting, Zephyr brought his arm back down and turned his body away from where his comrade had once been standing. Then, fishing out a vial of black liquid from his belt, he opened it and poured out a single drop. Just one. Just one was enough. Not wasting anything, he placed the bottle back into his belt, and waited as a swirling black portal sprang to life. Then, he stepped through. Athena and Aluna followed. None said a word. It was as if the moment of silence was still…
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The little boy’s body began turning into a silhouette of pure white light, and it grew. Grew and grew, until it towered over the entire forest like some kind of monster. Silver fur covered every inch of its body, apart from its clawed black fingers and powerful hooves. On the top of its head, two large horns jutted out, curving inwards. His eyes shone a deadly yellow in the night, and its mouth held rows upon rows of sharp teeth, ready to tear apart anything it needed to. “ROAAAAAAAR!” Letting out…
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For the twelfth time, Zephyr picked up the pebble back up from the ground. But instead of throwing it forward, he sighed. “Is this… really going to work?” “Have some patience,” Finn said coldly. “If you want to get to the bottom of this trap, this is the only way. Unless, of course, you have a better idea.” Zephyr pursed his lips and couldn’t argue against that. Dejectedly, he swung his arm backwards, then tossed the pebble forward. But then- “…!” “The pebble… it…
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The footsteps grew loud. Then, louder. Louder and louder, until at last, they came to a stop. Finn could tell—the four those footsteps had belonged to were standing a mere ten meters away from him. Such excellence was his sense of hearing. “… Who are you?” A young man demanded. “And what are you doing in here?” “I… am a Ghost Hunter,” Finn replied. “A freelance Ghost Hunter.” “Freelance…? Did you… investigate this place on your own?” A female’s voice asked. Finn…
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Finn was confused. Naturally, he was. Most Ghost Hunters would have a headache after learning about Specters and how to deal with them, apart from the House of Spectra. By ‘headache’, that refers to a natural one, not like the one Iris was having right now. Finn heaved Iris onto his back, then picked up a stone off the ground and tossed it ahead of him. It landed with a soft Zelestria stopped there though and refrained from telling Finn if he was on the right track or not, as he wanted him to…
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– The House of Spectra’s Perspective – “We’ve been walking here for quite a while now, but… why do I feel like we’ve made no progress at all?” A female knight asked, eyeing the surrounding trees warily. “… Keep your head steady,” a young male knight said, walking in front as the leader of the group. “Perhaps this is just a very long road. We don’t even know if we’ve entered the Temple yet.” Then, turning to an incredibly short boy, he continued. “Giant, how are the radar…
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