Mary Wilson
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The mana driven elevator rose as my two hybrids stopped that butcher in female form. She shifted into disgusting shapes as she killed, some twisted polymorphic reaper. She was nothing but a disgusting monster. I leaned back against the cold rock behind me, gasping for breath with my hand over my chest. I failed. My plan had been foolproof. Perhaps I gloated more than I should’ve, but every piece was there. Those heathen abominations weren’t normal in any sense of the word, however. I’m not even…-
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I clamped my jaws downward, but before the jagged teeth of my armor separated flesh and bone, a wave hit my mind. A sharp, harsh slice split my mind, tearing into my thoughts. The fiery burn exploded in my head like dipping a wound in salt. It stunned me, loosening my grip on Thisbey. The slimeball crawled out of my grasp before scrambling away. I blinked attempting to mold Event Horizon over Thisbey. Several forces berated my mind all at once, a fire erupting throughout every cell of my body. They…
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My mind raced at the sheer stupidity of Thisbey for a moment, but then I gave pause. While Thisbey was a slimy snake in the grass, he wasn’t an idiot. He wore that damn leather to fuck with me, and he wholeheartedly believed he had control of this situation. The robed guards might be why. My doubt faded. Thisbey better pray they could stop me. I bent down, ready to launch myself like a missile. Before I leaped, Thisbey announced, “Now I love giving a speech in someone’s honor, but I must…
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I did the math for my mana by using a calculator option in my status. It would take about ten days before my next evolution at my current pace. Considering the spike in power I’d get from it, this moved that further up in my priority list. At the same time, I couldn’t lose sight of my goals. I still had to save Rivaria from some kind of invasion from Thisbey. To make that happen, I needed more recruits. From my experience so far, no gialgathens came by during nighttime. Working in a bit of dungeon…
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She gave me a nod, Sheom’s spiraling, orange markings matching the sunset’s glow. With her commitment, I pointed towards the black pile behind me, “I’ll be making you a set of armor like I did for Krog and Chrona. There will be a scrying portal that will let you communicate with me once it’s made. I’ll let you know the specifics after I’ve made your gear.” Sheom tilted her head, “I’ve yet to prove my worth. Why would you give me something so valuable?” “Because I don’t…
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Krog channeled his own mana, a red aura rippling over the surface of his skin. He already gained the ability to generate the same kind of mana I used, his skillset tailor-made for it. As the ascendant energy rippled out with red lightning, he pulsed his control outward. A red aura encompassed the area around him, bending the light within it. I already charged enough mana for a singularity, but I withheld its use. Krog was faster than last time we fought, so he would just dodge before the black hole…
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I jumped backward, landing on the lava surrounding the arena. Sheom did the same, sliding under the surface of the glowing slop. As she glided towards me, I slammed my palms into the molten rock. I cooled the molten magma, the bright red darkening across the entire arena in seconds. Sheom was caught up in the cooling stone, stuck in the crystallizing granite. As she struggled to break to the surface, I jumped up before flying further. Moments later, I pulled myself down, augmenting gravity with my own…
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“What kind of example?” Krog said. “Well, I’ll need you guys to just show off your powers and armor after the final fight. That’s what I’ll be offering.” Chrona scratched the side of her head, “Hmm, would that not insult Sheom?” “Who’s Sheom?” I said while crossing my arms. Krog adjusted his paws under his chin, “Your opponent. She leaps through the magma of the arena as if gliding through the air. She and Chrona almost always end up fighting for the finishing spot of…
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After pulling out hundreds of terminals, the Overseer had a fuck it moment. “This is far more than I am able and willing to analyze. I will contact a reserve guild under Schema’s care to compartmentalize and uncover this data.” The Overseer messed with his status before reaching out a hand while clasping his fingertips together. As he spread his fingers apart, a rift in spacetime wrenched out of nothing. Using the wormhole magic, a group of high-level Speakers moved all the terminals into some…
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“I have a limit to the time I can spend on this. Speak,” the Overseer stated. I turned a palm to him, “We figured out that Tohtella is organizing the Hybrid project, and that she’s leading a group of mind-controlling remnants.” The Overseer stood there, stunned into utter silence. I waited a moment, seeing if he had anything to add. He did. “Do you have any evidence to assist such an absurd accusation?” I banged on a terminal, “They’re using a secret language that…
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