Matthew White
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I watched the traitor as he slowly drained the Divine Spark from the forest, trying to process the implications of the betrayal. Not the betrayal itself, of course. I had long learned people were willing to sell others for their benefit, and concepts like honor and loyalty were mostly transitional. I was more interested in the possession of the acorn, and the crystal buried inside to steal the Divine Spark, the exact copy of the one that Undead possessed, but with some organic layer to cover up the…
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I stayed hidden in the camp as I watched the elven reinforcements split into the three groups — the smallest escorting Seldanna and the biggest going toward the border — fascinated by just how quickly things could change in a few seconds. It wasn’t a lesson I was learning for the first time, but it didn’t make it any less fascinating. Once again highlighting that, personal power was more important than any kind of fortified establishment. My first aim, I followed Seldanna, communicating with her…
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The Aether dimension was much calmer without the constant flow of the Necrotic mana pumping toward the planar shell. Interestingly, the connection between the dead tree and the shell persisted… No, not just persisted, I realized as I felt a small flicker of nature mana flowing toward the shell. The tree was still functioning. Fascinating, I thought as I followed the connection back to its source, and soon, I realized the tree wasn’t as dead as I had first assumed. I had no idea from where, but there…
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I was feeling much different as I planned to leave the vault, lighter and stronger. No doubt, considering the amount of improvement I had just experienced. Pity I didn’t have time to use the rest of the Purified Spark I had managed to score. I could have stayed to improve more, but at this point, the treant was already being surrounded, and I didn’t want to ruin things until things collapsed. And, I didn’t want to miss the opportunity. I had drawn several runes into the vault, and dumped enough…
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I wasn’t sure what to expect as the huge treant got closer to the undead fortress. I didn’t expect panic, at least not the blind kind if such a monster attacked a city filled with people. Zombies lacked the sentience to be affected by their oncoming end, and liches could always retreat. However, even when counting that, I was surprised by the reaction the sapient undead was displaying against the battle. Reading a bunch of bones wearing robes or armor was not exactly simple, but I was almost willing…
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I had to climb two floors before I could finally come across smaller rooms I could use to hide. Most of the floor was dedicated to a forge, with several zombies constantly forging swords while an impressive number of necromancers pumped necrotic mana into the forge to ensure the weapons would end up tainted. It was painful to watch. I was hardly a professional forger, and I had my own shortcuts, but still, watching their horrible waste was annoying. I didn’t let that annoyance stop me from slipping…
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It was good to be moving around once more. Even if I was going through a long stretch of ruined land, necrotic mana getting more and more intense without the forest I had built up to prevent that. It was not the whole world filled with that mana — at least not yet — but that didn’t mean it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling. Especially since I couldn’t just plant one of the seeds that were with me and transform the whole area, not unless I wanted to be swarmed by a horde of disposable zombies. I…
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“It was a good warm-up,” I whispered. “Now, are you ready for the real punishment?” The way her almond eyes widened was simply divine. Her lips parted open. “Real punishment—“ she tried to ask, which died as my tongue invaded her mouth, and my arms closed on her back, which kept her in place as I twisted and turned. And she found herself looking at the roots of the tree above us, pointing from the roots. A nice, comfortable position for her to enjoy the show … while giving me absolute…
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“Well…” she whispered as she stood in front of me, trembling in excitement, but that didn’t prevent her from leaning forward, her hands on my knees, her lips just inches away. With her mana filling the vines that she used as chains, she looked like she was in control … almost. Her plan was ruined by her chest, desperately rising back and forth as she failed to control her excitement. Still, that didn’t mean she wasn’t wearing an absolutely maddening smile. “I guess someone was mentioning…
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I said nothing as a soft blush covered every part of her visible skin while she reconsidered her strategy to distract me, her attention once again slipping away from the magical aspects of the battle. I wondered if her whole body was covered with that blush. Then, as if she read my mind, she decided to show me that. Her hands reached to her front, and one by one, she started unbuttoning her shirt, shivering with each step, the revealed skin just as blushed. Soon, however, I was more interested in the peek…
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