Matthew White
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The undead horde approached quickly after their appearance, showing the benefits of their lack of concern, not caring about the lives of their soldiers — a meaningless description when zombies were concerned — or their stamina. Still, the horde was more impressive than the previous force. Not just the numbers, but also the mana radiating off them. It didn’t take long for them to enter into the range of the elves, their arrows flying with impressive accuracy and speed. I kept monitoring them even as…
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As that new fragment of Divine Spark floated in the trunk of the tree, dancing against the rest, yet to be sublimed — which wasn’t surprising considering how little Spark the tree contained originally — my first reflex was to check the crystallized Divine Spark of the mage, expecting him to sacrifice a portion of it. Only to see it completely intact. “Can worship actually create Divine Spark,” I thought with fascination. I was shocked, though I had to admit, it wasn’t supposed to be that…
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I was quick to move back to my cave at the warning of the wards, and even took down the ward that was protecting the tree from the necrotic energy. At this point, it was strong enough to handle the radiating necrotic energy with my assistance — especially since I didn’t place it right next to the river, but put in some distance, limiting the impact of the constant flow of necrotic mana. Unlike undead, I knew little about elves, and it was better for me to stay concealed, with no sign of my presence at…
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I kept most of my attention on my surroundings, and only a portion was still focused on the growth of the small sapling, which slowed even more after the latest adjustment, but I could see many changes in its nature, enough to justify that. I sensed it carefully, ready to intervene in case of a weak undead response — and evacuate in case that scary lich that repaired the dimensional wall arrived. I was still confident in myself in a desperate fight, but I had no intention of putting myself to it unless…
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It wasn’t bad that my plans were ruined. I wasn’t inflexible enough that a sudden change of circumstances that forced me to throw away most of my plans would leave me helpless. Though, that didn’t feel me from feeling a deep annoyance, one that I forced myself to ignore to the best of my ability. Redrawing my plans was not a big problem, but redrawing my plans while I was leveraging my short action window was much more annoying. Especially since half of the necromancers had already fallen, and…
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As I used the simple Arcana spell to enhance my vision several times, the first thing I focused on was the cloaked figures, or more accurately, their physical natures, ones that looked human, with one great difference. Their ears. “Elves,” I muttered, though my shock was not particularly intense after facing another race that was supposed to be a part of the stories and legends. After all, after angels and true dragons that could transform, the existence of elves was not particularly…
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I didn’t even bother casting a spell as the wolf zombie charged at me, ruled by the echo of its worst instincts without control, not even a hint of control. I didn’t even bother casting a spell, just waited until it was near, when my spear flashed. The zombies were famous for their abilities to shrug simple damage, but after all the enchantments I had loaded, my spear was far from being counted as simple. An accurate stab into the thickest part of necrotic energy was enough to disperse the cloud,…
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I paused for a moment to expand my senses, trying to measure the thickness of the necrotic energy surrounding me, intending to pick a direction opposite of it. I didn’t like venturing into the unknown compared to taking a known quality, but I was willing to make an exception when the known factor was the undead. Whatever the unknown party, it couldn’t be worse than the undead. Or, I hoped so. With a sigh, I started moving, deciding to trust my luck once more. After all, it was only a sign of my luck…
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“Finally, the ground once again,” I chuckled even as I enjoyed the sensation of standing, the wind on my skin, the great sensation of dominance. So much that, even the subtle smell of decay couldn’t ruin my mood. Nor could the state of the forest in front of me, lifeless and dead, clearly affected by the subtle necrotic energy in the air. One problem at a time, and I had one problem that was bigger than everything else. I was, once again, fully naked, and bleeding. “First, the wound,” I…
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Unfortunately, finding my way proved to be even more difficult than the recovery, I discovered after a day of fruitless work. The problem was that the Primordial Aether was both too chaotic and too confusing, stymying my attempt to find my way. In comparison, the confusion created by Aether was nothing, and even then, I had the advantage of feeling the direction of the other companion nodes. Which didn’t work while the System was unpowered — I knew it was a problem with my connection rather than the…
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