Michael Miller
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Ashton didn't stay at Sylvenvale despite the Guildmaster's convincing. Ashton was determined to fulfill his end of the bargain and nothing could change his mind, the Guildmaster knows that too. And so, even though it pains him to see Ashton go, cause Sylvenvale would lose a fearsome protector, the guild master had no other choice than to let him go. Of course, Ashton left something that would protect the city in his disappearance. He hopes that it'll never get to the point where that something get's…
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Despite their victory in the previous battle, the fey of Galadriel knew that the demons would not give up so easily. And indeed, the attacks continued wave after wave, each one more powerful and relentless than the last. The warriors of Galadriel fought on, their bodies and minds stretched to the limit. Ashton continued to cast spells of healing and aid, but even his magic had its limits. The fey began to suffer from exhaustion and injuries, and it seemed as if the demons would never stop coming. But…
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The sky was darkening as the first wave of demons descended upon Galadriel. The fey inhabitants of the city had never seen such creatures before. They were huge, with leathery wings and razor-sharp claws, and their eyes glowed with an unnatural fire. Panic descended on the city. People suffered from the attacks of demons and couldn't believe that such creatures exists. This was the consequence of keeping people ignorant about the existence of demons for so long. The defenders of the city fought bravely…
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Ashton stood at the mouth of the portal, the unconscious group of fey was being transported one by one, assisted by his magic. He looked up and down the rocky path leading to the portal, scanning for any sign of the demons that he knew were coming. He did not doubt that they would do everything in their power to prevent him from leaving the Netherworld with these people. Ashton took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. He knew that he couldn't let the demons catch come close to them or…
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Ashton had been traveling for months, cleansing demon-infested locations. He had already cleansed four of the five locations on his list: the Abyssal Caverns, Ruins of Ashenfort, Blood Marsh, and Tower of Despair. Now, he was in the midst of purging the last location, the Temple of Nightmares. The temple was filled with dark and twisted creatures that twisted his mind and tried to lure him into its depths. But Ashton's will and experience as a mage prepared him for these horrors, and he pressed on…
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Ashton's eyes narrowed as he gazed upon the seals. They were ancient, their intricate designs etched deeply into the stone, and their surfaces pulsated with dark energy. He could feel the power of the seals resonating through the ruins, filling the air with a thick, malevolent force. Ashton knew that he would have to destroy these seals if he hoped to cleanse the ruins of their demonic influence. But he also knew that doing so would be no small task. Each seal represented a powerful force of evil, and…
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Ashton had been traveling with the caravan for two days, and his anticipation of reaching the Ruins of Ashenfort was growing stronger with each passing moment. The caravan had just entered a dense forest, and the trees grew closer together, casting a shadowy canopy over the road. Ashton looked around curiously, committing the scenery to his memory while it was still peaceful. Suddenly, the caravan came to a halt, and Ashton started frowning. He knew that they were getting close to the ruins, and he could…
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Ashton sat cross-legged at the very bottom of the Abyssal Caverns, surrounded by a faint white glow that emanated from his body. The air around him crackled with dark energy, a testament to the demonic corruption that had been suffusing the caverns for ages. But Ashton was not daunted by the task ahead of him. With a deep breath, he closed his eyes and began to channel his magic. The white glow around him intensified, and the air grew colder as the magic began to permeate every corner of the caverns. The…
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Ashton's footsteps echoed through the winding tunnels of the Abyssal Caverns, his powerful magic illuminating the way ahead. He was on a mission to stop a powerful demon and a group of cultists from performing a dark ritual that would unleash unspeakable evil into the world. As he descended deeper into the caverns, Ashton sensed a disturbance in the air. He crept forward, his hand gripping tightly onto the staff of Elder Wood. As he rounded a corner, he saw a group of cultists standing in a circle around…
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Ashton knelt beside the unconscious Fey, surprisingly, they weren't dead. He decided to heal the poor thing so he placed his hands on their body, his hands glowing with healing magic. 'It's a woman.' He points out after inspecting his patient closely. He focused his mind and channeled his power into her, mending her broken body and purging the last remnants of demonic corruption from her being. As the healing magic flowed through her, Ashton studied the woman's features, trying to discern any clue as to…
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