Patricia Davis
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"Aura Smash!" after getting up from the cane hit he received, Stark focused his aura around his hand, ready to attack the Mayor too. With a powerful shout, Stark unleashed his Aura Smash towards the Mayor, the giant crimson fist hurtling towards its target. But of course, Malakar saw the attack coming, and so he used the hand that wasn't carrying the cane to use another skill. "Abysall Shield!" A shimmering black barrier materialized in front of Malakar just in time to intercept Stark's Aura…-
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Stark, unbothered, kept advancing through the fog, he had already done this once before for the mini-boss, so the atmosphere and cries of souls that begged him to turn back didn't bother him anymore. Lana on the other hand had never experienced such a thing, and so she couldn't help but feel slightly uncomfortable, if not scared. Reaching her arm forward in the hopes of finally leaving the fog, she was able to grab something: Stark's shirt. "...?" the boy stopped and looked behind him to see a…
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People began rushing through the beginning areas after the message of the mini-boss being defeated appeared. After all, this dungeon was supposed to be used to level up (mostly) safely while also gaining experience, so if someone completed it quickly, they would have less time to do so. The deeper they went, the higher amount of experience they could get, and the least the people that would be there to annoy them. Lana was one of those that prioritized completing the dungeon over leveling up since…
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The bonfire crackled and flickered, casting a warm, reassuring light in the dark world Stark found himself in. The silver fog wall loomed right in front of him (only a few meters away), a barrier separating him from whatever awaited on the other side: the boss of the . But for now... all he wanted to do was rest. He sat on the ground around the bonfire, enjoying the feeling of slowly regaining his HP and the curse of the Black Sun going down. 'No... I can't rest now...' he thought after…
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Stark felt the weight of the impending battle settle on his shoulders as he faced off against the Outskirts Leader. The leader's eyes bore into Stark, a silent challenge passing between them. As the first tendrils of shadow magic began to curl towards him, Stark knew he had to act fast. Looking at him from all nearby windows, and surrounding him completely were dozens upon dozens of gloomstalkers. 'How are the other people supposed to beat these things...?' he wondered, after all he was…
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Stark pushed through the dark and ominous City Outskirts, the curse of the Black Sun looming over him like a shadow. Every step he took felt heavier as the darkness threatened to consume him. The once quiet streets now echoed with the sounds of his own heartbeat, racing in his ears. '...' and even then, the aura around his hands and legs didn't falter, still shining brightly, a proof that his determination hadn't been moved by the circumstances. He reached a street with many abandonned small houses,…
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Most people were now inside the rift, fighting their way through the level 5 area. "WATCH OUT!" "HELP ME OUT HERE!" People could only form parties of 5 inside the rift, and after doing so, they would be allowed to share experience points between each other as long as they participated in the kill, making it safer to level up. No one could really know what the hell was happening further inside the rift, so everyone just focused on themselves. "Where is that Stark fucker?" Daniel entered the…
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"I guess that's it for now," Stark mumbled as he killed the mini-boss and did everything that was needed to do. He used the two skill points he had that were available after reaching level 7, and then he kept going. He of course noticed that the silver fog was gone, meaning that more people would be able to get to this area, but he didn't care, he had gotten the loot for himself. 'My god, I wonder just how much people at the higher levels must of grinded, especially since this is a…
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It still had more than half of its life, while Stark on the otherhand was one attack away from dying (two if he counts the 'chosen one' talent's perks, but he didn't know how it worked so he would rather not take his chances). 'Time to use this and hope...' he looked at his hands, which were surrounded by that same crimson aura, and tightened them both. 'Aura Smash, activate!' he reserved this skill for the perfect situation since the 30s cooldown was annoying, but what better situation than him…
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As Stark went inside the silver fog, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine as his vision was extremely obscured, yet every other sense of his was triggered: he could smell rot, he could feel an eerie aura around him, and he could hear the voices of tourmented souls screaming for him to go back. But Stark didn't care, and he pushed through the fog, traversing it after a few seconds and now able to see normally again. 'Holy...' he opened his eyes, and took notice of his…
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