Patricia Martin
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Lyrian was taken aback by this sudden realization. "Are you saying all shadows have their own consciences or something?" He asked Gear. "Huh... I guess you did grant me this skill after all. If I were to ask you what those motives were, you wouldn't tell me, would you?" Lyrian asked, already knowledgeable about the answer to his question. "Tsk... as I thought." Lyrian let out an exasperated sigh. "Well, whatever." As soon as he said this, Lyrian suddenly began to feel a bit woozy. He…-
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Lyrian was taken aback in absolute awe and shock as he gazed at the fearsome beast in front of him. A foul beast, a vicious creature whose presence exuded a dangerous aura of annihilation. It had three large heads on its thick neck, each of which was of a powerful dog or wolf that had razor-sharp teeth and drool simply showering out of it. It possessed an overwhelmingly colossal physique, a terrifying sight to behold. Its body, colossal in stature, dwarfed all of the demons in its vicinity,…
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The beetle, which was the size of a large basketball, slowly walked around, seemingly unaffected by the heat around it. Lyrian stopped to look at it for a few more seconds. Flying a few feet above it, Lyrian noticed that its several eyes began to follow him around in the air. It was creepy to behold. He couldn't forget that his shadow form could still be seen. After noticing this, he quickly moved on. Nearing a corner of a giant wall-like structure of purple stone, Lyrian suddenly heard raspy and…
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As soon as he grabbed the scroll, Lyrian allowed his eyelids to slam shut. He had only been forcing them to stay open under immense pressure in order to find the right cultivation technique. There was no longer any reason for them to stay open. Without hesitation, he placed the scroll inside his storage ring. With his goal completed, Lyrian's resolve waned and began to diminish. Just as he was about to black out, he saw two figures dressed in white robes appear in front of the bright purple Purgatory…
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A small buzz went off on Granweid's bracelet. It was an alert from the school system. He quickly looked down at it as a worried expression shadowed his face. His eyebrows furrowed, as a frown quickly covered his lips. "Lyrian... have you gone too far?" He worriedly spoke, quickly messing with his bracelet before arriving at a message system. Clicking on the voice-talk button, he began to speak into the bracelet. "Granweid in the Ancient Library, I repeat, Granweid in the Ancient Library." Only a…
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Lyrian turned to face the teacher. 'Oh? Maybe he can help me understand this.' He thought to himself. "Yes, do you have any clue what it is?" He asked curiously. Granweid retorted with an urgent no. "Haha... I do not, unfortunately," he said with a slightly awkward laugh. 'Useless,' Lyrian was unimpressed. "However..." Granweid walked closer with his hands wrapped behind his back, standing next to Lyrian and before the giant 20-foot object. "Some say that it is a cultivation technique. Or, at…
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Lyrian made sense of what Granweid, his teacher, was talking about. 'Nine levels of the library, and nine levels of the abyss which the library levels are based on? I guess that makes sense.' He mused, looking around as he tried to feel the pressure on him from 'Hell', the first abyss. Lo and behold, upon thinking about it, he did feel a slightly odd feeling deep within his stomach that gave him slight unease. 'This must be it... the spiritual pressure that's 1 percent of Hell.' He thought to…
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? "The Ear War, a war between both of the most powerful species in this continent we call the Mortal Plains. Now... I know that we have started with the climax! However, now that all of your attention is garnered, you will begin learning about Ephrias Varant The Legendary from the very beginning." Mister Peresal finished up his Zaryn Mythology class with those words, as several magic books floated onto the desks of every student present. Lyrian had close to no interest in Ephrias at first, but after…
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"Shadow," Lyrian whispered, his voice a mere breath amidst the cacophony of the battlefield. The two slightly injured beasts, Tao trailing close behind, were rapidly enveloped in the inky darkness that radiated from Lyrian. The battle that had just unfolded had left a profound impression on him. It wasn't just intense; it was a visceral dance with danger itself. The sheer force behind the snapping slams as the creatures clashed was enough to send shivers down the spine of any normal person. Standing…
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Lyrian swiftly returned to his room, where Nightshade quickly reverted into the paper it had been. It was an interesting creation experiment, made possible by the magic elixir provided by Granweid. While that wasn't the main focus of his class, Lyrian found it the most intriguing aspect. However, he regretted not obtaining a mana cultivation technique on the first day. He didn't want to delay his growth any longer and realized he might need to take matters into his own hands soon. "Aside from that, it…
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