Patricia Martin
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As the cheers hushed, the figure on the throne in the elevated seat stood up. It walked nearer to the railing, raising its chest toward the sky. Lyrian couldn't quite discern the creature's origin, yet its aura and appearance exuded might, threat, and an unyielding danger. It was enough to stir his excitement. Perched upon its head was a crown crafted from molten magma and dark stone. Its chest protruded and its shoulders bulged, while its waist maintained a slender profile. The lower body and legs…-
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At that exact moment, two more examinees suddenly appeared in the middle of the room, a cascade of teal light enveloping them, before quickly disappearing. The faces were familiar, to say the least. A bratish-looking kid with spiky red hair, and a girl with ice-cold eyes. The two of them looked through the crowd and seemed to quickly find their group, and headed there without any hesitation. 'Cedric and Glis huh... I wonder what they're doing in Silvus' group. I mean... I get Glis, but Cedric? He…
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Most of the people in the room -- who were already paying attention to the conversation -- were taken aback in a resounding aura of astonishment as they heard what Lyrian said. The room then dropped dead silent as Lyrian stared at Syanr who was sitting on top of a few barrels of wine that were stacked on top of each other. Syanr slowly turned to look at Lyrian, in disbelief himself. "You..." Syanr paused, looking down at the ground, everyone held their breath in anticipation of what was going to…
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Lyrian had stepped foot into the 11th floor. By now his determination was unwavering. He found his rhythm in the arena, moving swiftly, striking precisely, and making the most of his mana and stamina. With each new boss battle, he faced a different opponent, each with its own unique abilities and challenges. Some were fierce and formidable, while others were cunning and elusive. But Lyrian adapted, finding their weaknesses and exploiting them, or simply burning through them with sheer force. As…
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Lyrian's bloodlust wasn't fully directed toward the leopard Magma Dweller, so even the crowd was surprised at his power. Lyrian dashed forward, as the leopard jumped into the air with its spear in hand. While in the air, Lyrian noticed the color of the blade on the spear. It looked exactly like the cuffs on his hand. This gave him an idea, so he jumped up toward the leopard. Seeing this, the beast didn't hesitate to quickly swing itself around in a circular motion, changing its course mid-air as it…
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Raka staggered, its movements slowing as the damage took its toll. The crowd's cheers reached a crescendo, the arena vibrating with excitement. Lyrian didn't let up, pushing forward with renewed energy. He delivered a series of swift unenhanced kicks, targeting the weakened spots on Raka's body. The mighty creature fought back, its scythes swinging erratically, but its movements were becoming sluggish. Lyrian's persistence paid off as he managed to disarm Raka, sending one of the scythes flying…
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As he walked towards the light, the moment reminded him of when he was first born into this world. For some reason, he had a moment of reminiscence. A moment of clarity, to see once again why he started this journey in the first place. It was always at the back of his mind, but each time he directly thought of it, his will was fortified that much further. He was going to become free from every single shackle in life no matter what. Finally, as he neared the end of the light, where it was the most…
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The resulting cascade of stone and dust filled the air, the impact of Lyrian's Shock Fist echoing through the cave as the dust gradually settled. As the haze lifted, a previously obscured opening emerged from behind the shattered wall. The group stared in astonishment at the unexpected development. "Holy... what just happened?" Rylan exclaimed, his eyes wide as he took in the scene. Alten chuckled softly, shaking his head in a mix of disbelief and amusement. "Seems like Lyrian's punch was more…
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As the group traveled across the large ravine pathway, made up of the darkest stones, they eventually came across what looked to be a dead end. In front of them was a giant wall of this black stone, causing Alten to be most disappointed in everyone. "What the heck? Why is there a dead end?" The unamusement was palpable within the group. As they neared the "dead end", however, they came to a sudden realization that the wall ahead of them wasn't a dead end after all, but instead, something similar…
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With everyone else too confused and taken aback to do anything, Lyrian got off of his mount and slowly stepped forward toward the creature with a stern expression on his face. The sorrowful tone in the dweller's face was almost human-like, and Lyrian didn't sense any ill intention coming from it. Just pure sadness, which he couldn't help but try to decipher. 'Is it potentially the child of the fallen creature? That would explain its size difference...' With the bright orange eyes of the creature…
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