Sarah Davis
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Peace Nightmare was an unusual weapon, and many mistook its only ability for converting Gael's energy into a devastating one. It was enough to impress spectators and experienced fighters alike, as such a power posed a threat to Ereg, but in reality, Peace Nightmare was far more complex. Drip. Drip. Drip. Gael's blood, flowing from a wide cut on his scarred neck, coated the black blade. Gradually, faintly at first, then bright as a star, Peace Nightmare flashed with crimson light. Blood stopped…-
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"What kind of sword is this...?" Liang muttered as he cast a glance at his weapon. His sword was also unusual and had two stages, but regardless of the stage, it was still a sword - perfect for swordsmanship. "How would someone so calm, someone with such a high level of skill fight with this weapon of a butcher or a mad killer?" Liang said in confusion. Sure, Gale and Liang could even fight with a branch or fork if they wanted to, given their level of strength and swordsmanship it would be enough for…
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Previously, the Colosseum had already been destroyed many times and had even gone through a transformation using Liang's energy to become bigger and stronger. It seemed that the colosseum was now impossible to damage, as even attacks from strong creatures like Ereg and Gael could only scratch the stones, which would soon recover. They would have to use a very powerful attack to make a hole in the wall or destroy part of the Colosseum. However... for the blades heading towards Ereg, this was no…
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Unlike all other reinforcement stages, giant scars were something special, and intimate to Gael. If he used them, it meant that he was recognizing that the opponent could kill him. Before Ereg hadn't used Ether, and his ghost hadn't started turning from green to blue one, Gael wouldn't have even considered such a thing, but now everything had changed. Neither white ash nor black one could help him win, as well as other sizes of scars. Ereg's Ether changed everything because dealing with a force with…
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Gael's face contorted under the pressure of Ereg's fist, which came down on his opponent's head with all its power. Before that, the aura of death had slowed everything in its path, Ereg's lightning-fast attacks becoming so slow that Gael could dance if he wished. However, the ether obeyed no rules, even if it was death or life. If Chaos was the perpetrator of random accidents, and Gluttony was the rebel who destroyed everything in its path, Ether was the epitome of freedom, this energy did what it…
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After a few rounds, the colosseum suffered again, or rather Gael's attack was powerful enough to break one of its walls, punching through it Ereg. Bam. As the power of the energy came to an end, Ereg finally stopped, falling to the ground with his broad back and spurting out a mouthful of blood. "Argh!" Gael cast a calm glance at his opponent, not at all worried about the future of their battle. He knew Ereg wouldn't stop there. "Damn... Scars, partial time travel back, three kinds of ash, and now…
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"Oh, is it just me, or does that sword look something like yours?" Sven smirked, glaring at Wain, who was intently watching the fight with his arms crossed on his chest. Wain raised an eyebrow, "Hm? Are you talking about Gladius?" Sven nodded silently. "Yeah, that amazing, indestructible sword that Nameless King himself fights with. A true legend among weapons. If mind weapons had their own society, he'd be king, that's for sure." Sven said with a slight smile. Wain shrugged, "Maybe, I can't be…
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Tremble. Tremble. Tremble. After absorbing Liang's energy, the Colosseum became much larger and stronger, so not a single attack had yet been able to damage the wall and only a few had managed to leave scratches on the arena's solid granite floor. However, when Gael's back reached the wall, cracks went down along it, as if a part of the colosseum was ready to collapse, again, even after strengthening and evolving. Gael spat out a mouthful of blood, trying to stem the flow by holding it with the palm of…
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Everyone who held a high position in this world knew of Gael and his unique ability. His scars were his uniqueness, though everyone knew how his power worked. In order for a new scar to appear on Gael's body he had to take serious damage, so much so that it would permanently affect his powerful body comparable to the bodies of the strongest. He was one of them, after all. During his fight against Ereg, this had already happened once, but then Gael had only received a large scar. Also, it was the large…
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Everyone sought power, and everyone had the same basic problem - how to get power? How become stronger? What to do in order to unlock new abilities and gain something new? It was logical, because the higher a person climbed on the path of strength, the harder it was to make the next step. In this way, a familiar world was created - the more powerful a person was, the less they were in relation to others. Among the hundreds of worlds and thousands of voids in World of Darkness, there were literally…
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