Sophia Garcia
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Zarian was in another dream, but more nightmarish than usual. Sinfeast was back, and Zarian had both hands wrapped tight around the deplorable god’s neck. He squeezed his grip and shook the god back and forth, smashing the back of the evil god’s head against the alleyway wall. Blurry vehicles passed by on the street outside the alley, like a moving pastel picture of the urban sprawl Zarian knew as a beggar back in the old world. Blurry figures walked by in a hurry. Nobody cared about Zarian strangling…-
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For longer than Zarian could recall, he sat there in silence as he thought about the implications of Jack still being alive. Zarian wasn’t exactly angry. He wasn’t entirely upset. He was, however, a little bothered. That crazy guy, a former peer from highschool of all things, should’ve died in Castle Grimrock. Instead, Jack was alive, and he was working with Foodie to kill Zarian. It didn’t take long for the Madness Wizard to connect the dots. He soon realized Jack had the help of the Grimrock…
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Being in the presence of Luciana Shadowfell, the Young Corrupter, the Sorrowful Child, was interesting. She wasn’t like the other gods. She had a large and shadowy presence while also feeling strangely inviting. Maybe Zarian was naturally drawn to her more than the others. Maybe that was why Ariana wanted Zarian to open the portal leading to Shadowfell territory, because Zarian and the young goddess naturally vibed well together. Was Ariana on the evil alignment side? Probably. That was going to be…
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There were seven Evil Gods. Zarian was already in a partnership with one of them, Shadowfell, who was known as the great slothful and somber evil. The goddess was a vast power of inevitability, tragedy, corruption, and self-death. Despite her young age, everybody knew her as possibly the third or second most powerful of all the good and evil gods. She could be Zarian’s sister, Ariana, but he doubted it. Then there were the other evil gods: Hisscreep. Sinfeast. Goldhound. Sickspread. And,…
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Zarian left the Man Butcher alive, wiping away his Black Fire spell. The Man Butcher could still die from the leg wound. Zarian left just enough vitality for the hardcore warrior to have a chance at surviving. Back on his feet, Zarian returned to the T-section. He walked past the Infernal Witch, who stayed put in her crater, rubbing the handprint around her neck. Her dark eyes set in the sunken hollows of her sockets rotated to follow his heavy march. Zarian stopped. The Infernal Witch quivered in deep…
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He was all healed up now. The wounds from the dungeon boss had faded away with time and some subtle healing from Gilbert. But vitality was one part health and another part stamina. Zarian hadn’t given himself adequate rest since the night he’d blown a hole through the mansion’s roof from the kitchen. He could feel the weariness, and that would affect his vitality. Something out there in the endless darkness watched him. Zarian felt it and more. His awareness kept expanding. Rapidly, too. Then he…
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Zarian signaled for one of his spectral spiders to appear on Naomi’s shoulder. The spider admitted a pale blue and white glow, like an actual ghost. Even while visible, they were still see-through. The spider gave Naomi a friendly wave with its foreleg. She gave it a wave with her finger before the spider crawled into her mouth, wriggling past her full lips and disappearing inside. Naomi shivered and twitched. Then her eyes rolled up, showing white, before rolling back to normal. She blinked rapidly…
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Zarian watched as the kitchen exploded into a meta-gaming affair, everyone else debating and questioning which class he’d picked. This was why he’d held back from telling Hannah. It was fun to see how everyone would react and how they would debate each other to figure out his most likely choice. Things became competitive, too. Naomi wanted to win. Zarian lounged back in his seat on the kitchen counter as he sipped more from his delicious beer. The shouting was growing louder in volume at this point.…
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Zarian watched as Naomi and Gilbert kept their mouths shut, which was wise of them. Bianca, of course, didn’t sense the tension in the air. She bounced giddily and threw her hand up. “Surprise! It was my idea!” Then Bianca furrowed her brow. “Wait, how did you know? You’ve been gone for three days! Naomi was about to take on the entire Hemlock Family.” “I really was,” Naomi admitted. “I was tracking a few gangs and underworld groups with spectral spiders. Then me and Hannah got tossed…
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Zarian was back in charge. He’d felt it the moment Hannah accepted his hug and pleaded for him to take the lead like usual. Other than her acting cute and bratty, which was fairly unexpected, Zarian had felt a shift in the atmosphere from that switch in roles. He couldn’t describe what it was exactly, but he tried anyway. Zarian didn’t think deeply about it. Such thoughts were too freaky and meta for his own Fractured Mind. Instead, he focused on the gains! Glorious, wonderful, splendid…
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