Sophia Garcia
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The city rumbled as The Gambler’s body tore through the black earth and soared towards the abyssal heavens. The hive mind creature roiled and surged, exploding in volume by the second while thousands of demons - none of which were pushovers - all made a mad rush from various spots of hiding. They came from the nearby buildings, from up in the darkened sky, and from across the central portal vortex as the creatures of Greed tore forward. Gluttony’s mind addressed Riven with a malevolent chuckle,…
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Riven sent out another pulse, using his mana as a kind of echo-location tactic just like he’d been taught to do by Lillith over the past months. It worked like a charm. He’d picked up on a number of stealthed individuals already, though he was sure that there were some he’d probably missed given the insider information from the priest of The Scythe that Allie had talked to. Individuals like Fimrindle in the reaper casts would be far harder to sense than the spies, other potential enemy assassins,…
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They ate, breathed, cultivated, trained, and fought in the arena events to test their progress. Then they slept and repeated - with only a few exceptions to spare. Each of their soul lattices were slowly building up, but the descent down through the abyss had still been on standby. Despite Gluttony’s urge to find Purity’s Reincarnation, the so-called Seventh Wing, Greed’s ‘Gambler’ had provided them with information that was vague at best. Not only that, but if the two sins did go after the…
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The inside of the compound was a lot fancier and far more colorful than Riven would have thought, considering the dark and dreary outside that was so commonplace here in the descent. Brilliantly colored paintings of scenes from other worlds hung from the walls, platinum trimming lined polished white marble hallways, colorful plants that obviously weren’t native to this place thrived under small artificial suns at crossways between passages, and large workshops of different types were set out for…
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The small, private practice room was illuminated with only faintly glowing mana stones embedded into the walls. Lillith nodded, hands clasped behind her back. “Change stance.” Riven’s shirtless body shifted in a wave of crimson, and to the observers it looked like that he was reforming himself from the blood around him in an instant - rather than actually moving his limbs. “Change stance.” She repeated. Again he shifted, instantly moving into the next stance as instructed as the blood mana…
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The training regimens were brutal for everyone, but most of all - Fay continued to have the hardest time. They pushed her the most because she was, above all, the least useful. And thus she tried the hardest. On one of the abandoned peaks surrounding the city of the Abyssal Descent on Floor 1, she remained sitting in meditation just like she’d been doing for what seemed to be days on end now. Time did not seem to have substance here in this state of everlasting torment, as the cyclic rotations of her…
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The dining area was in the very center of their mayan-like compound on the uppermost floor in an open-air platform, surrounded by vine-covered pillars and a golden roof that only covered the outer perimeter where the food tables were. The inner square had many dozens of large circular stone tables covered in white silk, along with vibrant flowers of numerous colors for decoration. Instead of chairs they had soft decorative pillows to sit on, and it gave him a very oriental vibe. Riven was positioned at…
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Riven moved through the steps that’d been drilled into him over the past month, shifting his body while simultaneously using his mana to enhance his reflexes even outside the realm of his speed buff Blessing of the Crow. When the draconic man Jerakie slashed out at him with his flaming green claws and tried to enter close combat, Riven would kite him with a ceaseless barrage of roaring black and red. When he wasn’t able to riftwalk or dodge effectively, he’d deflect with his spear-staff and utilize…
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Commander Redgar of the human alliance watched in awe as Jorgi the Destroyer and this unknown archdemon laid waste to the underground in sector B12. Through camera footage, he and a good amount of the officers under his leadership were staring at a few screens on different angles where the titanic monsters crashed into each other with a speed and ferocity that outmatched anything any of them could ever hope to achieve. Not only that, but Jorgi was slowly losing. The pompous, arrogant mass murderer was…
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Having left The Abyssal Descent was far easier with the system itself helping her out, and she’d even been granted a ‘Return to The Abyssal Descent’ button on her status page even despite being able to return to her master with her demonic summoning. Perhaps there were normally restrictions on such things when concerning pocket realms? Athela wasn’t quite sure. But with Riven, Azmoth, Fay, and Genua all being cooped up in Lillith’s training regimens that were now picking up with intensity -…
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