Sophia Garcia
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Nobody stopped him to ask or plead again as he made his way to the perimeter of the populated area. Most of them kept their distance, though others still looked longingly his way in hopes that he’d see them and would make an offer himself. A lot of them were scared, and rightfully so, in his opinion. He had a maniac spider with him, after all. The countdown timer continued to tick down. Eleven minutes remained. He let out a slow breath of contentment and stretched his arms while he sat. The sun’s…
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He tried opening the vase by unscrewing the lid along the top, but it wouldn’t budge after a certain point. Not wanting to break it, he just grimaced in irritation and placed it back in the bag before hefting the bag over one shoulder while smiling at a kid who accidentally bumped into his leg. “No worries, man!” Riven stated calmly as the little boy apologized profusely and began to slink back over to his wary parents a few yards away. “HISSSSS! Begone, peasant child! BEFORE I EAT YOU!” He…
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The Blood Weaver turned around, dropped the intestines and scurried over to him. Wrapping her two front legs around his own right leg, Athela nuzzled up against him with her face. “WE DID IT! I WAS SO WORRIED WE’D DIE! Mother would have scolded me if I’d died right after my first summoning.” Shaking his head at the injustice of being yanked back and forth through various realities, he sagged his shoulders and bent down to give Athela some petting—which she very obviously enjoyed before she…
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A second later and Athela was there, flashing by and rapid-firing hardened The wolf furiously roared and blasted a green toxin cloud around its position to shake the demonic spider off. Meanwhile, necrotic venom from Athela’s fangs was injected into its spine in a counterattack. The venom from her silver fangs was black, creeping along the joints of the zombie’s exposed vertebrae and causing pieces of bone to rot off, while the cloud of toxic gas seemed unable to affect the demon at all. The larger…
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The words Riven’s opponent spoke were rough and filled with intent to kill, though Riven thought the choice of insult rather odd. Still, the look of disgust on his enemy’s countenance illuminated by moonlight was more than enough to let Riven know he wouldn’t be given any mercy…which again only made the things he had to do easier for Riven to go through with. But the bald man wasn’t done speaking. Or rather, the man was shouting due to the distance between them. He stepped forward to point at…
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Ah, so he did have to acquire the subpillars one by one. Or if he didn’t, he’d at least be utilizing these spells via the Unholy pillar and paying a greater price to cast them. Riven immediately got to work. Now that he had a solid base of knowledge to work off in terms of spell casting, he was able to progress at a much more rapid pace. Even without the Blood subpillar currently within him, he was still able to force mana out of his soul and into his palms along the mana channels that his initial…
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Riven flipped yet another page, curiosity getting the better of him as he continued to read without pause or boredom. Allie and Jose would have loved this kind of stuff, and he couldn’t help but wonder what they were going through right now. His mind began to wander, and worry set in about whether or not they were okay. They needed to survive their own trials in order to be reunited with him, according to the system’s early message when he’d first split off, but he had no way of telling whether or…
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Athela looked around the small island, gazing up at some of the other floating islands in the starlit sky and then down to the crashing waves of the sea below. Then she looked back up to him with a confused expression and poked him with a foot. “So… What is this place?” Riven shrugged, put his hands on his hips, and yawned loudly. “Beats me. Something about the quest for Chalgathi’s Lineage. Know anything about it?” The spider raised a leg, paused, and then slowly retracted it while shaking…
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He looked over the items list first, choosing the Crude Scythe for a couple reasons despite his regrets on wanting the mana regeneration from the staff or the protection of the amulet. Of course, this was all assuming that — That brought him to the next choices: his two abilities. He’d already decided what he wanted before he’d selected the scythe, and he was relatively certain it was a good combination. The first ability tome he picked was both a crowd-control and damage-over-time…
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[Part three of three in the Chalgathi’s Lineage Quest now commencing. Death stalks the living as you tread down the path of the Novice Warlock. However, Chalgathi demands sacrifice to receive his gift…and the blood of your peers is the price he demands. Notice: You have been granted early access to the class title Novice Warlock. One hundred participants in this trial now remain. Only fifty will leave here alive. Accept the class title, pick your starter pack, pick your bonded starter minion, and…
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