Sophia Garcia
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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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“OH GODS!” Athela cried, dramatically flopping onto the floor with a splat - as the blood she was covered in made a woman-sized smudge on the floor around her. “I WANT TO DIE! A PRINCESS SHOULD NOT BE SUBJECT TO THIS KIND OF BRUTAL TORTURE! PHYSICAL LABOR IS FOR PEASANTS, NOT A PRINCESS SUCH AS I!” Lillith for her part, stepped over Athela’s prone form and quickly joined Riven at the ornate round table of food where he was already starting to eat from - surrounded by servants of various demonic…
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Days passed them by, and then days turned into weeks. Riven was predominantly thrown into five different types of public events, and he lost a little more than half of them on average. They were one on one duels, team battles, survival courses where 20 people had a free for all in an ever-changing and violent environment that was constantly trying to kill them, sensory deprivation fights where sight and sound were removed, and finally - one versus many. Inbetween fights he’d be set aside while other…
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Metal boots and greaves were secured and tight. Messenger snapped on like a second skin and Jackal flashed into his hand as the crowds roared, and he tossed the spare spatial sack he’d borrowed off to the side just before the high priest called for the fight to start. Barriers all around the arena went up and the drums echoed around them. Despite being here to improve himself and follow up on his shortcomings, there was certainly a large part of Riven that wanted to prove all of them wrong. To show…
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