Raising The Dead

Gimme Time. I am dying

When my normal attacks failed me, what else could I rely on but good, old-fashioned brawling? Granted, I wasn’t an expert on fists of fury, but there were other ways to fight that didn’t count as a direct attack. Somehow, Orwitz’s strikes didn’t register as such, so a loophole existed. Lau could often damage me

The thundering sound of an army approaching could be heard from the city gates of Bryansk. Already, the walls were lined with gunners, their weapons in hand for the inevitable battle. Standing almost shoulder to shoulder, the remaining Purnesian Army had been forced to flee all the way to their final bastion. Now, the remaining

I couldn’t remember what happened. I simply woke up with a sore head and the sound of sharp breathing behind me. One moment, I was walking with Saki, her hand pulling my arm forward, and the next, darkness. I buzzed away the lingering cobwebs as I tried to analyze the situation I was in. On

I couldn’t bring myself to fault Ludmila after facing off against her. The girl had always been a follower, unwilling to think for herself. And despite the blade coming towards me, I almost felt happy. Happy that she had decided to finally seek her own path. The burning eyes of determination, different from the blank

The rumble of life once again roared around Ludmila as the chime of the final bell tapered off. In the next blink of an eye, movement returned to its normal flow. “GAHHH!!!” Claude yelled, realizing that he had been stabbed. To him, she had disappeared and reappeared before him, totally causing him to step back

Ludmila dashed forward, her arm thrusting sharply. The knife pointed at her opponent this time was not Urkan, but the Master that she chose to follow in this world, Claude Evers. In her mind, the corruption that started to plague him made her recall how deep the evil had been rooted within Urkan. Once she

“Once again…” Ludmila stared in shock at the scene before her. Even though it was a fragment of her past, the horrific brutality of seeing her sibling ripped from her mother had not dulled in the slightest. It made her gag. It filled her with a sense of utter hatred and despair. It threatened to

Over a week earlier, the royal castle of Sistina was abuzz with a plan of its own. After Queen Katalina successfully created a set of portals that allowed for quick travel between Faulkner and Fort Valga, it was time to visit Sanshiro and Macali in an act of diplomacy and install entryways there as well.

I rubbed my eyes before checking with Saki, but her expression had the same sense of wonder that was on my face. Plowing through the lines of soldiers, two people in full body ‘sentai’ suits, complete with the helmet, whizzed through the crowd like unstoppable forces of nature. It didn’t matter whether they guarded the

I made my way back to our encampment, the emptied-out City of Rivne that sat on the southern border wall of the inner capital region. This seemed like the final spurt before we would take over Purnesia, and then, end this pointless war. We had already lost far too much, even as we gained ground