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It was the middle of the night, moonless as it had been for so many countless cycles. I remember when there once was a moon, it was the prettiest thing in the dark sky. Those days were long gone, however. Now, there weren’t even stars, just a dull glow from the shell above us. It
Author’s Note: Apologies for the late release. We were in transition over a new editor, so that’s why it took us so long to publish. Moving forward, iepie122 will be the featured as the editor. When she arrived home after the first combat training she gave, Kasumi went straight for a shower and bath. As she
Arc 1 – Lost Ch. 5 – Fire My eyes darted around the rocky room from left to right, seeking for whoever had saved us from the immediate peril of the Minotaur. The place I found myself in was a gigantic underground dome of rocks. There were multiple entrances here and there, there
I’m not sure how much time has passed, but I feel so energized and full! It’s been ages since I last felt as nice. Surely Food and Food Source are safe. They tell me to use their names, but they are so hard to remember. Mika and Tristain? So complicated. Food just makes so much
Who knew god battles would be boring?
She’s….dead…. Her mind processed this reality before her. Her first friend had died before her eyes at the hands of that demon. “….Ah………” W-Why? Why….her? She questioned the cruel reality. Her heartbeat thumped heavily in her chest. She somehow rose to her feet, ignoring her injuries and the pain still screaming at her. Again, with
Author’s Note: Hey guys, usually this would be at the bottom, but as you know I’ve been on hiatus for a while (Longer than expected) and this is the first chapter in a long time. I’m looking into improving the stat calculation for Taki, as at the moment it will be ridiculous to calculate. Please
“Che. Ow, ow ow.” I watched Tristain rub his crimson cheek with his good hand and stood up uneasily, trying not to jostle his injuries. He walked over to the Lillia Tree, and stroked one of her branches. He felt the bark’s smooth texture, with his fingers, evaluating it, before commenting. “Huh. Odd.”