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That...was good. He didn't need climax and death-defying battles now, to be happy, somewhat, that Wendy had managed to wrest herself free from Vermillion's control. So it was possible, after all. Perhaps still with something lost, but perhaps too, with a chance to regain that too, if Chibi Magi...

170 Huh. The situation, with the Slimodile itself being ripped up to shreds but basically almost everyone else on death's door as well, was...a questionable scenario, so to say! Perhaps the beast was mightier than expected, or perhaps they had all become rusty since the Kurungaar Broodmother...

145 “Pioneers in the truest sense,” Cain echoed, allowing just a glimmer of genuine interest to shine through. The Explorer’s League had been impressive in some form, but there was a grand difference between unwieldy caravans trawling through the jungles and a sleek magitech vehicle that could...

What could not be seen could still be divined, and what he saw in the stars sparkling in Wendel's eyes was...concerning. Four years had done much for him as an individual, but whatever the fuck was going on with Magi Heart had only gotten worse over the years. Perhaps it was an improvement, that...

There was poetry there. Unexpected poetry, coming from a man otherwise so stoic and straightforward. But beyond that, there was the thirst, wasn't there? A hunger seething, a greed revealing. Obsessions stalked all those within Terrasphere, and Ordnung's was certainly one that was grand in...

"That's a lotta killing and dying," Cain laughed, bringing her to one of the unattended fires. The two of them sat on the stumps as he pulled out some spiced wine from his inventory, as well as parcels of bamboo-leaf-wrapped rice and some cured, skewered fish. "And I've got plenty of drinks...

170 "It looks like..." Oh, huh! Interesting! As the quartet strode off, Cain pointed the bounty out to them once more. "...the Adventurer's Guild actually appears to be starting up a new exchangeable currency that they've named Hero Coins, presumably tokens that can be swapped over for real...

145 Magdalyn. Only the vaguest memories surfaced. Of haunted homes and of the excitement that fear brought. More people he’d have to reconnect with, it seemed. More people who, knowing the true nature of Terrasphere, still sought to enjoy it as it was. Perhaps there was a spark of insanity...

Shadows stalked the long and winding alleyways of Old Stokbon, the last fragments of the Stokbon that Cain once recognized, in a city that was rapidly gentrifying. It wasn't by coincidence that he came across the scene, of desperate thieves not knowing what exactly they were threatening there...

“Such titles aren’t for you, m’lady,” Cain replied, “But rather for those who’ll hear tales of your valor and breakthroughs for generations to come, whilst still obfuscating your true identity. It’s simply…rational, no?” Well, perhaps there was a line of logic there, but the fact of the matter...

145 A little music in the night. A little wine for the mood. Vintergard, ill-fated, remained still in one form or another, its ruins sunk into shadow and bathed in moonlight, machinery click-clacking unseen by eyes unaccustomed to the night. The afterglow of the sunset still rimmed the...

Four days had elapsed since the fall of the Broodmother. Since a reunion most unexpected. Since his world had changed, and perhaps not fully for the better. Still, it had been four days since he felt like himself again, and Cain was ready to start working again. Beyond whatever the factions...

"But we're still able to meet here." Though she was nothing like the Danielle from four years past. Probably wouldn't have used her words nearly so well these days, not when she packed a stungun in her purse and a chip in her shoulder. "So it's worth it, isn't it?" No matter the struggle, no...

A brow raised, but it smoothed out as the atmosphere changed. The bluebird wore her mask well, after all, and though he wished her the best, as he did with all players who plunged headfirst into Terrasphere whilst aware of its dangers, of how directly it would savage even the greatest amongst...

“Pure spontaneity exists only in fiction, dear Fiora,” Cain replied, snapping his finger in her direction. “Beyond that, we are all molded by circumstance and culture, drawn towards certain paths more often than others. As can be seen, though so many here imbibe freely in the liquors of their...

So it had taken its roots after all. The excitement of near-death, the fear that draws one to delve further and further into the abyss, mistaking anxiety with attraction, building bonds upon suspension bridges. He had experienced it himself, after all. The highest of highs and the lowest of...

“The Rootleech is a mixed existence. It is not a construct, guided by binary laws inscribed to it by its creator, nor is it a beast, born organically through generations of necessary evolution. It can not be considered part of nature, of course, parasitic as it is and having none of the...

170 A Regulator, here in the Dragontail? Cain let out a bark, a laugh, at the sheer coincidence of it all. Misfortune, that they would emerge here of all places; a frontline held by a single support. Fortune, that they were in such proximity with each other; no fear of being bombarded by...

“Well, endless may be pushing it,” Cain replied. “Physical punishment remains an indulgence in sadism, no matter how justified one perceives it.” If one had no qualms with immoral behavior though, nor any delusions of being a righteous hero, that would be of no consequence though. And...

Cain couldn't help but chuckle at the barrage of questions that came his way. It was good that Kyra was a quick study, even better that she homed in immediately on the most pertinent details of the work involved. But, perhaps, in the case of the purple-haired beastkin, a desire for conversation...