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Rainwater dripped down the windows of Tzheitza’s potion shop. It wasn’t her first time seeing rain in this new world. One night while traveling to Lyria, she had needed to pitch her tent early. Thankfully, the tent was water proof and kept her and everything she carried dry, though packing it up in the morning hadn’t been all that comfortable. But it had only rained that one evening, providing ample time for her tent to dry over the next night. Still, it was somewhat nostalgic. When younger, she…-
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Alyssa’s hand ached. Muscles in the palm of her hand and her wrist were all cramped up. They shouldn’t be. She had only been practicing drawing a perfect circle for two hours. Back in her grade school days, she had written pretty much all day long for twelve years straight. Two hours holding a pencil should have been a cinch. Haha. No. By the end of it, her fingers had been locked in place. Her knuckles crackled and popped when she finally set down the fountain pen. She hadn’t even been using ink…
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Alyssa blinked. She was staring at Irulon for some reason. The princess had a look of genuine surprise on her face, but she quickly schooled it away behind her smile, which opened right up as her lips began to flap. Noise came out. Vibrations in the air that might as well have been static on a radio for all Alyssa could understand it. So she didn’t bother trying. Instead, she focused on herself. Moving ever so slightly rubbed her the wrong way. She was soaking wet. Sweat poured off every inch of her…
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The Royal Observatorium of Demonic, Divine, and Miraculous Phenomena. Alyssa would be lying if she said that she wasn’t nervous. Her life had become so surreal. Angels, alternate worlds, monsters, magic. She had even helped stop a war, or something close enough to it. Sure, the Black Prince would probably have cleared out all the monsters without too much trouble, but the ringleader would have gotten away. And the shadow assassins… Alyssa still wasn’t sure what they were. Some sort of invisible…
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Oz stood near the potion shop’s front door, wearing his scale mail vest. He had a sword on one hip and a short dagger on the other. The same equipment she had seen him wear on the night of the attack. None of it looked to be in a good condition anymore. The scales in his vest were torn here and there, including a fairly large gash around the side of his ribs, though it didn’t cut far into the under armor. Alyssa couldn’t see the sword with its sheath in the way, but the dagger’s formerly sharp…
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This was such a bad idea. Such a bad idea. The worst part: She had known it was a bad idea well before trying anything. But what was she supposed to do? Go to the Astral Authority? There was a good chance they wouldn’t act with how… chaotic things had been in the past few thousand years. And if they did act… Tenebrael could disappear. She didn’t want that. They were friends. They had been friends and Iosefael wanted to believe that they still were. Which was why this was up to her. She…
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Alyssa stumbled over her words again and again. Every mess-up only served to make her more nervous, resulting in more and more mistakes. She wasn’t even sure if she was still intelligible, but the prince hadn’t interrupted her so she hadn’t stopped. When the Black Prince had first turned to her and asked what had happened, she had nearly fainted. It was like being addressed by Darth Vader. He had such an imposing presence. An aura of terror radiated from his armor, filling her with a dread that…
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The little guard shack on the Brechen Overlook had a small table inside. Where there once had been cards scattered all over its surface—playing cards, not the magical spell cards—there were now weapons. A bandoleer covered in orbs. Three daggers. A modern combat knife. Two pistols. An assortment of ammunition and a handful of Rank Zero spell cards. The only thing missing was Alyssa’s shotgun. Of course, Alyssa’s captors hadn’t just left her with her primary weapon. The leader of the group was…
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The city of Lyria was roughly triangular in shape, though the walls followed the terrain more than they bridged straight lines between the towers. Buildings had been built outside the city as well, rounding out the angled borders. Those exterior dwellings were considered entirely separate villages by the city, apparently populated with farmers that tended the exterior fields for the most part, but they intermingled enough with the main city for that distinction to only matter to tax collectors. To the…
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The air had changed. The night before, when she had been following after Cid and Bacco, and earlier in the day, when she had visited the Observatorium and the Waterhole, everything had been peaceful. Calm. Maybe not perfectly peaceful. She had passed by one or two more energetic arguments, but nothing that seemed like it would have affected her. There was a tension in the air that could be cut. A palpable sensation that something was wrong. Alyssa already knew what that something was, but for everyone…
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