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With it, the seventh core was born. 

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

With it, the seventh core was born. 

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

"Stay… absolutely… still."

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

He did not need to guess the identity of that someone, really. Who could have manipulated the events of the siege of Twilight? It had to have been the Mad Prince… himself… who had stabbed his master in the back. 

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

Sunny felt a bit weird for a moment. It was as if she was asking him to open a jar of pickles for her… whatever that was. In any case, the jagged piece of black rock was not a jar of any sort. Instead, it was a mystical stone that was rumored to be a fragment of the Estuary. 

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

"Doofus?! What the… why on… how are you here?!"

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

"I don't know, my Lord. Perhaps they are — all except Weaver, who did not participate in the Doom War. War God, Sun God, Beast God, Storm God, Heart God, and Shadow God… their reflections should be here. The same goes for the daemons — the Demon of Desire, the Demon of Dread, the Demon of Choice, the Demon of Imagination, and the Demon of Repose. Oh… and the sixth one. Uh… I seemed to be forgetting her title…"

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

One of its hands seemed to be missing. 

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

There was no time to think. Starting to move, Sunny connected the minds of the seven Masters together through the Blessing of Dusk. 

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

This was indeed the desert Nephis had once tried to cross. The one that lay east of the Forgotten Shore, stretching far and wide along the Hollow Mountains.

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

This was indeed the desert Nephis had once tried to cross. The one that lay east of the Forgotten Shore, stretching far and wide along the Hollow Mountains.

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

This was indeed the desert Nephis had once tried to cross. The one that lay east of the Forgotten Shore, stretching far and wide along the Hollow Mountains.

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

A gargantuan Nightmare Gate tore the world into pieces, dwarfing the battlefield as it cut through the sky and manifested itself into existence. 

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

'What the hell… am I supposed… to be happy to see this revolting thing?' 

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

Elysia looked at Mark and said in an ice-cold voice, "Call him 'Great Lord Evan' You lowlife"

Necromancer Of The Shadows

Fantasy · Zero_writer

Fragile. 

Shadow Slave

Fantasy · Guiltythree

"I think you can already guess what they are. They mostly involve offensive actions and situations where the Thorn Project mechs are either by themselves or stuck in chaotic battlefields. My spearman mech is heavily reliant on organization and numbers. If either of these factors are not present, the Sentinel mech pilots will find it quite difficult to perform at their best."

The Mech Touch

Sci-fi · Exlor

The mech thrust so much of itself into his mind that he couldn't really make sense of it all. That obviously didn't bother the Pontifical Lance. Whatever it was doing, the bond between them continued to grow stronger.

The Mech Touch

Sci-fi · Exlor