Now, this may be a bit alarming to some of you, but alas it’s something, which NEEDS to be drilled into some of your THICK skulls!
Competition isn’t inherently good, I know, I know, I can practically hear some of you already screaming with foam shooting from your mouths.
Yes, competition can drive innovation, possibly even force people to reach heights they wouldn’t dream of without the push, and might even lead companies to slash prices, saving countless people credits.
But, did you notice the theme here?
“CAN!” “POSSIBLY!” “MIGHT!”
Competition is capable of leading to many great things, but something so many seem to outright ignore, is how the positive outcomes are only possibilities.
A chance shared with the absolutely terrible outcomes, and in many systems those terrible ones are the very thing driving success, after all, in order for there to be a winner first someone has to lose…Then there’s the oh so common race to the bottom, which spans countless worlds.
The point, where those who are most willing to abandon their morals are rewarded with success.
Who after all, can compete with slave labor, products cut with filler, or goods produced from stolen materials?
Pure competition, without any kind of regulation, can very easily give rise to monsters, who take what they want, and shatter entire worlds in the name of profit!
Which isn’t to say that other systems are significantly better or without their own inherent flaws.
It’s just, well, a reminder that, blind trust in anything, hides the dangers lurking in the dark, and when we forget about them.
They find us when we least expect it, and take from us, all they can.
So once again, competition isn’t inherently good, it’s a means to an end, a means to power, to control, and whoever stands on the top makes the rules.
The words of a star who crushed far too many with potential greater than their own
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“A pleasure doing business with you, the credits have cleared, and our finest company will be deployed immediately.” A male orc with short stubby tusks, dark green skin, dressed in a fine black suit, and built like a linebacker says, before giving a little bow.
Excitement fills Aurisa, and causes her words to come out a bit faster.
“Excellent, how long will it take until I receive word?” He rises from his chair with a smile covering his face “With the amount you paid, the forces will arrive in a day, and after that everything should be settled rather quickly.” He pauses “Well, forced into a stale mate, at which point it will be up to your warrior to settle things, as per the contract, regicide is outside of the scope, but we can always renegotiate if they’re not up to the task.” Aurisa settles back into her chair, ease sinking into her body.”That will be more than adequate, may we have a long lasting partnership, until then.” The Orc then fades away in a flash of blue mana, while Aurisa stares at her status screen.
Recent Purchase
200 million credits – A tier 30 mercenary company, capable of standing toe to toe with nearly any established force in the cosmos, but… The purchase cost will be negotiated upon arrival of the broker, and the one million credit fee, only secures the initial consultation, but will be factored into any contact reached, but is non refundable.
Credits come, and go so fast, but at least this will finally be the end of it all.
“Even if it won’t really be us ending it.” She looks off into the ocean imagining Hesto “I wonder, how many have even managed to stay alive, until now…”
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The castle runs red with blood, Salazar guards covered in silver plates are being dragged into the courtyard by their limbs.
Their heads, being dragged through the dirt, and bouncing around the damaged stone floors, without being shown even an ounce of respect.
The ones doing the dragging are Salazar covered in red plates, the victors!
The revolutionaries!
Yet the pile of corpses in the throne room, the bodies of those covered in golden plates, royals, but almost entirely noncombatants made up of maids, butlers, the old, woman, and children… for some reason doesn’t make them all feel like liberators, but it also certainly wasn’t enough to stop them from being a part of the killing.
Osmond stands in the middle of it all, and he relishes it, the ones who stood above him for so long have all been laid low, reduced to the worthless sacks of meat they’ve always been.
He feels free, he feels powerful, he feels in control, as a golden orb slowly swirls in the palm of his hand.
His mana filling it with a dark red glow, the orb of royalty, the symbol of leadership, now under his control.
He’s the king now, and able to do whatever he wants.
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A cerulean cyclone, mana swirls around like hurricane winds, as energy pours out of Vie’s body, and she stands in the center of it all.
More than a hundred thousand mana spinning in her chamber, before it slams together, and forms into a single glowing crystal.
For a moment it just hovers in the air, but then there’s a snap, and a figure covered from head to toe in crystal platemail appears.
Tier One Ghostly Arcane Mage
“One down.” The mana density in the chamber instantly plummets, and the arcane crystals even begin to dim.
“Hey!
Ugh, stupid low density!” Hmm, Vie grabs her chin in thought “I guess, I’ll make ten of you or just keep making you, until the mana rate is going up faster than it’s going down, but then I’ll be leaving a massive chunk of crystal here.” She looks at the arcane mage, who is just staring back at her.
“Or I could simply do all of this at my new tower.” “Grumble” Vie pokes one of her pockets “I of course mean our tower, and don’t worry we’ll be settled in soon enough.” She then squints off into the distance
I wonder how much my architect has actually managed to accomplish?
Before, grabbing her core, bursting into the air, and flying towards the ocean, while a dark shiver races down the back of a certain undead.
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Yellow eyes begin to flicker, as the last of the mana fills into its body, and something hungry rises from the ground.
Its eyes roam around the little stone chamber it awakens in, before the heat of bodies bloom into focus.
Dozens of humans, just a few feet away, and it charges towards them in an instant.
It flies through the exit, and into a crowded chamber filled with people, but only a single person’s eyes are drawn towards the movement, before the zombie rams into a man’s back.
Air bursts out of his lungs, and sounds like a balloon being popped, before the zombie’s teeth find flesh.
Screams erupt from the man’s mouth, he barely even sounds human as chunks of his flesh are torn off, and blood comes gushing out of his body.
While everyone else in the chamber stands frozen in shock, and watch as a man is torn apart like a piece of meat.
Each crunch sends a shudder through the crowd, until someone yells, and it’s like a spell has been broken.
The chamber then fills with the sound of everyone screams, as practically everyone rushes over to the zombie, and starts hitting it with whatever they can.
In the end, both bodies are smashed to pieces, and the blood covered survivors gather around the mush.
Doing what humans do best, shouting, arguing, and placing blame.
“The undead are already trying to kill us!
Look what they’ve done!” “We have to get out of here, at any moment these monsters could kill us!” “I told you, I told all of you something like this would happen.” “BE QUIET!” The crowd stills as Carter makes his way to the bodies.
“We all knew we couldn’t trust the undead it’s -” Screams then break out from around the camp, and the thump of metal boots pounding into the floor start to echo off the walls.
Thump
Thump
Thump
Undead come marching in, while undead specters fill the air, watching everyone as they drift, and beeline right towards the sounds of the ruckus.
They stop right in front of the building, and form into solid columns, before a wave of grey mana erupts from them.
The mana slams into the wall, causing the stone to crumble, falling apart like safety glass, without rising any dust, and reveals the mess.
Dead bodies, along with people covered in gore, and that’s when the undead part.
Veronica is walking down the middle of the path with a couple of managers walking beside her.
“Two dead? That’s unfortunate.” She then turns her eyes searching for someone in the crowd, until she sees a man.
He’s athletic, with an attractive face filled with laugh lines, and she points at him, at Vander Steel.
“That one.” Undead surge into the crowd, shoving people out of their way, and causing people to literally fall over each other as they try to get out of the way.
Veronica stares down at Vander with a bored feeling radiating from her body.
“Six million mana, how could you ever pay that back, and maybe more importantly, if we leave you here, what’s going to stop you from killing more people?” “I never kill-” light green mana pours into Vander’s mouth not only silencing him, but causing his body to float in the air.
“You can’t do this!” Veronica turns towards Carter “Defending a murderer, really?” “The only murder here is-” A pulse of the same pale green mana radiates from Veronica’s body, not only silencing every sound around her, but sending her voice throughout the entire prison.
“Things aren’t going to keep going on this way, if someone brings harm to another or even kills them, we will take them, and the fate awaiting them will be one far worse than death.” Veronica’s eyes drift throughout the crowd, and even those far away can feel her eyes digging into them.
“Furthermore, from now on, we will be offering five pounds of food for every two hundred mana paid towards your debt. We’ve found ourselves in a bit of a difficult situation, but we don’t have to be enemies, and your stay here will only be as difficult as you make it.”
Her voice then fades, bringing sound back to the prison, and a red faced Carter seems just about ready to explode.
“You say that after kidnapping one of our own, and threatening to starve every single last one of us, if we don’t do what you want!” Veronica stares at Carter, he’s standing in front of the crowd of people, while some of the undead are glaring at him, but she barely even reacts.
“Ultimately, you’re all free to make your own choices, and to believe what you want, but remember this, if we wanted you all dead, you already would be.” She then lifts her hand, and the undead begin marching out with a floating Vader trailing along with them.
Carter meanwhile marshals in front of the crowd, standing on the rubble, and passionately waves his arms in the air, as he speaks.
“You heard them, an undead sneaks in here, and kills a couple of ours. And instead of taking responsibility for what they did, somehow, it’s all their fault, somehow, they have the nerve to come in here, and tell us that they can kill all of us whenever they want to! That, unless we do exactly what they want, they’re going to starve us, but you know what I think? I think they unleashed that undead in here in an attempt to get us to fall in line, and that they need our mana, a hell of a lot more than they’re letting on!” He then begins to chant, while holding his fist into the air
“We shouldn’t pay!”
“We shouldn’t pay!”
“WE SHOULDN’T PAY!”
The chant grows with every person who repeats it, while other people begin to throw in their own words.
“We’re not going to pay!”
“If they want our mana they’re going to have to claw it out of our bodies!”
Some of the crowd though, don’t seem nearly as committed, and one of them even wanders over to the nearest wall to check out this whole food for mana thing.
Beliefs are cool, and all, but they certainly don’t fill one’s belly.
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Glowing, the freshly paved roads, combined with the arcane walls transforms the city into a glowing wonder land, yet even though it’s the dead of night.
The streets are still filled with people wandering, all of whom are drawn to the spectacle of Vander being paraded down the crystal road.
His prone body still has a trail of mana coming from his mouth, cutting quite the impression, but no one even thinks to question Veronica or the hulking eight foot undead walking beside her, and then at long last, she arrives at her destination.
One of the many plots set aside for housing, with the basic outline already set, but this one is different, this one already has walls being built, in fact it’s even close to being fully completed, and it even has a thin door of arcane crystal at the front.
Veronica nods towards the undead, and they somehow completely disappear, fading from sight in an area filled with light, and then she knocks on the door.
After a few moments, one Thomas Desmond appears, and she doesn’t even waste a second.
“I have a question for you.”
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Right, as I was almost asleep, of course something would have to happen.
My eyes groggily shift awake, as I drag myself out of my mound of various furs, before shambling my way to the door that some one is still endlessly knocking on.
The first thing I notice is Veronica, who always seems too chipper for a bag of bones, but then again, it’s not like there’s a whole lot of expression on that skull of hers.
So who really knows what’s going on in that head of hers, but I guess it’s more a vibe thing… My eyes then notice the floating body, the one with a trail of mana coming out of his mouth, and then Veronica is speaking.
“I have a question for you.” My eyes rapidly blink, staring at the floating body, trying to make sure that I’m actually awake, then she walks in front of the body, and stares directly into my eyes.
Her eyes made of cold blue flame stare right into me “What exactly is-?” She turns her head “This man killed someone, and is directly responsible for the deaths of one other, what do you think should be done with them?” My head shifts, going from Veronica to the body, and then back again.
“Why exactly do you keep asking me questions like this?” She walks around the body, until it’s floating in the middle of us.
“Do you not want to know what’s going on or give your perspective on what’s happening in the city?” I hesitate, this somehow feels like a trap “Of course I do, but it almost feels like you’re trying to make me responsible for the decisions you’re making.”
Veronica chuckles, the sound of her voice echoes down the street.
“Aren’t you though, doesn’t everyone here, bare some responsibility for choices we make?” I grow still, before stretching, and my bones creak.
“I guess we do.” My head turns back towards the man, before I face Veronica.
“Options, a special prison just for them, where we try to reform them, keep them isolated for decades, wipe away everything that makes them who they are or… we kill them.” Veronica fingers interlink between her hands the silk gloves she’s wearing sliding together seamlessly.
“Reasonable options, now pick one.” I lean my head back against my door before releasing a low sigh, perhaps some part of me already knowing what I’m going to choose.
“All those choices carry some level of risk, which I would say we really don’t need right now, my vote would be that we kill them, if they’re truly some murder.” She stares at Vander, before a blue screen floats above their body “Oh they are, they even have the class of a serial killer, which brings us to your profession, and ability to craft with souls.”
She stares at me, there’s an intensity in it that I’ve never quite noticed before, but then again, how long have I really known her?
“Death is one thing, but messing with their soul I don’t-” She takes a step forward, and once again her eyes are all that I can see.
“They’re a serial killer, what value could their soul possibly have, how could they possibly deserve a chance at rebirth or whatever awaits us when we die?” Silence stretches between us, before I close my eyes, and take a deep breath.
“Okay, maybe their soul doesn’t matter, but you, and I both know, the next step will be someone less so clear cut, particularly if souls truly do have power.”
Veronica sighs, a rather strange sound to come out of a bag of bones, but she somehow makes it seem so natural.
“Maybe, but you forget that gods count among our enemies, and if there is real power to be found in souls… can we really afford to allow them to go towards beings who want us dead?” She pauses a moment, watching my uncertainty, before her eyes roll in the skull of hers.
“Besides, at this point we’ve already raised a number of soul mages, so if you’re unwilling to do it, there are alternatives, but are you really going to ignore the potential of your own abilities?”
“Ugh, of course you did, shades are pretty amazing even with the whole pain thing, and… there is a difference between ignoring my abilities, and jumping straight to messing with a human soul.” I say, before leaning against my door, while staring up at the star covered night, countless worlds so far, and yet, no longer some unreachable place.
Each, and every light represents a place that I could not only one day actually see, but are quite possibly absolutely filled with beings who would like nothing more than to see me dead.
Veronica however just ignores the stars, and begins to smile.
“Remind me, wasn’t the first soul you messed with… your own?” and I of course grimace, before facing her “Technically no, but I see your point, and there’s no point worrying about something that might turn out to not even be worth doing.” She nods “Excellent, in that case I’ll have someone come along to finish-” “No, if I’m going to mess with his soul, the very least I can do is have the decency to finish him off myself, not that it looks like he has much life left in him.” Her head slightly tilts, before one of her hands waves towards the empty plots.
“In that case, there are plenty of locations we can use.”
The two of us then walk next door, and when we arrive the body settles down onto the arcane floor.
I walk in front of it, and a smooth blade of bone begins to form in my hand.
The blade resembles that of a long sword, my shades efforts making me far more capable, and resulting in something solid which even has an edge that gleams in night.
Then a stream of mana enters the ground, buzzing underneath the floor, and grows, until Vander’s head is raised onto a slab with their bare neck exposed to the world.
It will be just like splitting a log, a single swing, and it will all be over.
I raise the blade above his neck, before lifting it above my shoulder, and stepping forward, before swinging the sword down.
It’s nothing like splitting a log, somehow I can feel the blade cutting into his flesh, blood bursts out of the body covering me in a spray of red, and when my blade reaches the bone, it’s as if I’m hitting a piece of metal.
The blade jars in my hand, but it makes its way through, and then there is light.
His soul, a pure white energy grows in front of me, and then I feel it starting to drift away, until my mana pulls it towards me.
Soul of Vander Steel – The complete soul of a tier two Serial Killer, who was pursuing the noble profession of murder.
Once he worked a typical job, where he was not only regarded as an upstanding member of his team, but was even seen as down right charming.
However, Vander was never quite satisfied with people, they have always been so much lesser than himself, and the worst part is for some reason they never quite managed to realize it, until he showed them.
A killer of dozens, before the system arrived, and once it did, he truly began to pave his path leaving death in his wake.
I wonder, if a soul was just thrown into an inanimate body, would they basically just come back to life?
That is after all how liches basically work… but surely there’s something else I can do with it.
My mana sinks into the soul, and a feeling of being able to split it feeds back into me.
The soul then shatters into three shards, with something intangible being lost along the way, and creating a white powder of raw soul essence drifting in the air.
Shard of The Serial Killer (Class)
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Shard of The Narcissist (Core)
Each shard feels like it can be broken into smaller pieces or even combined with another shard, but before breaking anything else, I should probably try actually making something.
An intense process, the absolute pinnacle of creation!
Which, of course means just shoving things together, and throwing mana at them, until something happens.
I grab the shard of the killer, and press it towards my sword.
At first, there’s some resistance, but as mana pours into the blade, and the soul something clicks into place.
A light engulfs the blade, and when it clears, the blade has transformed.
Still a blade completely made of bone, but no longer a plain one, instead engravings cover the blade, causing it to glow with a faint green pulse, and the handle has etchings of a man stabbing another with a trail of blood leading to the blade.
Tier One Blade of Slaughter Level One – Soul weapons, not quite alive, yet, also so much more than the base materials they are constructed of, and embodying something that’s significantly more… A concept, an element, beyond the physical realm, steel is just a metal, a sword is just a blade, neither can inherently kill, but what is slaughter?
It’s an idea, a power capable of inflicting its will on reality.
My eyes then land on the headless corpse, and my stomach turns, but this time my lunch doesn’t escape me.
Harvest mana breaks apart the body, and the soul essence along with the shards slowly begin to circle me as Veronica watches.
“With soul magic I’m fairly certain I could have brought him back to life, but the souls seem to disappear after a bit of time if there’s nothing to anchor them, and as you can clearly see, at the very least souls can be used to create weapons which seem to be able to level.”
“Interesting, another thing we will have to pursue.” She says in a strained tone, as if some great pressure is washing over her.
“Is everything alright?” Her head nods, like she’s trying to stay awake.
“Just more work, nothing that I can’t bear, thank you for doing this.” Veronica then turns, and begins to shamble away “Odd” but if she needed help she would definitely ask for it, and as for me?
Well, once Veronica started to walk away, for some reason the sword begins to feel so much heavier… I can feel the blood still dripping off of the blade, and back inside I go.
Where my shades are still endlessly producing materials, and collapse onto my mound.
Sleep though is for some odd reason such an elusive thing, and so often haunted by so many faces.
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The behemoth erupts from the shadows grasping Veronica into their arms, and helping her walk as she stares at a notification.
New Talent
Domain Of The Damned – Every mercenary across the cosmos would love to collect the bounty, on all those hiding in your domain, and if that wasn’t enough the gods themselves, literally most of the gods minus the few outliers who the rest of the gods also want dead… want you dead.
Your domain will now hide all system information from ever reaching the greater cosmos, at least if the alert occurs, within your domain, but be warned if the gods start looking, they will certainly see the one standing in the way of their gaze.
You, they will see you, and daring to stand against the desires of gods has rarely ended well, but hey, you already did it once.
Well, managed to block the passing gaze of a god who is shall we say is at least marginally aligned with you, after all how else would you have the chance to earn this talent, without being crushed like a bug?
Now though, like a tick you’ve grown into something, which can’t so easily be crushed.
“Our enemies are larger than the stars themselves, but if they want to destroy us they better be prepared to pay everything.”
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Weapons!
Stone weapons… that aren’t even enchanted Carter stares at them.
If this is the best we can produce, we might have to play along with the undead, before we all starve to death.
He then turns towards the craftsman, or rather the mage “This is great work, and will definitely be used to keep us safe from any more undead they unleash upon us.” Olivia on the other hand cringes “Yeah, these were my first attempt, but I don’t think they’ll do anything against the ghosts, however with more mana I could at least in time begin to produce something more worthwhile.” He eagerly nods along “And all it would take is for us to figure out how their orbs work, or to steal one, but it’s not like the undead are really guarding them.” A third voice chimes in, but then Carter cuts in “Or we could just buy an orb from the system store” And this is why they pay me the big bucks
Olivia stares at her screen “A low end mana transfer orb, only costs a couple of hundred credits.” “Only” someone mutters while Carter smiles “Well then, it looks like we have the start of an actual plan then, get the orbs, and then we start power leveling people, until we have enough strength to get the hell out of here.” A sense of ease falls over the group, but they still take a weapon, before they go, and in their minds every single last one of them is thinking that they should be the one who’s power leveled, which is certainly not going to lead to any problems.
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The experiments are proceeding… A ghost about the size of Tides finger nail stands on the table, oh, and their core is so much smaller, but they’re rare grade.
The problem is that they’re started off as a full sized shoddy quality common grade ghost, and now they’re well tiny.
Which in a word is problematic, and not just because the sounds they made while being shrunk were less than shall we say pleasant, and more sounded like someone being subject to unimaginable torture.
Tides pushes a marble of rare arcane crystal towards the ghost, and they absorb it, instantly growing to tier two or exactly not!
What he wanted.
‘Thump’
The door to the necromancer chambers slides open, and in walks a draugr that not only does Tides not recognize, but one who bee lines straight to him.
“Veronica wanted to commend your efforts in trying to figure this out on your own, but time unfortunately isn’t on our side, and we have so much work we need to do.” Tides Studies her
Tier One draugr, Evolution expert
A manic expression grows across his eyes, and the way he speaks is desperate.
“But I’m close, so close, and with just a bit more time I know that I’ll be able to crack it!” She then pokes the ghost who is just cowering on the table, and expressing far more emotion than what one their tier should be capable of.
“Maybe, you’re about half way there, well a third, but things only get more complicated when more materials are involved or even being replaced.” She then stares at Tides, her eyes a glowing light pink “And while it certainly is your right to figure this out on your own, we both know that it’s relatively easy to raise undead of a higher grade.” Tides grows outraged “She would never replace me, I’m the lead necromancer I-” “Not even for a mythic grade one?” He pauses, before answering “We are nowhere near raising such a being.” “Maybe, not today or tomorrow” she then nods towards the table “But rare is easily in reach, epic just taking a bit of work, and legendary? Well, after we have a dozen epic grade beings, how far away is it really, how far away would mythic be? Days, months, years, we both know it’s only a matter of time. The question is just how far will you push, before that day arrives?”
Tides plops down on a stool “Fine ruin all of my efforts, but know that at the very least I’ll be making it to epic grade!” She smiles, before sitting across from him “Excellent, we won’t be hitting epic anytime soon, but will certainly be able to make some progress, before we join the others just well… try to relax, my levels aren’t exactly high, sooo this is going to hurt a bit.” “Wait, WAIT I need to level my-” Magic begins to wash over tides, leaving him stiff as a board, but his black eyes are wide, and pulsing within his skull.
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Progress is… non existent, and worse still a number of Vie’s undead appear to have met their demise.
Apparently, crushed under thousands of pounds of pressure or swallowed whole by some creature in the abyss, who would have guessed that the bottom of the ocean would be so inhospitable.
The architect at least pulled the rest of the undead up, before they met their demise, and has them currently floating in the ocean.
“My liege we are facing a bit of a problem, I’ve tried to work around it, but all my efforts hav-” Vie just gives him a blank stare “Its been like a day, how haven’t you accomplished anything?” “Well you see there-”
A spew of words erupt from the architect’s mouth, but they just flow past Vie as a vein in her head begins to throb.
“Bah, I guess I’ve got to do everything myself!” Where!
Is the center pillar supposed to be?!” The architect moves to a specific position hovering above the ocean “Right here, but like I said the undead at least to my knowledge haven’t even been able to-“A wave of mana then bursts from Vie, slamming through the ghost, and knocking them out of the way, as mana streams into the ocean.
Minutes pass of Vie just pouring out mana, a little endless blue ball of power floating in the sky, until a foot sized cerulean crystal erupts from the water.
Vie plops down on it, her little feet hovering above the water as the architect’s well hovers darting around her.
“Well yes, that could work, we could then extend this to sixteen different pillars, and the arcane mages could be on a platform on the surface while their mana slowly feeds the pillars, until they-”
‘Thump’
Vie is knocked into the water as her pillar shakes, and below her water becomes filled with dark swimming shapes illuminated by the glowing blue pillar.
Vie bursts into the air, before looking down at all of the fish, and larger creatures racing towards her pillar, and is filled with fury, with righteous indignation!
“How DARE YOU, how dare you defile my tower!” The fish though are unaffected by her screams, but when a wave of mana crashes into some of them, and instantly crushes them… They began to take note, particularly as the undead began to join in, and as for the sharks, whales, and anything else that decided they wanted to try, and take a bite, they meet the cyclops.
The water quickly turns red with blood, as Vie makes her claim known, and the first battle of the ocean begins, but it certainly won’t be the last.
Waves of mana, are drifting from the pillar, lighting the abyss, slowly infusing the water, sending mana endlessly drifting off into the deep, and who truly knows what dwells below?
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