Flaws are interesting things, typically completely invisible, until the day comes when they’re not, and then suddenly, the problems?
Short comings?
The parts of a person which we were unaware of, can become all we see.
All the good, everything we liked about them, replaced by issues, which can be impossible to see past.
It’s not tragic, even though it feels like it should be, but at the very least it’s definitely disappointing.
Given, the person hasn’t actually changed, they’re still the same person who we knew, just now we know more about them, and don’t exactly like what we’ve found.
In a way though, isn’t that how every relationship falls apart?
I guess the question is when does it become too much, when is a bad trait, an issue, an incompatibility enough to wipe away all the other good parts of a person, or how much would you be willing to look past, to keep someone in your life?
Like, what if your partner hated humans, I mean hated them so much that they believed they should be killed on sight… is that really an issue if you don’t even live around any humans?
Then again, the strangest thing is, that so many of us are capable of looking past the actually terrible (because hating humans IS actually perfectly acceptable) things the people we care about either do or believe, but we can still be repulsed by tiny insignificant things.
A voice, smell, look, or some other minor detail, at least for most of us, is enough to completely disregard a person.
Shallowness, stopping us from ever getting to know people, who if not for one little detail, one bad day, or even just a twist of fate, we could have otherwise seen as perfect.
It’s truly one of the strangest thing about us, willing to look past so much, but at the same time unwilling to offer others the slightest bit of grace, and yeah I know, there there are those “Evolved” beings out there who only like people for who they are, and claim to be capable of disregarding all of the shallow insignificant details, but the funny thing about those weirdos is that their rejections are actually the most hurtful.
A shallow person will be like “I don’t like your hair, and you don’t have the parts I like go away!” certainly rude and hurtful, but one of those “evolved” beings will actually get to know you, see you for who you truly are, and then reject you… talk about a dagger straight to the heart.
Then again, does it really matter when there are endless fish in the sea, friends, lovers, just a moment away from altering our lives in ways that can completely change their direction, and when one has achieved immorality… What is really the cost of being picky?
Well, of course assuming that one is happy, and not dying of loneliness.
A disease far too many, take for granted, never realizing how deeply it has them in its grasp, until it turns them into nothing more than shells of who they were.
Then, being picky is a problem, but if someone is happy?
Who cares, be picky, ignore the fool whose shirt is an inch out of place, assuming of course your life isn’t slowly ticking away, but in that case you probably have bigger things you should be focusing on than friends or love.
Right?
The words of a romantic or a shallow POS perspective after all, changes everything.
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“All of the lights have gone dark? What could that mean?”Asks a voice from a metal box in observation room five, where a Nelka is sitting at a desk, while staring up at Hesto through a square metal window.
The planet still has visible fire racing across its surface, at least to those with enough perception to make it through the clouds.
They then turn back to the table, before hesitantly clicking a button “It could just be signal interference or” The Nelka grows quiet, before they mutter “That the invasion force has fallen.” The Nelka stares at the box like it’s a coiled snake, moments away from launching itself into the air, but a minute passes without a peep, and then a second with nothing more than an awkward silence, but just as they’re starting to relax.
Suddenly, the voice comes back screaming with panic filling their voice “Another wave is headed our way!” Words that would normally send panic racing down the nelka’s back, instead causes them to relax, after all it’s so much easier to focus on a problem, they can actually do something about, rather than their king possibly being dead, along with hundreds of thousands of their strongest soldiers… “Let’s show these monsters exactly how foolish they were to crawl out of their holes. Team two is headed to your location immediately!” A few more buttons are pressed, before the Nelka is once again, back to staring at Hesto, and wondering what the hell could possibly be happening up there.
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Bartholomew The Second, let’s out a drained sigh that almost seems to visibly age him.
Life was so much simpler when the humans feared us, too scared to barely utter a word, before giving us their mana, but NOW?!?
The foolish mortals dare to try bargaining with us!
“Look man, I ran the numbers, if materializing food is anything like water then frankly you lot are ripping us off, and while I can certainly respect the hustle, I’m not about to get scammed” (Can I kill him?
Sure) Bartholomew The Seconds eyes glaze over the crowd of people hearing this very punchable mortals every word (I could probably, even kill them all, before this virus has a chance to spread, but it would all be so much work) “Ugh, Are you even listening to me? Like man, I don’t want to have to do this, but if we have to get a supervisor involved we can.”
A chill runs down Bartholomew The Second’s spine, before his eyes grow cold.
“The prices are set, and if you’re unwilling to pay them, that’s more than fine, but if you keep holding up the line, at best…” Bartholomew The Second smiles at the man, the bones in his mouth rising in a way, where his jaw shifts from one ear to the other, and it’s for some reason quite unsettling.
“You will be barred from this establishment all together.” Outrage fills the man’s face, and he even begins to puff out his chest like he’s some gorilla, instead of a man.
“What do you mean by at best?
Listen here you little-” “NEXT!” Mana wraps around the man, before flinging him down the street, causing him to tumble across the floor, and certainly leaving a lasting impression on the spectators.
Bartholomew The Second turns towards the next person in line with firm eyes “Exactly, what would you like to purchase?”
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“Restrictions, a mana allotment! What madness is this? I’m the head necromancer, why would I need to log the materials? What do you think I’ll be able to make when all I have is scraps to work with!” The manager is unaffected, by Tide’s words, and is at most slowly blinking at him, until he settles down.
“Well, any complaints will of course be forwarded to the head manager, and if you believe that it has resulted in a reduction in efficiency, even though you still enjoy one of the highest individual allocations. An audit can always be conducted.”
Tides snorts, before his green mana picks up the scraps, literally tons of various materials.
“That won’t be necessary, it’s just the principle of the whole thing, like how much of this wouldn’t even be here without me?” The manager smiles “I’m unsure, but if you would we can always conduct an audit to determine just how much of an impact you’re having on Renata, who knows maybe it will even increase your allotment.” Tide’s eyes narrow at the manager “Like I said that won’t be necessary, besides it’s unlikely one of you bureaucrats would even understand what I’m doing. So unless you want me to audit myself!”
The manager stares at him, before speaking slowly choosing each word with care “I find your dismissal of our managerial abilities distasteful, but more importantly… you’re holding up the line.” “I probably made you-” A large lumbering undead begins to make its way over, and tides just shakes his head, before storming off, with the materials floating behind him of course.
Many eyes watch him go, and not many of them have a kind thought directed his way, after all for some reason allotments are for some reason always smaller when the managers are annoyed.
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For days I warned people off, from the glowing sparkling city of death, and most of them even listened or were deterred once they managed to spot a knight on the walls, but then one night a bunch of signs appeared throughout the city offering free food, and other goods in exchange for mana of course at the undead filled city.
An obvious trap, to lure people in before consuming them!
Or whatever an undead would want done, and I told everyone as much, but the thing is.
Days went by, and not only did no one die, but they got food.
Normal food, not mutated monster bird meat or giant rat… normal grade a beef, rice, and fresh vegetables.
All in exchange for the mana most people don’t even have a way to spend.
It’s unbelievable, too good to be true, it has to be some kind of trap, but with the local group Charles found for the kids always needing more things, and well an addiction… It finally forced Mike to join the line.
A few people raise knowing eyebrows at him, and he does his best to ignore them, until after a couple of hours of waiting he makes it to the front of the line.
Where there is an undead, their skin is pale, practically albino, but other than that they seem relatively normal looking, excluding the glowing golden eyes that practically look like gold coins shining inside their head.
“And what would you like to purchase?” The undead’s voice is smooth, so human… Mike slides an empty carton of cigarettes on the table “Lets start with a replacement for these.”
The undead picks up the carton, before pressing a few buttons on his desks “Ah, a surprisingly common order, and while we can’t guarantee that these cigarettes are the exact same. So far according to our testers this is the closest mix to this brand or we can offer some of our other tobacco mixes, which some have stated is quite enjoyable.” Mike picks up the carton giving them a whiff, that’s oh so familiar, but still slightly off.
“These should be fine.” “Good, do keep in mind that after your fifth purchase you’ll be eligible for the tester program giving you a free sample along with your purchase, if you agree to give feedback. Is there anything else?”
“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind, and I guess I’ll just take a couple of beef steaks, a pound of broccoli, and a carton of eggs along with the rice.”
More buttons are pressed, and after a few moments an ice cooler slides out of a slot in the wall.
“Now, if you could just place your hand on the orb we can settle up at fifty mana” Mike slowly places his hand on the orb, and after maybe a second of red energy leaving his body.
It grows dark, and the draugr smiles “Thank you for shopping at Renata, have a great day.” Mike, leaves stunned, it’s all so normal, just like he visited the super market just without the browsing.
They have to be up to something diabolical, but before this… so many people were literally starving or disappearing into the forests never to be seen again.
Maybe, I don’t know, they want to keep us weak?
As he makes his way back home though, he can’t help, but notice how less on edge everyone is.
Like a week ago, how many of these people would have tried to hold him up for his cigarettes, or the rice… it all just seems so wrong, but after a hot normal meal, feeding the kids, and a smoke, it’s certainly hard to complain.
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My home has been transformed!
If a transformation can be seen as countless piles of materials covering every surface of my house, and well the porch too.
The neighbors watch as my shades shuffle materials from one pile to the next, before another shade moves them to yet another pile… Hmm, something is definitely going wrong there, but a quick glance at the piles at least, they look to be the same color, and intensities, just there’s so many piles, as tons of materials are separated, and sorted.
“Maybe, just selling this lot on the market would be the better option?” The shades freeze, before turning at once to stare at me… it’s not a kind stare. Read this novel at g.com for the best experience.
“Or we could of course use them to help figure out soul crafting assuming of course, it’s actually worth doing.”
Blade of Slaughter
Tier: 1
Level: 1
Nelka Appraisal – A blade of questionable quality, and material, but also a weapon, which has great potential to transcend these limitations, and become something truly worthwhile.
Offer: 5,000 credits
And it is, at least the larger shards are, but are credits currently more valuable to me than attributes are?
Assuming of course, I find some way to turn the dust into the larger pieces, but with an attribute cap, even if it’s most likely still far away for at least most of my attributes, how important is it really to push them?
Then again, the bigger issue is the whole RNGing my way into pathways, but there has to be some… The market places are different, but that doesn’t mean the abilities would be significantly different?
Right?….
A moment of scrolling later “God, sometimes I really hate myself.” Thousands of necromancy abilities pass in a blur, along with countless books covering anything one could ever want to know, and the worst part is… that the most expensive book only costs ten credits.
Soul crafting apparently being a big ticket item, and causes me to only hesitate only a moment, before selling my sword.
With five thousand credits I can pretty much buy anything at least when it comes to knowledge, but that’s really all I really need at least for now.
Five books appear in front of me in a neat little stack, after a wave of mana fills my home.
The Art of Soul Crafting By REDACTED, The Forbidden Necromantic Guide By …, Intro To Necromancy By Zin, Bone Crafting For Noobs By Farha, and The System By REDACTED.
Five books, each hundreds of pages thick for less than twenty credits.
Madness, but one I intend to make the most of as my fingers crack open the first book, but then a shade grabs one of the books.
The art of soul crafting… perhaps a dangerous book for a shade to be reading, but what’s the worst that could happen?
Well, other than moments later other shades grabbing the other remaining books, bah! bunch of busy bodies the lot of them.
I meanwhile begin to read intro to Necromancy, a book that should have found its way into my hands a long time ago.
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Reading is surprisingly challenging though, for some unknowable reason, it feels like there’s five well four!
Songs are blasting into my ears when I’m really just trying to hear a fifth song.
Quickly resulting in me placing the book down, to sort through the thoughts, which keep whirling into my head.
A moment of weakness that of course, is the moment they strike!
A shade saunters over, before snatching that book as well, a bunch of lazy book stealing thieves trying to avoid the noble art of sorting!
Not that I can really blame them when it’s the epitome of mind numbing, still sometimes that too can be nice.
I begin shifting around the piles as my mind wanders, like why would absorbing soul bits increase attributes, then again why would creating shades reduce them?
On paper it kind of makes sense, something has to come from somewhere, after all and they’re a part of me, but it really does seem like bodies are the vessels of attributes, given they’re even limited by grade, and tier.
A very physical aspect, but there has to be something that I’m missing… I shift over to the piles of soul dust, the thing I’ve absorbed quite a few times, to heal soul injuries, yet have never gotten a single attribute out of them while you.
I look at the piece of pride
Piece of Pride (Core) – Shoddy
Or at least your sibling, could provide them.
What makes these chunks different?
Purity?
Concentration?
I place my hand into the largest pile of soul dust, the shoddy quality pile filled with a light blue glow.
What I know is that this energy slowly fills everything, and that at some unknown point it has the capacity to bring life to potentially anything, but most of the time it just sits there.
Filling some capacity, but not growing or at least that I’ve noticed, not even when the energy is drained instead it just refills, and doesn’t even cause objects to get weaker when the energy is taken.
Then again the living don’t seem to take it so well, if the pain is any indication.
Hmm, I compress the soul dust, it quickly transforming into a sphere
Soul Dust Sphere – Shoddy
“And you give me nothing!” Maybe I’m looking at this the wrong way, what brings something to life?
These other motes?
Across my dining room floor there are dozens of piles, each one holding a feeling, love, hate, and countless other emotions filling my floor.
Feelings, intentions, beliefs… could be the paths to power, to turning soul dust into something more, but how do I test it.
The sphere crumbles once again returning to dust, and then the largest pile of shoddy motes flows into the air, the blue lights pairing with the black, until there is simply a black piece of crystal floating in the air.
Pure Piece of Loss (Core) – Shoddy
“That’s” easier than expected.
My eyes narrow at the crystal, progress, before it bursts, and fills me with energy.
Wisdom +5
That’s insane, five points for my highest attribute for free, well, other than the days my shade spent gathering, and who knows how quickly motes of loss will reappear.
It’s still interesting though, and represents a clear path to power, but now, what happens when I keep combining them, use more soul dust instead of an even split or instead craft them into something?
So many things to test, and luckily so many piles of materials, although I don’t think most of them will last very long.
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Dark armoured shapes are constantly flowing in, and out of the city made of arcane crystal.
A sight, so many have already gotten used to, somehow ignoring the body parts they bring back.
Orbs made of flesh, bone, and blood floating through the air, without anyone knowing for sure exactly what they killed, but we all know.
Charles spits on the ground, as he watches the murders.
The undead who are clearly going out there and killing people, and instead of fighting back or rescuing the people who all know they have imprisoned, instead all most do is stuff their faces with the “food” the undead are giving them.
It’s madness, but then again people have always been so good at pretending that everything is all right.
That terrible things aren’t happening while they “DO ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!” Charles kicks a rock, sending it spiraling down the street, and spooking one of the armoured knights, before he disappears back behind a building.
“All I can do is keep making them pay for every step they take out of their walls.” This war may not be won today or tomorrow, but I’ll be damned if I’m not going to do my part.
He then draws his bow, today’s the day that I finally bag one of these bastards.
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“That human is back.” Issec mutters, before a knight thumps him on his shoulder.
” I guess that means you should keep your head down.” Another undead tilts their head “Shouldn’t we have taken care of him already?
He almost killed Carlos the other day.” The knight just shakes his head “And whose fault was that? You are reading on g.com, the official source.
Personally I like this human, he’s keeping us on our toes, and reminding you sorry lot that this is not a safe place, that this-” An arrow darts towards Isaac’s unprotected head, before it’s snapped out of the air with a shield, and the knight just smiles.
“Isn’t a safe place. Besides, everything I have been briefed on about the bugs indicates that what we’re headed towards is faaar, far, worse than anything this human can do.”
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“Yes, creating higher grade walls is certainly a path we could have taken, but then it would have taken far longer to increase them in tiers, not to mention the mana cost. Why are you looking at me like that?” Veronica stares at Bradley it is not a very impressed or happy stare.
“Perhaps, I’m just hung up on the part where you said we will have to tear everything, everything, down.” Bradley takes on a defensive tone “My instructions were quite clear!
Build the city as quickly as possible in a way to defend us against any kind of mana bombs, while maximizing mana generation through the allotted space, which fits common grade arcane crystal to a t, just now that it’s done.
We are facing the choice of increasing the tiers of rebuilding, but given we started so low grade even going up a couple of tiers will put us past uncommon grade for less mana density than we would get out of uncommon rare or even higher grades.
Granted there is still a lot of space we could use to build up-” “No we aren’t building any higher.”
Veronica begins to tap her desk “Okay the common grade crystal still has a lot of other ways it can be used, but now to be perfectly clear so that we are on the same page.” Veronica stares at Bradley, until he nods “It’s a net mana gain to fill space with arcane crystal, right?” “Yes” “Okay in that case building crystal underground would have the same impact, right?” Bradley hesitates “It should, but then we would have to factor in the cost of removing materials, but that’s not inherently a mana cost.” “Good, then you have clearance to begin rebuilding everything, but I want vents coming up from the ground, and the foundation of every building not only turned into arcane crystal, but the starting of a mine which will dig everything up, and replace it with arcane crystal.” “That could work, but we really should start small, and what grade should the replacement be?”
Veronica turns towards her head manager, the two seeming to having an conversation over the course of a second, before she turns back to Bradley.
“Half I want half of the arcane mages focused on replacing the core into epic grade arcane crystal, but the rest I want working on the outer layer, bringing it up to let’s say uncommon for now, and then have them focus on the mine.” “How deep exactly do you want them to go” Veronica gives him a tired look “Until it’s no longer mana efficient to do so of course, now get to work, and for the engravers sake start with the walls.”
She then walks into an absolutely blinding glowing chamber filled with sigils glowing brighter than the sun, and steps in the middle of the glowing circle, before everything is lost in a flash of white.
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“Mercy is for the weak” “If you don’t kill them now mark my words it’ll only create more work FOR YOU, down the line” “Their lives don’t matter, for the life of me I can’t understand why you see them as any different than a rabid beast off on the side of the road” “Just kill them, their lives are meaningless.” It’s amazing how often these words, and so many others just like them come back to haunt Sarah, while she’s hunting, but who could have possibly guessed that beings who have been alive for thousands of years, since the dawn of time or at least that’s what some of those relics feel like… could be right, even if it feels like they shouldn’t be.
Yet, when one is forced to prowl around a forest like a lion who has caught the scent of another who dared infringe on their domain for the simple reason that they were spared, and now present a risk to faction interests.
It’s rather hard to argue with reality, when the cold claws of responsibility have you in their grip.
Sarah releases a sigh, as she looks at their camp, the beginnings of a town made of stone blocks, built around the remains of a massive crystal forest, which has dried up… with only faint crystal sprouts managing to sprout from the ground in the surrounding area.
A pulse of mana then starts to stream out of her body, encircling the town, about a mile in diameter, but when it’s complete instead of bursting towards the camp, it bursts outwards.
Her mana in an instant travels hundreds of miles in every direction, and then glowing dots appear on her map.
The location of every single Nelka who left footprints behind tracked down in an instance hundreds of dots, of Nelka who are going to die.
A ball of green mana then begins to grow in her hand, growing to the size of a beach ball in a breath, Sarah stares at it for a moment, shifting it into the air, before it bursts into hundreds of little green birds the size of a finger.
Each bird is staring at Sarah with glowing white eyes, before she waves a hand at them “Go” the birds shoot off becoming little more than blurs as they flock to their targets, and Sarah begins to walk to the town to settle all of this for good.
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“Filler crystal?” Vie says these two words with disgust, as if the very words taste foul, and the architect can certainly tell that Vie’s not happy.
“The issue is the epic grade pillar, and rare grade pillars, while certainly a benefit… if we want to make all of the walls of the same grade its multiplied the mana cost by around eighty with a low end mana estimate of hundreds of billions, just to complete the base of the tower let alone raising it into the sky.” “Which leads to your filler?” “Yes, we will for now simply fill in the space with common grade crystal assuming it can withstand the pressure, before replacing it once we-” Lightning begins to strike the tower, bolt after bolt of yellow electricity racing through the walls.
As the roars of some animal sends an echo racing through the tower, causing water to burst into the air.
Vie glares at the ocean “Do what you must, but I want the tower done soon, and by whatever means necessary!” Blue crystal then grows over Vie’s body, forming into a smooth armor, and turning her little more than a blur, before she dives into the ocean.
Where the creatures await, massive, is certainly a word, which can be used to describe them, but they truly don’t do three creatures she finds justice.
The sharks are the size of cruise ships, Vie by contrast barely even seems to exist, and even her cyclops is nothing in comparison.
Beams of energy slam into the sharks bodies, along with spears, which normally would be considered massive, but to the sharks they can barely even be considered splinters.
Power though, has a way of breaking down the largest of obstacles, the cyclops simply latches onto one of the sharks, before reaching into it, and begins tearing chunks of flesh off its body.
The arcane mage is wrapped in power, mana swirling in their hands, before a massive drill forms above another of sharks head, before being lost in a burst of red.
Vie though as a veteran body diver simply takes a more direct approach, directly through the eye, and cuts through everything in her way.
Lost in a sea of red, until at long last the shark stops moving, and begins to float to the surface.
The surface quickly fills with gallons of blood, but far more concerning are the number of similar echoes blasting through the ocean.
More sharks, more fish, and an army of shellfish!
It truly never ends.
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Aurisa walks the streets, adorned in golden plates covering her entire body, and with her new attendants donning a mix of silver with gold accents.
The mark of royalty, perhaps a bit gaudy, but traditions are important, particularly at times like this.
When all the royals, but a few who managed to hide, and pretty much all of Aurisa’s old attendants being the only royals left.
Life has started to return to a sense of normal though, as Salazar try to pick their lives back up again, but there is also so much anger.
So much pain, with very little to release it, it’s like a pulsing zit beneath the skin.
The rage flows through Salazar’s bodies, as they gather the bodies of their dead.
A sea of corpses, of Salazar looking for the bodies of their loved ones, with dead hollow eyes or crying over their bodies.
Aurisa isn’t truly certain which of the two is worse, those who know their loved ones are dead or those still looking, but it’s not like she doesn’t understand how they feel.
Golden Salazar corpses fill the square, their disfigured, and dismembered bodies patched together, before being encased in gold.
Some of the bodies stretch beyond eight feet, but far too many are barely a foot in length.
There’s a crowd gathered at the base of the square staring up at the statues of their fallen nobles, before Aurisa joins them on stage.
Surrounded by the bodies of her dead family, and then a live stream begins to play across Hesto.
“Hello, most of you should know me, but maybe not all of you, given it was supposed to be a long time if ever that I took the throne… I’m Aurisa, crown princess, well the current ruler of Hesto, and as you call all see.” She waves her hand at the statues, the cameras zooming in on the persevered bodies of the Salazar bodies.
“You’re not alone in your grief.” she pauses her talons digging into her palms, and even little specks of blood can be seen dripping onto the floor.
“An unthinkable tragedy, no!
Our people were murdered, and slaughtered like animals, without even children being spared!” She grows quiet for a moment “And every day that’s passed, I’ve been asked, I’ve tormented myself over a single question.
How will we ever move past this, how can we just live our lives when such evil has been committed against us, and for a while, far too long I didn’t have an answer, beyond we can’t.”
Aurisa reaches her clawed hand into the sky, and fire forms in her palm.
“If it was within my power alone, we would burn Katar, until it’s nothing, but burnt ash. All of us could probably, even do it, rain terror on them like they did to us, no worse, we could make them beg while we destroy everything, while making them bleed ten times worse than what they did to us, but then who would we be? Beasts? worse than Nelka?”
She spits on the floor “Worse than those who killed their own to seize power?” Aurisa shakes her head “No, we will not become monsters, we will not lose who we are, but I also can’t stand one more day with that mound of dirt polluting our skyline. So I, along with my advisors, have decided to do something we would have done long ago, if we were ever able to move past the endless cycle of grudges, and death. We are relocating Hesto, we’ve already secured the funds, and means, the only question is what corner of the cosmos do we want to make our own. To start building lives for ourselves, without the hate of the past driving us, let’s build a bright new future, and become a force where something like this will never happen again!”
Cheers erupt from the crowd, and Aurisa heads off after giving one last bow to the golden statues.
She isn’t filled with happiness or peace though her thoughts are still racing over what wasn’t said.
Everything I said is true, even if I left out some of the reasons why we’re relocating.
I didn’t lie, but still.
Some of the things on the market place nearly makes me feel bad for what the Nelka will eventually experience, but for some odd reason I’m incapable of actually caring…
Due to formating issues this story doesn’t quite look the way it’s supposed to 0_o and you can read an updated version on Kobo, or other platforms. https://litrpgandpolitics.wordpress.com The story is also at around chapter 60 with around 400,000 words, and will posted once per day, until it’s caught up.
Then it will either be weekly, or twice a week, with that being said, I still welcome any feedback, after all I’m still editing everything 0_0 and different perspectives can so often help one see the things we take for granted.
Thanks for reading, and I hope that you have a great day!