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Ethan sat quietly in the carriage, idly running his fingers through Eevee’s fur while his thoughts drifted far beyond his current situation.
Technology.
Not just what existed in this world—but what he knew existed. What he could access. What he could bring over.
His phone wasn’t just a...
Lisa didn't notice the exact moment it happened.
One second she was mid-thought, fingers idly brushing through her girlfriend's hair, her attention split between the quiet moment and the constant hum of her power—and the next, Taylor Hebert snapped upright, her entire posture going rigid as...
The bell over the door didn’t so much ring as tremble, a faint metallic shiver swallowed almost immediately by the steady heat rolling out from within. It wasn’t the suffocating kind of heat that came from an overworked forge, but something far more controlled—constant, deliberate, like a fire...
Ethan sat quietly in the carriage, bundled in layers of winter gear, boots swinging slightly above the floor as the vehicle rumbled along the snowy route out of Snowpoint.
He was grounded.
Officially.
Strictly.
And, judging by how Glaceon hadn’t taken its eyes off him once since they left...
Hel was annoyed.
Not visibly—not in the way most people would recognize—but the irritation was there, sharp and cold beneath her usual composure. Bast had nearly pushed Taylor Hebert into something ugly, and that would have gone very poorly for everyone involved.
Hel wasn’t even entirely...
Fran woke slowly, not to fear or pain, but to quiet. For a long moment she didn’t move, just staring at a ceiling that wasn’t crumbling, burning, or wrong. The air felt different here—warm, steady, real in a way she still didn’t fully trust. Her ears twitched as she listened. No distant screams...
Lol im working on like chapter 22 for this right now, an let me tell you the scientific bombs only get crazier... You dont have access to my google doc do you?
The deeper chamber of Snowpoint Temple opened up around them—vast, cold, and impossibly old. Pillars carved from solid stone rose toward a shadowed ceiling, their surfaces covered in the same raised-dot script, though far denser here. Snow had drifted in through cracks in the structure...
Taylor Hebert was out in the market getting items for breakfast judging by the second body she was feeling in Hel's bed they were going to be getting a new family member… Although thats not what bothered her, what bothered her was that she was being followed.
Not attacked. Not even directly...
The wheels creaked slowly and unevenly along the dirt road leading away from Orario.
Ishtar sat rigidly atop the cart, her fingers digging into the wooden edge hard enough to splinter it. She said nothing, which somehow made it worse.
Behind her, there was no grand procession. No loyal...
Ethan woke to the feeling of violent shaking.
For one disoriented moment, his brain decided the world was ending.
The floor rumbled beneath him, the walls vibrated, and something deep and powerful roared through the air outside.
His eyes snapped open.
He grabbed his pillow instinctively—...
Every now and then, Eevee’s tail flicked as Ethan folded a shirt wrong, unfolded it, then tried again with a quiet sigh.
The pile on the bed stubbornly refused to look organized.
“…I forgot how much clothing shopping sucks,” Ethan muttered.
“Vee.”
He leaned back against the side of...
The forest south of Orario had been cleared—partially.
Not of danger.
That would defeat the purpose.
But of interference.
A wide perimeter had been established, marked by divine authority and Guild oversight. No adventurers would wander in. No monsters would wander out.
Even the gods...