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So you went with the magic bullet. Now you're obligated to give him an overly ornamented, gold-plated pistol to complement the magic bullet techniques he's going to develop. After all, nothing says 'cultivator' like looking good while showing some fool the immensity of heaven and earth.
Good...
Heartland Academy
"I know why you're looking for me." Flip's laughter petered out as he turned to face the fairy user. "Rather than talk, the two of us shall duel again. If you win, I will return Hyperion and make things right with Yuma."
"I already beat you, Flip." Tori returned firmly...
Aster reined his horse closer to mine, the animal’s steady gait a stark contrast to the rattling death-march of my own skeletal mount. The silence on the path had stretched, filled only by the chirping of insects and the wheezing of my horse’s lungs. Aster’s face, usually a mask of stoic duty or...
...great fight." Turning sharply, I marched into the League Building, attempting to push those intrusive worries out of my mind and focus on my test.
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My attempts proved fairly easy, as the test demanded enough of my focus that there wasn't any room to worry. Damn, this is tough, way harder...
Spring 1901
The forest of Białowieża was eerily quiet, the stillness broken only by the occasional chirp of a distant bird. A small crowd stood scattered among the trees, watching intently as a man leveled his hunting rifle at a grazing elk. No one dared to speak or even shuffle their feet...