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735. A Fallen Star In All It's Glory

Frost wondered wildly now. She had no Conditions to guide her. But if its products came in the form of sound…

“Then can it be made through celebration? Willingly? Rather than to cancel out the sound? Why does it have to be suffering in the first place?”

Her words must have been carried out by her Will, because the Star immediately replied.

 

< “This one would be willing if it meant that the echoes can stop. This one… should not be...

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734. At The Heart of a Singularity

Red orbs appeared in the empty eye sockets of the Ankou. The flesh that wrapped Terrent’s lantern peeled slightly to reveal his light, and a quivering eye belonging to the Memory Bistro.

If their combined awe was spread across every platform in the foreseeable world, then it would not equal a thousandth of what Frost felt as she approached the Gift of the Star. Someone followed Frost. The Taleor hopped from platform to platform to reach her. The pathway she took was odd, since she cou...

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733. A Star Is Where Light Emanates From

Beneath them was a bright void that hummed with energy, and in the great distance sat one of the most mesmerizing sights Frost had ever seen in this world. Beyond the spherical world, sitting in the center of everything in this fractured universe, sat a light where the bells emanated from.

She understood immediately that she was in a place where people would immediately drop to their knees out of reverence.

That light undoubtedly belonged to a Star.

“Then… The Red Wing w...

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732. Are We Worthy?

The Red Baron reached a point of no return. He was swallowed by his hubris and absolute certainty of his belief. His physical manifestation only solidified that what he believed in was the truth.

His Persona became his crystalized Ego, and it assumed a form that was far from hideous. It demanded awe as he floated in place, the flaming crown warping space with the gravity of his belief alone.

“They will remember me… They must remember me. The Red Baron. A Color that lost all me...

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MA: 41. A Dark Forest

Red fell asunder to the darkness. Something teared at her. The sensation was not physical by any means. It went beyond her senses and assailed what she could only describe as her soul.

 

< Once upon a time, there was a girl who lived in a dark forest >

 

A voice spoke to her as she was suspended in an infinite darkness. It was the same darkness she saw whenever her eyes closed....

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731. The Other Outcome

The Taleor
White Frost

 

AFFINITY : Wrath

 

LIGHT : 5

LEVEL : 120     ORIGIN : Trauma     HP : 250,000     ATT : 3,000     MAG ATT : 3,000

ATT DEF : 2,500     MAG DEF : ...

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730. Legacy of An Ancient Flame

It happened all over again.

Frost, against her will, was given a window into the distant past and the events that surrounded this Corrupted. Pieces of her story were also bound to be interwoven.

It was just a shame that it occurred at the height of her battle. Thankfully, and perhaps because she did not fall asleep this time, she was able to at least sense the real world.

“The Corrupted is attempting to ensnare your mind.”

I can tell. I can feel the co...

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729. Burning Ascension

Never in his life had the Red Baron – a Color feared and revered for their strength until this abrupt disappearance – had been treated as nothing more than an insignificant speck. The eyes of the Black Dove did not even view him as an equal.

A man of his size, now smothered in the debris of books and timber shelves, was forced to look up at who he was supposed to look down upon. He was gifted with his strength, given immaculate size from birth, and had never lost a battle ever since...

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728. Unwanted Tales

Nothing was truly clear, and the red mist soon became a haze the closer they approached the library. The Red Barron could not believe that he still had yet to land a scratch on her body. With his long history of getting things his way, whether through coercion, force, or commandments alone – he rejected this reality and shoved his legs into the earth.

It was a futile attempt to stop Frost, who did not even seem the slightest bit concerned about him. He, a proclaimed king of man, was <...

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727. The Black Dove VS The Red Baron

The downpour of the Empire shifted from water to bullets. The greyish haze from before became a burning red. Crimson mist collected on Frost’s face as she assailed the Red Barron. No introduction was required, nor did Frost spare him a moment to open his mouth.

The mere impact of her punch alone had caused his seemingly invincible armor to dent.

NAV! Do you have the Condition ready!?

She mentally roared as she struck the Red Barron the moment he made contact with ...

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726. The Sharpshooter Behind the Haze

“It’s easy to forget where we came from. Do you remember the moments that led up to you becoming a Moon? Hahaha!” His laughter trailed behind him.

Anpu could not lift his legs. He was suddenly like a deer in headlights, which should not have been possible for a Moon of his caliber. Rather, it was the effect of the Red Barron who had finally used another one of his powers, which did not allow one to avoid his attack.

He took Anpu’s body – a man larger than most men – an...

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725. The Red Barron and The Moon

The waiting room quickly burned hotter than a furnace. Bullets struck the windows, allowing the Tear Retrievers to retreat. As Anpu stood before the Red Barron with an expressionless face, he motioned for Lucy to immediately vacate the perimeter.

“Get as far away from here as you can! I cannot guarantee your life!” Anpu warned. He was normally a nonchalant person with a stern, near tired demeanor.

When one such person displayed abnormal emotions, it greatly emphasized the seve...

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724. A Mantle of Astral Flames

Beneath the Bellum Empire existed a series of natural tunnels. They were the remnants of the roots that used to span the entirety of the Bellum Empire. The world above shuddered under the battering of the downpour. Long ago, the Steelwood trees served as a sponge for the floods, which was one of the reasons why they were able to grow so large.

Without them, the Bellum Empire became susceptible to floods. All that now remained were the tunnels left behind by their roots. All tunnels led ...

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723. The Footsteps of the Palace

The scale of Frontier was only half of Paradise.

An estimated three hundred thousand people lived in the Capital, and few knew of a hard day’s worth of labor. Thirty years ago, the Bellum Empire was projected to expand to one or two dozen cities in the next hundred years.

However, the involvement of the Impuritas and injection of counterfeit coins slowed their growth to a crawl. Workers had no incentive to continue constructing homes when their pouches were already full of coins...

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722. The Onset of Violence

Gerina cradled her Royal Seal.

Soon, she would have to handle the burden of slaying her family with her own two hands. It was never her first option, and it never fully manifested in her mind until the hours before the planned assault.

She hurled the contents of her stomach into a minecart, unable to keep her thoughts together. Clammy hands tried to keep her upright, and the unkempt giggles of D-13 did not help her either.

“Do I see stale bread? Oh, and is that mutton? Res...

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721. Blood Greases the Gears of War

Hours earlier –

“S-Slow down Huff Puff Ugh! I can’t run like you! Dammit, I just want to sleeeeeeeep!” A shorter Frost complained as she was dragged around by the hand of an even smaller Frost.

Snap followed them like a parent, constantly looming over them as they ran through the open doors of the Asclepein. They were deep within the heart of the City of Clubs, and they drew many eyes by its residents who questioned why a giant spider was allowe...

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720. A Second Opinion

There was only one condition to fulfill before they could assault the Palace. Gerina needed to be present within the Palace as soon as Frost arrived. That way, the Impuritas could not execute their scheme at the flick of a switch so long as she was alive.

All precautions needed to be taken now that they were at the cusp of war. Galia and Jury were prepared for the most part on their side, and with the Exalted rapidly approaching their designated Towers, it was now only a matter of twist...

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719. Hearts United, Stars Divided

“Is this the Amalgam on the other side?” Spoke a grating a voice.

Pools of blood surrounded a humanoid, rock-like entity. The crystal shards that stuck out from his back sloshed with a red fluid as he stood atop a mountain of deceased White Midnight bodies.

“I am positioned nearby the Second Tower.” Abadona the Destroyer announced as he gazed out from a castle balcony. “Awaiting the destruction of the Heart.”

Before him stood a black-bricked tower that emanated a...

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Special 2nd Anniversary Chapter: Fox Frost!

Warm rays of sunlight peered through the curtains. The light painted the walls of a small, humble room that did not match the air of majesty of whom it belonged to. Neither did the sprawled-out limbs of a certain lightly dressed, white-haired Beholder.

If people could see just a fraction of this side of the Beholders, then there would not be so much fear and reverence surrounding them. But alas, such a sight was only meant for those who held the keys to their hearts.

A rousing Fro...

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Special 2nd Anniversary Chapter: Bodyswap!

The pallid Nexus flashed with a veil of darkness one unexpected day.

The last time the pale axis mundi’s color swapped to darkness resulted in a resonance akin to a struck tuning fork, except that the sound it created was that of a roaring trumpet.

During that time, the sound of six consecutive trumpets was heard across the entirety of the world of Elysia, heralding the impending approach of an Apocalypse – one trumpet more than a Woe of the Fallen Star-Classed Corrupted.

<...

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3rd Character Q/A Chapter

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718. Salivating Memories

“The Librarians have the Capital under their control.”

 

Anpu, the Lunar Haruspex of the present Tear Retrievers in the Capital contacted Frost. Subtle drips of blood punctuated between his words. The sound of scrapping, gurgling and heavy footsteps echoed within a desolate sanctum of red.

 

“The streets are teeming with Impuritas presence. Amalgam – Do you remember the same eggs ...

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Character Q/A's and an Update

I've just realized that I have forgotten to post the announcement for Character Q/A's over here, and I am incredibly sorry for my lack of diligence.

Currently you can ask any character from any of the stories any question and I will have them answer to the best of my abilities. The cut off date has already passed, but I am allowing for late and last minute inclusions, as well as post-release questions for the Patreon only for upwards of a week (19th of July, AEST time).

The chapte...

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717. Clash of Philosophies

Nothing could be done to keep Frost from annihilating the Impuritas vessels. Among the Bone Voyages were similar monsters from other Impuritas Groups, such as the Ghost Ships of the Memento Mori and the Ferry Cruisers of the Blood Festival.

Aboard the ship of withering bones and metal skulls were the resurrected crew of past shipwrecks.

Manning the ornate golden ships which used ferris wheels as paddles, and merry-go-rounds as a winch for their harpoons were humanoid monsters with...

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716. Glimmers Be Silenced

Waterborne Impuritas were not a possibility that had ever crossed Frost’s mind. She had always believed that the Impuritas were tied solely to their terrestrial Hearts.

The bleeding vessel of the Crimson Hunger left a trail of red in its wake as it charged into their direction. Its jaw snapped at the air, promising to tear through their ship.

Aboard the vessel were smaller Impuritas variants that Frost recognized, like the Macro Clumps, Angered Clumps, and Their Bodies – who t...

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715. Rough Seas Ahead

The Underflow was a calm, tamed beast. But it could not be underestimated. Frost noticed a myriad of large creatures lurking beneath the waters as she went to take a closer look at the newfound world.

Rays of light cascaded through hundreds of sinkholes like a torch shone into a colander. It illuminated the darkness of the pellucid sea, reaching the sifting seabed where shipwrecks and jagged boulders moved like they had a mind of their own.

The seas of the Underflow could reach as...

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714. Towards The Underflow!

< We cannot ignore the possibility that our assault is in jeopardy >

 

< Time is ticking >

 

Nav’s message kickstarted the chaos that quickly engulfed the deck of the 100-meter-long cargo ship. All hands latched onto a solid surface as the ship rocked in its rapidly filling dry dock.

The colossal gates bulged as the ship rammed against it....

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713. To Chase A Fallen Star

Like Cer, his own electrical field countered hers, allowing him to remain within her field without taking damage. Additionally, a small, thin line of electricity connected them together.

This was because of their Ability – [Charged Blood Tether].

But unlike the link that bonded and enhanced Cer and her sisters, their bond was destructive, causing both to rapidly lose MP just to maintain it. She resumed her assault on the wolf. The problem with fights against Moons was that they ...

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712. The Electric Fang VS The Wise Black Wolf

Black clouds gathered above the city. Static discharge sporadically appeared in the dusty atmosphere, crackling away as the giant, five-meter-tall wolf made of pure darkness howled with Raoul’s voice at an invisible moon.

“I could never wish this lamentation upon my own sisters!” Raoul began as the clouds above the world spiraled like a forming cyclone. “All you had to do was give up on your aspirations to avoid this hell. But you followed me, Cer, down beyond the depths of my l...

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711. How Much Have We Diverged, O' Dearest Sister?

Raoul’s gaze lingered on Cer like he couldn’t decide whether to allow her to follow them, or to tell her to leave.

Instead, he left Cer to her own devices as they passed through the more lavish part of the city controlled by the White Midnight Syndicate.

Broken gravel paths were replaced with white bricks. Eyes followed them through tinted windows of grandeur buildings that flanked long roads. The buildings in this part of the city were built like fortresses.

A total of ...

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