“Iscario!?” Frost cried in shock when she finally saw the state the man was in.
Iscario walked into the light of the village drenched in blood. One of his eyes was plucked clean from the socket. It bled like a gouged fountain as he clutched onto it through his drooping hair.
But he was calm. Terrifyingly calm.
It was as if nothing was awry. Frost’s heart rapidly beat in response as her body instantly took over. She clutched onto his shoulders and tried to move him asid...
2023-04-01 11:15:28 +0000 UTC
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These chapters are non-canon. They were made for the sole purpose of April Fools.
The surface of Elysia changed over a millennium.
Vast swaths of land and the continents surrounding the ever-standing Nexus were united as a continuous urban sprawl. Concrete buildings of glass rose as though reaching for the boundless heights of the First Advent.
It was the only thing that hadn’t changed in the last thousand years...
2023-04-01 06:54:21 +0000 UTC
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Carpalis’ presence was a godsend. It lifted their spirits after the revelation of the Piece of the Fallen Star. She scanned the world with narrow eyes, her black irises unreflective of the burning sorrow both near and afar. Without uttering a word she was able to convey how she felt about the loss of S4. Even if it was the breeding grounds of monsters, it did not change that people were involved in Frost’s wrath.
Standing by the edge she gazed upon Frost as the others could not disc...
2023-03-31 11:53:15 +0000 UTC
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The pale beam came down to cleave the world into two. The holy smite banished the impurity that was the Central Apiary, beginning from the top as it carved its way to the bottom, chasing the Masterpiece.
Black remnants of the structure crumbled as only a shell remained, toppling onto neighboring spires as the others threw themselves from its edge. After hurdling a hundred meters, they tore into the closest spire, watching as everything disappeared into the grey smoke underneath. Frost i...
2023-03-30 11:34:14 +0000 UTC
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The scenery was always the same.
Perhaps like the flames that arose from the chute, her emotions were quickly blowing up from the recesses of her gut into her throat. But even so, she remained entirely silent, drowning in the bloodshed like a possessed maniac.
“The amount of Nex you are producing is unbelievable, but something still continues to siphon it away. Something beyond our scope or reach. This occurred when we were in the presence of the Seed if I recall. But the ef...
2023-03-29 11:19:12 +0000 UTC
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The finite scale of the tower could only mean one thing.
The end was upon them. It was all within reach now. The Masterpiece took a considerable blow from Frost’s attack as she clutched onto it, skewering its many hands with her Touch of Golds to keep herself in place. 25 wrapped it like a yarn of barbed wire, and the other half burrowed into the thick walls of the Central Apiary, like maggots into the skin of a rotting apple.
It managed to bring its speed down by half as the sp...
2023-03-29 11:16:36 +0000 UTC
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Reaching it now was impossible. Its speed was inconceivable. But as they tumbled and rolled, Frost took rein of the situation and ordered Nav to manifest the Iron Candle. If there was anything that was going to give them an edge, however small it was, it would be this.
“Jury! Do you know if Retrocausality has a range limit!?” Frost asked as wax wings sprouted from her left arm, her heat suddenly intensifying to the point where Jury winced, her tail trembling at the mere touch.
2023-03-28 01:05:56 +0000 UTC
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Retrocausality implied that the attack was delivered from the future. A future Jury spoke to the present one through the flavor text. None of it ever made sense to her. Why these white orbs were named Angels. Why they were hungry. And what the meaning of the pale rock was.
The only pale rock they knew of was the Nexus. All manners of questions arose suddenly with no answers in sight. But right now, they couldn’t afford to lose track of the situation at hand.
Only the clothes of ...
2023-03-28 01:03:57 +0000 UTC
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Limbs. Bodies. Organs. Carapace. It hailed from the skies as electrical pulses squashed the horde of Insectid before they could even comprehend what had occurred. An invisible electric bug net zapped those that strayed too close, and the embers of 50 Touch of Golds incinerated all. Frost drowned in blood, her body soaked in the scarlet juices of the train’s innards like a starving dog.
A long tube-like rope hung from her chest, precisely where her heart was. Connected to it was the co...
2023-03-27 01:57:58 +0000 UTC
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< Entering the City of Spades for the First Time >
< Welcome to the City of Spades >
A steam train of ridiculous proportions roared into the City of Spades, riding along an invisible, premeditated track straight for the heart of Scarlet Logic. It ploughed through the earth, upheaving all in its path like a mountain on wheels.
The wheels chugged with a rhythmic, metallic groan, screaming that it was more than just a mac...
2023-03-25 23:56:35 +0000 UTC
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Scarlet Logic.
They blocked out the dim light of the sun like a swarm of locusts. Had she not looked up, then she would have believed that a second night had befell them. A fragmented shadow blanketed the world underneath the colossal walls as all eyes rose to the hundreds of Insectid personnel.
They took to the skies, each in perfect formation. Upwards of fifty were grouped in a squadron, lead by an Insectid rallying the banner of Scarlet Logic.
Scarlet F...
2023-03-25 10:18:12 +0000 UTC
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The mountain of corpses writhed. Maggots plagued their flesh, and they no longer took upon the appearance of a Crimson Hunger abomination. The bodies of humans and Demi-humans piled upon one another, creating the pillars that held up Bride’s pale castle, towering a hundred meters into the air.
Blood dribbled from the fresh wounds of the damned, oozing like the juices of crushed cherries. The land underneath, crushed by its amalgamative mass, was shaped into a bowl. The homes pulverize...
2023-03-24 02:12:15 +0000 UTC
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Act I.
It was a word that struck an ominous chord. The Librarians. No, the Authors of Existentia wielded the power to create entities from their tales, as their namesakes implied. A masterpiece of a play manifested before their eyes as an abominable theatrical.
The cathedral shifted. Every crimson mass expanded as bricks began to shatter, creating a cavity. The Remembrance were swallowed by the flesh, dissolving their bodies until a putrid, vaguely humanoid figure remained. The ca...
2023-03-23 00:41:56 +0000 UTC
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The sewers ran deep. An entire maze of branching tunnels and murky scarlet rivers spanned the entirety of this city. Within its shallows they were met with the full resistance of the Crimson Hunger.
Their Bodies, Macro Clumps, Toxic Clumps, and the remnants of the crying Bers clogged the tunnel, emerging from the forked paths like a tidal wave. The brickwork walls and ceiling split in their wake, held only by the fleshy network of moss that glued everything together like glue. The sewer...
2023-03-22 05:49:04 +0000 UTC
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They were alone again, left to face the Impuritas head on while the world fell asleep. The grey smoke concealed the inferno of S4 from the Eye in the sky. Thoughts of the rest of the Nex Megalopolis filled Frost’s mind to the brim.
It kept her away from the others as they gathered by the newfound Ber, ecstatic to see that she was alright. She was slightly shorter than Jury standing at 170cm, a full 10cm taller than Frost. It was funny in a way having to look up at her now, and a part ...
2023-03-21 05:39:00 +0000 UTC
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Seeing the 15th Peace Flock and Cara’s team together alive and well was relieving. But Frost still suspected that there was a caveat hiding in plain sight. After hearing the unapologetic confessions from the Scarlet Logic personnel, the scales of her judgement tilted towards prejudice.
Jury stuck close to her as they listened to Cara, Usa, the Captain and Vice-Captain of the Peace Flock’s confessions and testimonies. Her unblinking eyes saw through all lies. The golden glow was smea...
2023-03-20 19:13:32 +0000 UTC
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Memento Mori.
In the outskirts and the bleakest recesses of the world they were known as the Death Defilers, specializing in reanimating the dead and defying death itself. While the Hungry and Scarlet Logic could replicate, they were not immune to the passage of time, and the constraints of their mortal bodies.
Clad in steel and incapable of withering after death, the Death Defilers defied the law of death. The metal protected them from the impending approach of time, fossilizing ...
2023-03-19 22:18:31 +0000 UTC
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S4 was not just a series of desolate urban lands, connected by barren roads and cut off by gaping chasms. The closer one moved towards the bright lights of the City of Spades, the more civilized things became. Escarpment after escarpment stacked upon each other as one travelled towards the holy grail of opportunity.
Wide streets like the City of Diamonds. Tall triple stories homes standing shoulder to shoulder to cram the bursting population. Alleyways ran together throughout the inner ...
2023-03-19 01:03:12 +0000 UTC
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Where Frost was an Angel in the eyes of those with good hearts, she was a Demon in those that lived nefariously. Morality in her mind was a set of universal principles that acted as the basis of civilization and the fundamentals of what made someone ‘good’. Or at least the concept of being civil.
Such a thing seemed like a pipe dream in Elysia, where powers reigned supreme, and where human morality was but one aspect of the greater whole. How did Kingdoms and Empires of for...
2023-03-18 01:06:53 +0000 UTC
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Frost didn’t speak a word to Ber or her sisters, only nodding with a candid smile. Or what looked like one. Her eyes spoke more than what Frost ever could. Never blinking, her eyes remained widened like the headlights of a train. There was much revolving around her mind, clouding it as she received the message from Jury regarding the false healers.
But her judgement remained firm. If Jury had passed their verdict as guilty, then Frost was the judge to decide their fate, and the execut...
2023-03-17 21:08:16 +0000 UTC
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The figure was like the Impuritas Abomination, or the Exalted who grew nonsensical features. Feathers on a wolf Demi-human was unheard of. The amalgamation of Avian characteristics and canine threw a wrench into the minds of all present. An aura of superiority accompanied the figure, with an odd elegance that failed to match her spiteful eyes.
Disbelief poisoned the Midnight Collection Team as they scrambled to reassess the situation, with the Arachnid leading with cries such as: “The...
2023-03-16 23:12:01 +0000 UTC
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Lash after lash, with no cover in the way they were subjected to sweeping red whips. Avoiding them was a simple task. But avoiding 7 was nigh impossible. When they tried to move towards cover, a whip would precisely intercept. The sheer reach of these weapons was a staggering 30 meters.
They were cornered. Trapped within a ring of red and a wall of fire. But never did they consider surrendering. It was not a vice of their pride as wolves. It was their uncorrupted virtue.
“… Do...
2023-03-15 20:55:52 +0000 UTC
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Devastation was known to follow in the footsteps of a Moon. They were best watched from afar, less one wished to be crushed by their celestial might. Stars fell into a quandary place. The majority were known to act as guides for those that were lost, like a bright star in the cusp of midnight.
But there were others who dominated the skies with their ardent heat. An inhospitable celestial body that knew only how to wreak havoc and to burn the wings of those that tried to reach them. Thes...
2023-03-15 20:51:47 +0000 UTC
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The Black Swan returned to the center of the lake. All feathered claws and dark accessories were swallowed into her body as she brazenly stared at Frost, her arms folded across her chest and shoulders in the shape of an ‘X’.
A sudden chill ran down Frost spine. Her instincts forced her body to twist into the opposite direction mid-rush as she created space between her and the Black Swan. With her HP having dropped to 125,000 thanks to the additional damage dealt by the Severe Burn C...
2023-03-14 01:36:32 +0000 UTC
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The Wharftow lake arena was identical to the real thing, barring that there were no people in sight. From the hilltop house Frost shared her first intimate night in, to the wooden harbor and the forests beyond; it was a contrast to Grandis’ mountainous backdrop.
“Childish watercolor to realism. One way to interpret the background is that she’s now moved on.” There was meaning in every fragment and every crevasse of the Corrupted. Whether it be a single stray hair or the form Ber...
2023-03-13 03:54:33 +0000 UTC
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“I remember seeing her for the first time. She was dressed in blue and looked so… much like me. Short hair, weird blue clothing. Everything about her screamed ‘unattractive’. Cer looked like she was flirting with her. She always did have an obsession with people with those kinds of eyes.”
Past the waists and backs of countless in the Common Hub of the Nexus, a silent Ber curiously watched Frost’s interaction with Cer. A wave of nostalgia struck Frost as she was brou...
2023-03-12 21:29:33 +0000 UTC
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Jury’s appearance was what caused all semblance of fight or flight to disappear. The staggering resemblance she had to the 2ndApostle caused the Dawn Team personnel to tighten their grip along the handles of their weapons.
This was not because they were prepared to fight. Rather, it was in instinctual response to brace themselves than to entertain the cursed thought of battling with the Apostle that in all likelihood had slaughtered them numerous times in the past during their Atelier...
2023-03-12 11:16:37 +0000 UTC
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The grievances continued to pile up. Ignis’ sheer size was the fire warning for all to begin the evacuation of S4. Whether it be Syndicates or the ordinary, the telltale signs of a calamity were present.
The flames and smoke were the second. The third was the ominous blue glow that illuminated their slowly darkening world.
And the fourth was the prowess of a certain white-haired figure. In terms of raw strength, she was roughly on par with Frost bearing in mind that this exclude...
2023-03-11 23:28:41 +0000 UTC
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Black patches of smoke stirred into the grey blanket that smothered the skies of the City of Spades. S4 burned as the residuals of the Amalgam’s flames spread like wildfire, eliminating all that it touched as it spread through the fleshy networks of the Crimson Hunger like lantern fuel.
Lurking beneath the sea of black and grey was Ignis’ Musculo-skeletal form. The steam generated from the sheer size and contractions of its mass added to the rising ambient heat. The blanket of smoke...
2023-03-10 20:36:27 +0000 UTC
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Jester of Speech | HP: 10,000
< “Wishing for sweet berries. For the thrill of the hunt. For the butcher of our meats. To the sewing of old clothes. I always enjoyed frolicking along the flowerbeds you so loved mom.” >
< “Suffocating in all of this pressure. This expectation… Don’t they all know that I’m really just only one girl?” >...
2023-03-09 00:04:47 +0000 UTC
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