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Omake: The Drought of Black Arms
POV: Skrugg, Feeorin Private Independent Reaving Acquisition Trade Entrepreneur, Quxitol, 345-R-09 System, Myto Sector, 2ABY.
Skrugg forced open the rusty and steaming door to the reinforced shipping container leading to the entrance. Glad to leave the heavy...
The words Dome of the Wyverns echoed in Emma's mind, leaving an uneasy shudder in its wake. The name carried a weight, a sense of foreboding that settled deep in her chest. As the carriage wheels rolled forward, her thoughts swirled with questions and fears.
There are truly dangerous things in...
The carriage creaked gently as it rolled along the uneven path, surrounded by the rustling trees and the occasional chirp of unseen birds. Flashes of vibrant plumage zipped across the sky—emerald greens, fiery reds, and golden yellows.
The birds flitted between the trees and distant cliffs...
The rhythmic clatter of the carriage wheels filled the air as Emma and her mother, Vivian, left the lively heart of Windfield Village behind.
The bustling market they had passed moments ago had been alive with color and chatter—merchants shouting about their wares, children darting between...
The soft creak of the wooden gate echoed as Emma and her mother stepped out of their house. The golden morning sun bathed the entire village of Windfield in a gentle, warm hue, painting the cobblestone streets and quaint homes with a radiant glow. The scent of dew-kissed flowers lingered in the...
Two days had passed since the magical three-day Green Festival of Windfield. The festival's final days had been just as enchanting as the first. Emma found herself reminiscing about the joy and warmth that filled those hours. They had eaten to their hearts' content—though Ethan, as usual...
The festival glimmered with joy, every corner of the venue alive with laughter and song. Even the cool breeze that occasionally swept through the gathering went unnoticed, lost amid the infectious cheer of the crowd. It was as though the night itself had been enchanted, each moment imbued with a...
Threadmarks: Chapter 23: A Promise Beneath the Stars
"Exploring?" Anna repeated softly, her voice carrying a hint of surprise. Her hands rested on the armrests of her wheelchair as though unsure whether to refuse or agree.
Before she could respond, Emma smiled and leaned forward. "Don't worry about it," she said reassuringly. "I'll move the...
Hmm... Kinda bothers me how the beers were handled. How is he to claim them now? Ned discovered them, and he hid his involvement in stashing them there.
Otherwise you came up with some interesting ideas for how to push this. Although an ambitious Ned is weird.
I should note however, that Moat...
Maybe? I guess it makes sense that none of them are well-versed in medicine, considering that they're all former crooks and killers. Still, it's a glaring oversight from Abin Sur to not have programmed at least some knowledge of medicine or xenobiology in the Indigo rings for medical purposes...
As I walked, the sleek black Hunter's ID felt less like a key and more like a shackle.
It was cool in my palm, a stark reminder of the second rule they'd hammered into us. No solo raids.
The logic was sound, I had to admit. Charging into a dungeon alone with zero experience was a spectacular...