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Locus crouched to meet her eyes. โCurrently, Iโm a teenager who doesnโt know who he is anymore. Iโm not a spectacular hero who has numerous achievements to his name. Iโm some unknown kid with a future that could kill him. Treat me as Locus and not like the reincarnation of a god.โ He said as he took her hands and raised them, forcing both of them to stand.
After crashing his wagon off of a cliff while being pursued by men on horseback, a young man - suffering from a case of amnesia - finds himself banding together with a mysterious girl in order to survive the harsh wilderness of the late 1800's.
โTorch! Thatโs the only light spell I know, but itโs a low class one.โ Max shook his head before closing his eyes. He built up elemental essence in his fingers, discharging it in front of him and creating a wall. The darkness slammed against the wall, revealing the shadow within it.
The front two motorcyclists didnโt notice a noose made out of thin string, near-invisible at the end of the street, or the tripwires that were on the side of the nooses. The motorcyclists made it to the end of the street and placed their heads in the right spots for the nooses. The nooses were big enough for their heads to fit through and thin enough for the targets to not feel their death looming around their necks. The man smirked as he wriggled his fingers, which controlled the nooses. He
โHmm. Then I guess you gotta go.โ The manโs muscles, which were meek and slim, slowly expanded to the size of a large flatscreen television. โThey call me Tank. Youโll see why,โ Tank winded up a punch. Grian looked at his sides and noticed Flameโs men surrounding him, appearing, seemingly, out of nowhere. They blocked every exit except the one behind Grian. The grim reaper stood behind him. โSee ya!โ Tank shouted. He threw the punch and hit Grian, dead center. Grian propped his dagger in front
โA task? Am I to become a hero?โ He shouted, his eyes sparkling.
Locus crouched to meet her eyes. โCurrently, Iโm a teenager who doesnโt know who he is anymore. Iโm not a spectacular hero who has numerous achievements to his name. Iโm some unknown kid with a future that could kill him. Treat me as Locus and not like the reincarnation of a god.โ He said as he took her hands and raised them, forcing both of them to stand.
After crashing his wagon off of a cliff while being pursued by men on horseback, a young man - suffering from a case of amnesia - finds himself banding together with a mysterious girl in order to survive the harsh wilderness of the late 1800's.
โTorch! Thatโs the only light spell I know, but itโs a low class one.โ Max shook his head before closing his eyes. He built up elemental essence in his fingers, discharging it in front of him and creating a wall. The darkness slammed against the wall, revealing the shadow within it.
The front two motorcyclists didnโt notice a noose made out of thin string, near-invisible at the end of the street, or the tripwires that were on the side of the nooses. The motorcyclists made it to the end of the street and placed their heads in the right spots for the nooses. The nooses were big enough for their heads to fit through and thin enough for the targets to not feel their death looming around their necks. The man smirked as he wriggled his fingers, which controlled the nooses. He
โHmm. Then I guess you gotta go.โ The manโs muscles, which were meek and slim, slowly expanded to the size of a large flatscreen television. โThey call me Tank. Youโll see why,โ Tank winded up a punch. Grian looked at his sides and noticed Flameโs men surrounding him, appearing, seemingly, out of nowhere. They blocked every exit except the one behind Grian. The grim reaper stood behind him. โSee ya!โ Tank shouted. He threw the punch and hit Grian, dead center. Grian propped his dagger in front
โA task? Am I to become a hero?โ He shouted, his eyes sparkling.