haha, that's an expression similar to "face went pale," not a reference to an injury
"Y-You wouldn't! Can the barrier even survive that?" Elise stammered, the blood draining from her face.
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yeah, something like that
Soltair and Trithe awaited us at the gate. Since we had left the scene of the incident first, word had yet to spread, and the guards let us pass with cheerful farewells. Our next destination lay several weeks' travel to the northwest—a border fortress between the Kingdom of Radia and the Cerxov Empire, home to the prestigious Western University where Connor, the Undead Hero, had studied.
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Nah, he hasn't closed one before. I believe there was a conversation with the Pope where they said demon gates had already appeared, and that was an inconsistency, as you pointed out. I went back and changed it.
"Almost. Oh, Xiviyah, I almost forgot. After you fainted, the church sent word a Demon Gate opened near our position. According to the message, it's the first one ever, so we get first clear rights. I bet Alex is going throw a fit," he said with a smile.
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Nah, I don't mind at all. I've spent a lot of time writing this and don't always have the patience to catch every little mistake. I really appreciate it when someone points out any errors and try to fix them right away. Thanks!
Haha you might be right. I'll take a look at it in a bit. Thanks!
My fingers shook as I rummaged through my dress's rags, growing ever more frantic until I felt the touch of cold steel. With a sigh of relief, I withdrew the slender needle, tilting it until it caught the shattered starlight seeping through the polluted sky. A little brown blotch stained one end, proving this wasn't the first time it had been used. Figures.
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Thank you for the kind words! I hope you keep reading and enjoy the story!
I'll take a look at it. Thanks!
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She got her power from the gods as a priest, while Xiviyah was a mage.
I glanced at her, eyes lingering on her exposed, finely-toned stomach, and nodded. "I can't believe you gave up magic. That must have been like cutting off an arm. When Lord Byron took away my mana, I…"
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I closed my eyes and let out a long, shuddering breath. The needle slipped through my numb fingers and clattered onto the rough pavement. Nothingness swirled around me, bringing the first peace I'd felt in my short, miserable life. No one would miss me, and if any did...? Well, there was always someone else to beat or rape. They'd move on quickly. But then...gods? Since when did nothingness have so many gods? Chosen by the goddess of Fate, I'm thrust into a world of magic and wonder alongside nine other heroes. A world where the gods reign supreme, and evil is vanquished before it can spread its blight. Can such a place truly exist? Could life really be worth living? I've heard that the brightest lights cast the longest shadows, but my life has been nothing but darkness. Perhaps this new world will be the chance I need to find the light, to see the other side. Discord: https://discord.gg/PX3xqJdZMY587 Chs 1.5k Colecciones
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A survivor of the annihilation on Mars at the hand of the Nightmares, Kinson Virin is allowed to attend the TItan University of Psionics, a prestigious university for the high school and college age elites to study and master their psionic abilities. As the school year comes to a close, he struggles to remain enrolled and faces expulsion due to his tremendous weakness with his psionic ability- the power to enter the deathdream. Little is understood about his power, and little is done to help him succeed. In a desperate attempt, Kinson grabs an opportunity presented by a friend and quickly finds himself on the front lines of the deathdream, both as a researcher, and a combatant.62 Chs 9 Colecciones
blood stains turn brown after a period of time
The Butler's footsteps left me alone, weeping quietly on the ground. The whip had sliced my flesh into long, bloody ribbons, and every time I tried to move, my body cried out in pain. Droplets of scarlet blood scattered by my frenzied thrashing painted over brown stains left by countless slaves before me. My entire body hurt, most especially the Sunpurge, which throbbed endlessly.
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