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1097. Atropos, the Severer of the Strings

“Many Doves will be born. So much so that the Amalgam will never remember every face and every name. What is the loss of a Dove that has lost its feathers? A Dove that can no longer fly? A diseased dog, that has been given a cure, only t...

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1096. Impending Escalation

Res crunched the numbers in her head.

I destroyed two. Each leg segment has 12,500 HP. Its DEF is at just 1,000 for both ATT and MAG ATT. I can hit three times as much as that. So how come it seems like I’m doing much less damage? Coul...

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1095. Target The Milinid Legs!

Res smiled to herself as the swirls were absorbed into her body, forming paint splats along her apparel.

Total silence befell the army within a hundred-meter vicinity. Every Missionary in their ranks had been dismantled in an instant. The Ex...

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1094. Color of Their World

Act X’s forces swelled in size after reinforcements arrived through the leg of the Milinid. The remaining 2,000 became 8,000. The number was still much too low to be considered a threat.

However, Res was the only one capable of preserving ...

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1093. Lachesis, the Weaver of The Strings

Glitter fell from the sky.

It had no origin.

It materialized from thin air and fell like the ashes of a volcanic winter. They dissolved into motes of string as they touched the earth. A beautiful, four-winged entity stood in the distan...

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1092. A One Sided Effort

Suddenly, an array of colorful swirls that were textured like brushstrokes appeared thirty meters in the air. They began spinning like sawblades, and they were shortly thrown into Act X’s ranks. The colorful sawblades shredded countless legs bef...

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1091. The First Skirmish of the Atelier War

Five thousand Acolytes marched into battle knowing well they were no more than cannon fodder. They were the kind to die and smile as the boots of a superior trampled over their body. As long they contributed, however miniscule, to the cause then t...

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1090. The Grand Stage of An Impending Atelier War

The return to reality left them nauseous. Joy instantly heaved and clasped onto the closest person, her chin dribbling with bile. The group suddenly appeared in the center of an enormous stage.

It resembled a stadium. The marble floor was ex...

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1089. The End of The Audition

Raoul was taken aback.

That was a Mother Black Bird, a powerful Phenom of Contempt and one of the few creatures that surpassed the level 140 limit. Their beaks were known to crush metal armor like the shell of a peanut, and their talons coul...

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1088. Reunion

The fog that shrouded the world behind Raoul and the others disappeared when the twins finally joined them. Orth and Thras didn’t utter a single word about their dream. The two idly stood a meter away from Raoul and gazed off into the horizon wi...

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1087. The Star of Fates

The Director

< I am a Star. An Archetype now, but a Star in essence. It would be more accurate to say that my counterpart is my old self, however weakened it is. My old namesake was the Celest Star Weaver...

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1086. A Black Bird's Reunion

The floating landmass split into two halves.

The half they were on started to tilt to the side, sending chunks of rock rolling down into the sea. They were so far up that it was impossible to witness the surface of the sea break. It simply v...

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1085. News of Another Archetype

The end of the dream did not return them to the real world. A long, somber silence stretched for what felt like hours as Jury revealed her encounter with another Archetype. Evelyn, the Archetype of Attachment, and Michaela’s 2nd Apostle.

T...

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1084. Love Jury

“… You keep calling me child. Am I… to you?”

“It’s jarring, isn’t it? That a woman you barely know is treating you like one of her own. I consider all Seers of mine to be my kindred, as well as those I watch over...

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1083. Alone In The Dark Again

Cold.

The first thought that came to Jury’s mind when she regained control over her body was that it was cold. The absence of warmth and the darkness surrounding her took her back to a place she had once called home.

The Black Forest...

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1082. 2 Minutes Till World End

< Heartbeat! >

“If I couldn’t think then I’d feel the same way. The nihilism… the greed of wanting to maintain the numbness and ignorance. But I can think! I know how much people suffer! I want Frost to...

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1081. Retrocausality

Cer weaved through the returned attacks, moments before a purple arc of plasma collided with its surface. It was sent back at terrifying speeds, carving out a chunk of the platform ahead.

“||Atomic Splitter|| doesn’t work either! Get me ...

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1080. A Sealed Glimmer in All Its Glory

White Glimmer Jury’s stats were beyond anything Frost had ever seen. If a Glimmer in all its glory was level 400, then she could only imagine what a Star was like. Paradise Lost were already level 500 and beyond the capabilities of a Beholder. View Post

1079. The Gravitas of a Glimmer

Blood spilled down her chin. She followed the trail, finding a hideously twisted spear had skewered her. Another impaled her right thigh, her left arm, and then, her stomach.

The spears ceased abruptly. A silent scream rang from within the r...

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1078. To Be Skewered

There was no compassion left in her heart. The defiance of the weak in the face of insurmountable strength wounded her more than Cer every could.

“Strength, Frost, is truth. Cut the thoughts. Let the strings guide you!” View Post

1077. A Desire To Manifest

S.C.E.N.T.E.D Thoughts was the first Desire Main Sequence Corrupted to find use in combat. Judgement and Civilizations were the only Corrupted she had under her belt outside of the Corrupted Personas. It was a shame that she barely had enough to w...

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1076. An Unexpected Radiance

[Shortform Warp] became a minor inconvenience for Jury. In the end, her target was but a mere human. She had attempted to intercept Frost but to no avail due to her random teleportation pattern.

Growing tired of striking nothing but air, she...

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1075. An Unwinnable Battle

“You’ve regained your Support Skills. This must be the effect of [Accelerate Wound]. How childish. Do you believe it changes a thing?” Jury extended her left hand.

A sinister, dark blade snapped out of her wrist like a flip knife.

<...

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1074. A Mere Human

The real Jury was also inside of her.

She was trying to stop herself from hurting Frost. It finally made sense as to why she was holding back. What terrified her was the fact that even with 200 levels shaved off, this Jury was still a monste...

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1073. White Glimmer Jury

< ACT 4 >

< Face the self who stands at the pinnacle. They shall see what they can be in spite of what they are. Weave dependance into the strings. Let them wear a determined potential in all it...

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1072. The Angel Of The Floor of Judgement

Raoul always wanted to live a simple life without conflict. But she was born in conflict and a dire need to create powerful offspring. His father bred countless for the sake of creating children powerful enough to endure the strain of the powers o...

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1071. Those Who Severed The Offered String

“MALGAM!?”

Joy jolted awake after what seemed like a second later. She filled her lungs with fresh air as her vision was engulfed by a cloud of black fluff. Her hands rose to push it off, only to reveal a familiar face looking down at he...

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1070. Graveyard of Strung Husks

However, she could not bring herself to grasp the strand.

The others that were also presented behind that strand promised better futures. But she had seen them before, and worse, she had once lived in servitude as a puppet to a higher being....

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1069. A Strung Voice

The Looking Glass had activated unbeknownst to them.

It lulled the groups into a false sense of security and consumed them in a dreamlike state as soon as they had fallen asleep.

The obsidian tower was one of the few monolithic Looking...

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1068. Dreaming Of Becoming Sheep

Tears dripped into the soup.

Her stomach ached, but it was a satisfying pain. She did not expect herself to finish the meal as a regular human. Yet, in just fifteen minutes, she had cleaned the plates and was chewing on the cartilage of the ...

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