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227. The Jester of Speech

< [Vice of Speech] >

< With a sealed mouth, she allowed their words to dress her into a form she despised the most >


< “Jester...

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226. A Window Into Ber's Present

“There was a point my life where things felt like they were at their highest. We became Moons of the Nexus. Survivors of Serum S.”

Ber internally narrated these passages of her memories, flickering through them like a children...

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225. A Corrupted Ber's Emotional State

Ber’s mental state was depicted in the form of a children’s book. Vibrant watercolors bled into surrounding objects as a background of painted trees, mountains and reeds surrounded them.

The lake was calm, and in the reflection of the Un...

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224. Ber, the Unloved Duckling

Nav’s message was the last thing she ever wanted to hear. In that moment Frost turned on all heels, dropped every last Impuritas, quenched all flames that were not a part of her body and shouted at the top of her lungs.

“BER! CALM DOWN!...

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223. A Piece of Abhorrent History

The City of Spades Massacre was the one-week war between Justica Arms and the Scarlet Logic, spanning across several Sectors. No official number of the total death toll was ever conclusively decided. Whilst the 2nd Branch claimed they had killed n...

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222. Violence Is The Only Appropriate Language

Vengeance. The collective hatred against Raoul – the Wise Black Wolf – was the driving force of their mission to eliminate Cer, Ber and Res. This did not mean the Crimson Hunger thrived solely to take down Raoul, however. Rather, Raoul was but...

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221. Crimson Hunger: Complex Heart

The City of Spades was sparse of sapient life, contrary to the population that was known to exist in S4 and its neighboring Sectors.

The disease that was the Crimson Hunger had plucked countless lives over course of the Nex Megalopolis’ li...

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220. Escalating Emotions

Ber was the first to reunite with Frost whose underside of her hair shone blue, evident that she had manifested the Greed Counter. Similarly, one hundred golden arms extended out from Frost’s back like the wings, each brimming with a flame at th...

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219. We Discarded Many, and the Chapter of a Moon

< CONDITION: Nil >


“Nil…?” Her voice was rife with disbelief, wondering if it was maybe a mistake, or a trick of some kind akin to how the Heart of Ours negated the RESIST stat.

...

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218. Another Point in Civilization

“You’re right. I know I don’t know a single fucking thing. But if it’s your right to live, then the same goes for everyone else… No matter what, there’s taboos that shouldn’t be broken. Eating flesh… even I’ve dabbled in it! But ...

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217. The Venus Flesh Trap

“The Seeds transform people into Impuritas… An imperfect version of themselves. What a fucking disgrace.” Frost adorned her disdain as she spat with rabid vitriol.

Her irises flared unexpectedly like the headlights of a truck; the gold...

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216. Offensive on the Blood Filters!

[Inferno].

Her body moved on its own. Something deep within her heart snapped as flames suddenly consumed her gloved hands like blazing wicks. Punching, biting, and trampling over the unwashed scum that took pleasure in devouring the innocen...

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215. What is the 'Apple' Advent?

Frost’s imagination was vast. Having been exposed to the worst of injuries in her past profession, she thought of herself as someone who could swallow their disgust and push forward with an iron will. But her past reality and current fantasies w...

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214. The Missionary and Act X's Stance

“Missionary…”

The Attuned Messenger croaked.

“Attuned Messenger…”

The Missionary hollowly hummed.

Her presence froze the room. The disorderly cannibals of the Blood Filter Syndicate immediately ceased everything...

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213. Blood Filter and the Deal

The elevation changed drastically the closer one approached S4. It sunk lower and lower into the recesses of the world, surrounded by nothing but walls, much like the ones that cut off the entire Outskirts away from the rest of the Nex Megalopolis...

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212. The Arbiter and the Archivist at the Crossroads

The Arbiter was undoubtably an Angel. Her tails were plentiful unlike Jury’s and her skin was as white as snow. The Archivist wondered if there were different types of Angels, but she kept this thought to herself as she approached the patient Ar...

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211. The Floor of Civilization

Whilst Brandar sunk into another long night, someone moved frivolously somewhere within the Nexus. The upper Sanctums where the Beholders and the Arbiter gathered were endlessly gripped with political wars and conflict. Further below, past the mid...

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210. The Finger Conundrum

In only a day they had already traversed halfway through S3. Syndicate after Syndicate were uprooted along their warpath towards S4. Due to the time restraint, they could not afford to escort the people they had freed back to Armistice Point.

<...

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209. From One Syndicate to Another

The City of Spades was surprisingly diverse in its landscape. Gone were the flat plains of green. Instead, a world of chasms, gorges and canyons of volatile land crept through its sectors like ivy.

These passages were known as the ‘fast ro...

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208. Seeds?

There was once a time when Frost didn’t believe that death was an appropriate punishment. In her civilized mind death was a barbaric method to stave people away. Her profession made it clear that people could be healed. They could change for the...

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207. Syndicates of the City of Spades

Long ago the City of Spades ran along the same flat plane as Brandar. Bordering H10 and S3 was the terminating line of H10’s escarpment. The smooth cliffs plunged straight into an endlessly thick blanket of fog. The outskirts of the City of Spad...

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206. The Gift, and the Beginning of an Inevitable War

“It’s a legitimate fear. And I’m thinking what I’m about to do will begin a chain of disaster. Iscario. The dungeon monsters. Scarlet Logic. I have every reason to believe they’re all working against the Nexus, and actively seeking the P...

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205. The 6th Apostle

The teleporting platform transported them to an unknown floor. They could not tell if they were somewhere higher or lower. The purple and white walls still surrounded them as they found themselves in what appeared to be a chamber for worship.

<...

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204. The 6th Branch

They recognized Frost as the fabled Black Incandescent Color, a title arguably more revered than the Stars and Moons of the Nexus.

There were 13 recognized Colors in Elysia: The White Wing; Black Dove; Violet Key; Red Barron; Blue Chorus; Ye...

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203. Associations, Offices, and the Big Spire

H10 was one of 12 locations in Elysia collectively known as an ‘Adventurer’s Hub’. Each location was defined by a great, crystal spire belonging to Justica Arms, ran by one of Beholder Galia’s trusted Apostles.

Only 11 locations rema...

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202. H10 and New Sights

Sultry outfits, bunny suits, maid uniforms, and bikini armor.

Otherwise collectively known as the four horsemen of Frost’s apocalypse. H9’s streets were infested with these apparels. The smaller settlements afar were relatively sane, but...

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201. Tour De Hearts!

Day after day, night after night, they were greeted with the peerless sights of the City of Hearts. The Sectors of each City were diversified and fostered their own unique subcultures.

H7 was a vast, architecturally impressive Sector where a...

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200. A Fragment of Ber's Past

“What does an Atelier mean to you all? Just a pack of wolves with a fake alpha and their little tool that makes them the big shot? Or is it a sense of belonging? An identity?”

A wise Ber spoke as she lifted her chin towards the moon. The...

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199. Towards H10

The Express Networks were the fastest means of transport in the Nex Megalopolis

Outside of the Chained Theocracy’s sealed passaged that linked each city’s reception, and the Hyperlinks of course.

It would take 24 hours at the most ...

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198. A Theatrical In Development

“But a tale can be interpreted. Our world is a tale itself. Our fabric of existence is but a page, written by the ebbs and flows of the metaphorical pen we call time.” The woman whispered, her grimacing at the quality of their catch.

“...

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