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“Concentrate. Picture your sword, describe it to me”, she heard Peritia say
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Amy had already started planning the next few days of learning for Aurora, but unbeknownst to her, Fate was turning towards a certain man who was currently peacefully sleeping in his armchair.
Nick woke up with a jolt as he felt a presence behind him and an eerie voice whispering
A harsh wind blew across the dead terrain as a lone knight fought a losing battle against the shadows. Dodging another blow, he wondered how much longer he would have to hold on, how long would it take them to find him.
Concluding that the sensors were not detecting him yet, he closed his eyes, concentrated. The shadows stayed back, unable to predict his next move. With a blinding glow, the double edged sword in his hand shot a beam of Cyan light into the sky, lighting up the barren land before he slumped to the ground in a heap.
The shadows stayed still as they watched his body disintegrate. Nick smiled as he saw the walls of the castle before him as his eyes closed completely.
“We just want to talk”
“Well, I don’t”
Her father sighed wearily and pinched the bridge of his nose outside the door. How was anyone supposed to convince his headstrong daughter that her career choices would definitely be frowned upon in the town. Not that that would deter her in the least. She was nothing if not stubborn and determined, and those were good attributes for a warrior he supposed. That’s what she wanted to do anyway.