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There was a certain kind of warmth and satisfaction in the way he moved, annunciating his words with a wave of his hands, a quirk of his lips and brows. The way he’d constantly reach out to have some part of him gently touch or tap her, how he’d inhale when she wandered too close. A man so dangerous and volatile, and yet had so easily won her affections. Scarily weaving his way deep into her consciousness and steeping her heart in his intoxicating presence. She had shown him so much of herself today, small parts of her world that had been reserved for her and her alone - and he relished in it.

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Demian | L32 | HP: 740/740 | EN: 92/92 | DMG: 19 | MIT: 204 | ACC: 7 | AA | F-SPIRIT | EVA: 5 | BH:37 #

| NIGHT | Lv. 154 >> P. 120, Lv. 34 | Status: // Notes: stats for tier 3 sync. PT: refunding all SP. PT: biting x9 -> +18 DMG #

“I t htink that four set ts of S tairs wil be a goo d w aty to sober up just enough.” "I have a feeling that I'll be herding the two of you like a sheep dog during this quest” Mari waved off both Katoka and Arcanthus with a nonchalant hand, and a small stumble that would result in her shoulder colliding with Katoka. “S-Shorry. But n-no we have…a long walk. Sh’es righ shoul shober up a bit by then.” Mari felt a little guilty about that. The two were green players. And with her marked as a Pker, there was no simple way to get around. Hours were always added to trips as she

The man tapped her nose gently, before tracing the lines of her jaw seeing out the space behind her neck. Weaving his fingers in her hair. "Preach mi cara, I share it." Adjusting his feet, the glass crunching and being grinding beneath his heel. A sound he was quite familiar and fond of, yet the context was drastically different this time. Her hair a gentle satin in its softness, the mix of something sweet and salted, the tinge of some bitter chemical. A faint reminder of everything he had taken, and everything that he wanted before. A decree in how worthless it had all been, for those scents

Mari laughed softly. Shaking her head. "I can't be too mad. You saw the other day...I too get a little too swept up. I just...find it funny. I never really understood why someone would get upset or frustrated when I'd hurt myself that way. I'm experimenting. Why the fuck would I care if there are..." She shifted her gaze to the side, eying off the broken and bloody shards of glass scattered carelessly on the floor. She shifted, stomping on one of the larger shards. Listening to it snap and crackle beneath her boot. She lifted her face to kiss the underside of her chin. "It's so easy to be swe

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stats Coins tinked against the cold cave floor. The dragon's eyes flicked open. Great slits watched shadows dance. Something had entered her home uninvited. It happened from time to time, and it could have been a variety of different creatures. A bear looking for a home, or perhaps a lost wolf. She knew well enough that boars lived in the fields below her hillside cave, for she hunted them regularly. A cough echoed through the dark. It was not the sort of sound you would expect from a boar, or any other wild animal for that matter. Fed up with guessing, she made herself known. "

Chaos below. Dracul’s light flashed like a strobe in the titan’s chest – relentless, irritating, diverting. Corruption writhed, torn between healing the crown and shielding its heart. Instinct’s whisper: The bindings fray. Strike now. Ariel rose. Bruised ribs protested. Blood crusted her temple. Nihilim’s Wrath felt heavier. Colder. Still silent. It doesn’t matter. The edge was hers. The Valley’s trust was hers. Millicent tracked the corruption’s panic. "It’s destabilized! The fissure... it’s vibrating! Like a plucked wire!" The Colossus raised its left foot. The crown ti

TEXT Post Action: RAW-A > «Colossus» ID# 247XX | BD: 8 (6 +1+2, Hit!) | CD: 12 | [x2] (1) = 2 -(75) MIT =1 +18 DMG > «Colossus» +3 EN | Passive regen -(10) EN THORNS:18 procc! 2/3 Chest Dracul | HP: 605/605 | EN: 57/74 | DMG: 1 | MIT:127 | ACC:1 | TAUNT | THORNS:18 | BH:30 | REC: 4 | HLY: 6 | PARA | LD: 20 [Assisted] Ariel | HP: 941/941 | EN: 98/117 | DMG: 32 | MIT:0 | ACC:6 | AA | PHASE | EVA:2 | BH:10 | HB: 41 | REC: 6 | RISK: 6 | FLN: 12 | LD:19 | PROSP:3 | TXC-V: 24 [Assisting] «Col

The man would drink her scent and even kiss her forehead when given the opportunity, his eyes locked in a dark curiosity to her lethal little toys. The level of ingenuity, the creativity. Elegant, yet so simple. "I am...." He'd look to his hand leaving little droplets in red taps, that didn't even compute as he'd gotten so fixated on his thoughts flowing and bouncing ideas back and forth. He'd gesture with a pinched index and thumb on the unfucked hand: "I got a little swept up, scusa." Lancaster unfurls his fingers as she'd pull the bits of glass out, carefully wrapping it to which the man wo

The Colossus settled. Millicent’s breath hitched. "Gait stabilized! Right foot planted... left rising in five!" Opportunity. Ariel moved. Not a dash – a flowing glide over treacherous rock. Nihilim’s Wrath slid free without a whisper. The head weak point yawned before her, fissures wide from her first strike, corruption boiling within like molten tar. Shirajishi-ryū: Stone’s Embrace. The blade didn’t slash. It pierced. A single, perfect thrust into the nexus’s deepest crack. SHK-K-KRUNCH! Obsidian screamed. Light – pure, white, and agonizing – erupted from the wou

The Colossus stumbled. Ariel’s second strike echoed through its bones like a death knell. She carved deeper. Again. Kro’s corruption recoiled from the crown, black veins slithering downward toward the heart nexus—toward us. "Sir! The corruption—it’s converging!" Darius pointed. The diseased light in the central nexus intensified, pulsing like an infected wound. Millicent’s frantic warning from above rang in my ears: "It’s trying to heal!" Rage crystallized into cold purpose. Not while I stand here. "Shield!" I barked. Darius braced beside me, burnt arm trembling but unwavering.

The Colossus shook itself like a wet hound. Ariel locked her knees against the obsidian crown, Nihilim’s Wrath driven deep as an anchor. Millicent screamed as the world inverted, her grip on Ariel’s coat the only tether to reality. Basalt rained around them – fist-sized shards clattering, boulders the size of carts crashing into the void below. Instinct: Weight low. Hips fluid. Ride the tremor. The titan’s convulsions made the skyline seesaw. Dracul’s light flared far below – a beacon in the chest cavity. Steady. Alive. Millicent’s scanner shrieked as a fissure split the crown besi

The echo of my Howl faded into the Colossus's stone gullet—swallowed by indifference. Darius sagged against the basalt spur, cradling his blistered arm. His stamina bar was a thin gray sliver. "Tenacity, sir," he rasped. "But stone has no ears for noble demands." Fury burned my throat. Ariel carved canyons in its skull. I got echoes. The heart nexus pulsed before us, a diseased sun radiating contempt. Oath's light felt thin. Insignificant. Like polishing silver while the house burned. Then—a spark. Not hope, but spite. Thorns. They'd shattered debris on instinct. Could I make them bi

Chaos ruled the Colossus's crown. The walking mountain shook itself with world-breaking fury, its skull a storm of shearing rock and screaming winds that stole breath. Each step made the obsidian platform buck like a wild thing. Ariel held fast, Nihilim’s Wrath buried deep in stone, muscles burning. Millicent clung to her back, arms locked around her waist, face pressed into Ariel’s coat. Ash scoured their skin, stinging eyes and choking lungs with sulfur and ancient dust. Then— A raw roar ripped through the chaos: "ACKNOWLEDGE ME, QUARRY!" Dracul’s voice. Focused Howl. It echoed

The heart nexus pulsed—a diseased sun searing my retinas, its light bleeding into the Kro-tainted gloom. Darius braced beside me on the narrow basalt spur, knuckles bone-white against the rock. Above, chaos reigned. The Colossus’s skull had whipped sideways in a blur of rage, and Ariel’s health bar had flickered crimson at the edge of my vision like a warning flare before stabilizing. Millicent’s scanner chime echoed down through the titan’s cavernous innards—a tinny shriek of triumph and terror. They struck. They carved into it. The realization was a poison-tipped arrow: pride for the party,

The crown of the Colossus was a shattered altar to Kro’s corruption. Ariel knelt on obsidian shards, the head weak point pulsing inches away—a lattice of molten fissures seething with blackened energy. Millicent braced against a stone spire, scanners whirring as she mapped the unstable pattern. "Energy flux increasing! The binding is... vibrating! Like a plucked wire!" Instinct’s whisper: Strike the resonance. Ariel’s hand hovered over Nihilim’s Wrath’s hilt. Still cold. Still patient. Shadowflame slept. Precision needs no ornament. Below, the abyss churned—Dracul and Darius mere sparks a

Climbing this walking hell was like scaling a collapsing cathedral drunk. Every step sent tremors jarring up my spine, and Kro’s vapor clung to Oath’s light like tar, dimming its holy radiance to a sickly, jaundiced yellow. Darius moved ahead, unnervingly steady, his butler’s attire now gray with volcanic dust but still impeccably buttoned. "The nexus glows brighter, sir! We approach the crucible!" His relentless optimism was a dagger twist. Below, the abyss yawned—a sheer drop into rivers of molten rock where the Colossus’s "veins" pulsed with lazy, malevolent light. My stamina bar was a thin

The path to the Colossus’s crown was a vertical hellscape of shuddering rock and Kro’s suffocating breath. Ariel climbed with primal grace, fingers finding cracks in the basalt as if guided by the mountain’s own tremors. Millicent followed, scanners humming, her breaths shallow rasps against the toxic haze. Below, Dracul and Darius shrank to specks near the chest’s infernal glow—a molten star in the titan’s core. Ash rained ceaselessly, stinging exposed skin and gathering in the folds of their clothing like gray snow. The air itself resisted them, thick with the reek of sulphur and something o

Ariel’s orders hung in the stifling air, thick with the smell of scorched earth and that damned Kro-vapor. The heart nexus. A fitting target. Let my light scour its core. Ariel and Millicent were already scaling the inner slope towards the distant skull-crown, nimble as spiders on this impossible geology. Millicent’s scanner beam bobbed ahead of them, a tiny firefly in the titan’s guts. Darius adjusted his torn sleeve, his face serene despite the chaos. “Shall we, Master Dracul? The heart awaits.” His calm was infuriating. Didn’t he feel the leaden weight of this place? The sheer arroganc

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