Silavin
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Ize sat frozen, bewildered. “It’s difficult to keep the material intact. If I slip up, I might kill her by accident…” She felt a chill crawl down her spine. “Maybe I should cover her entire head? Just a section wouldn’t be enough.” The conversation between Elene and Odelya — who were supposed to be fixing her hair and makeup — had taken a deeply unsettling turn. Ize sat stiffly as they loomed over her, one in front, the other behind, both wearing…-
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“All right! I’ll go get them!” Odelya said before spinning on her heel and dashing out of the room. Elene watched her go, a quiet chuckle escaping her lips, her voice light with amusement. “Have you two known each other for a long time?” Ize asked after a moment. “Let me think…” Elene tilted her head, considering. “We met within my first year as an adventurer, so it’s been nearly seven years now.” “Seven years… that’s a long time.” “It is, but it…
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“Once upon a time, there was a Sage known as the Phantom Mirage…” The moment Fieda uttered those words, an uneasy weight settled in Hal and Ize’s chests. “Phantom Mirage” — just the name alone carried an air of mystery so deep it threatened to leave the tale’s listeners feeling hollow. “This Sage wielded an illusion skill of unparalleled power,” he continued. “So potent was their craft that they could conjure Mystic Beasts spoken of only in ancient legends. Yet, what…
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Inside the quiet sanctuary, Hal and Fieda waited, their earlier conversation tapering off into silence the moment the heavy door opened. As the Padre stepped out, Ize followed at his side, her face as pale as parchment. The sight sent a bolt of alarm through both of them, and they rushed to her. “Ize, you all right there?” Hal supported her arms, trying to steady her. “What happened?” Fieda promptly asked. “Did you not receive a skill? Padre, what’s going on?”…
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On the short walk back to the inn from the food stalls, Ize turned to Fieda for advice on how she should handle questions about her new skills. The reason was that the combination of Dark and Light magic was pretty much unheard of. If word got out, perhaps people would talk. “Most people won’t ask outright,” Fieda started. “At most, they’ll want to know how many skills you have, or if they’re general ones.” “What about magical skills? Or unique ones? Do they just not say…
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Adventurers lived and breathed information. Rumors spread easily in Jasted, a city teeming with those who made their living in the wilds and the Dungeon. Most were little more than idle speculation, the kind that got twisted with every retelling. But when it came to the appearance — or disappearance — of Mystic Beasts, people paid attention. Because, out there, knowing the difference between truth and misinformation could mean the difference between life and death. And lately, a peculiar…
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Powerful Mystic Beasts roamed the 41st floor of the Jasted Dungeon, welcoming only the bravest and most formidable adventurers. Today, among the challengers were… “GRUOOOOOOO!” “Hah!” “Yah!” “Ize! Get behind it! Hal, you too!” “On it!” “Hrrrah!” “GRAAAAH!” “Take this!” “There!” “Hal, now! Blast it!” “Aww, yeah!” Ize darted aside, swiftly avoiding the Orc General’s targeted strike as its massive axe swung with…
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“Good work today,” Kikuno said to the Guild staff still at their desks, then slipped out through the staff door. Outside, a boy with teary eyes and a girl sulking beside him stood waiting. “Kikuno, we–” She had expected this. Even so, she couldn’t help but sigh, while keeping her face unreadable. The boy flinched at the sound. “We’re going home,” Kikuno said. “W-wait…!” “I’ll listen when we get there.” “…Okay.” Kikuno was…
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Returning to their original plan, Ize and Hal stepped into Soup-er Pasta. Hal ordered a seafood soup pasta, while Ize opted for a creamy one. After their meal, they found themselves on a bustling street lined with food stalls — the same one they had glimpsed from the horsebus two weeks ago. The crowd thickened — it was now mid-December, the season of celebrations. The wind had turned sharp, though their newly bought jackets kept them warm. Still, it was clear that this was far from an ideal…
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