Questing V1, Chapter 2: Ties of Friendship and Bondage

The colossal triangular arena looked like a giant arrowhead, pointing towards The Forest of Corruption. Directly behind it was a massive two-hundred meter tall skyscraper, with thousands of nearly unbreakable black-mithril reinforced, glass-windows.

Sometimes the ninety-foot dwarven-steel walls, simply weren’t big enough to contain the demonic beasts that wandered into the coliseum. Therefore, it would have been absurd for the audience to have to actually been exposed to that kind of hellish environment. Not to mention the unreasonably high mana-density; some of the spectators wouldn’t have even been able to breath the air, and many of the monsters had poisonous gas or projectiles to attack with.

Rather than an arena, that place was more like a battlefield. Under normal circumstances, there would be dozens of adventurers, fighting with all of their power against the constant onslaught. Yet, standing on that empty grassy field, there were merely three people.

Well, they were humanoid, but only two of them were gladiators: a young Kodiak-Tribe warrior, wearing thick, blue, scaled plate-armor, and a similarly aged Tiger-Tribe girl, who only had a black-mithril cotton bikini as defensive equipment. They were facing what could only be considered, a demon: forty-five meters tall, covered in a thick pelt of reflective metallic needles, and in the shape of an absurdly large, white-skinned, gorilla.

The brown-bear was tightly gripping his massive, silver, glaive with both hands; he was at least three-hundred and twenty-five centimeters tall, yet the weapon still appeared large compared to him. However, it was the tigress who decided to make the first move, by pulling the trigger of her semi-automatic, black-mithril, sniper-rifle; sending the twenty-millimeter incendiary round, into the colossal beast’s left eye.

Its gigantic, bright-green, iris was penetrated, but aside from the creature’s vicious roar… there was no indication that any damage was actually done. It was hunched over, with its fists against the ground, and the ape was at least half a kilometer south of the two gladiators; however, the moment she attacked it, the demon began running on all fours at an alarming pace.

There was obviously no possible way that either of them could stop the creatures momentum at that point, at least not with their own bodies. Fortunately, the arena was not a place where rampaging monsters were allowed to win; once the beast made it halfway across the grass, there was a series of small explosions around its fingers and toes.

Landmines made out of black-mithril, a material that absorbed mana, were scattered across the field in specific locations. Costs for the devices were deducted from the gladiators reward, and were only deployed under extreme circumstances: to avoid friendly fire.

Once it skid across the ground, from losing its hands and feet, the beast glared at the white-furred, skinny, seven-foot tall tiger-girl; she had the typical black stripes, but the color-scheme was definitely strange: considering that all of the others were mostly orange. She purred “That’s right, look over here baby, don’t blink…” as she fired a burst of three more incendiary rounds, directly into the creatures left eye; that time however, the damage was much more obvious.

Each of her sniper-rifle rounds were custom bullets, made out of three types of mithril, with a mana-crystal in the center, and using runic magic… It even took a whole day for her to charge one of them with a simple fireball spell. Not only that, but the material costs were at least a gold per shot.

When she roared “Explode!” in her natural tongue, not just the eye, but the entire left side of the demon’s head, was devoured by a blinding golden light. Without most of its brain, the beast was incapacitated, but not quite dead; in fact, the giant ape was merely the exterior… The inside was much more ferocious.

Out of the smoking crater in the monster’s massive skull, a relatively small purple spider emerged. Of course, since the creature’s head was nearly ten-meters long, the arachnid was at least twice as tall as the blue-armored bear-man.

He didn’t seem to mind though, and quickly sprinted towards the new enemy. The tiger-girl yelled “Coffee, be careful! We have to finish this up in ten minutes, or we’ll have to pay for another whole hour!” in Lorthon, as she checked the obsidian watch on her left wrist; then she slung the giant, scope-less, sniper-rifle across her back, and unholstered her two huge pistols.

Each of them were loaded with heavy-duty, black-mithril, armor-piercing rounds; they were designed to prevent demons or nature-mages, from regenerating. Rather than revolvers, which were the standard throughout Alfirin at the time, she was using semi-automatic, spring-loaded guns. They had square slides, and clips that were inserted through the grip: The entire design was very sleek and efficient.

They were twenty-millimeter, the same as her rifle, but the bullets and cartridges were obviously much smaller, or they wouldn’t have been able to fit inside of the relatively-small magazines. When she arrived a few dozen meters behind Coffee, he was already hacking and slashing at the nimble arachnid; the monster had a decent amount of sharp, and incredibly poisonous spines, all over its long, thin legs.

She went through ammo as if each clip of seven rounds, didn’t cost a whole gold dollar. Aside from the thong, she also had a belt around her waist, that had at least ten refills; her spending habits were well warranted though, because each shot did a considerable amount of damage to the spider’s fragile torso.

However, it wasn’t a one-sided massacre, the monster was constantly pummeling the heavily armored warrior. The scale-like material became chipped, dented, and fragmented after every attack he received.

Coffee growled “Stop jumping around so much, you coward! Just stay still, so we can kill you!” as he channeled his beautiful blue aura, into the blade of his weapon. Along the staff of his silver-glaive were a myriad of sparkling azure mana-gems, and each of them emitted a bright light as he began channeling an incredibly flashy spell.

From the twitching ape’s gaping skull, copious amounts of blood and juicy brain-matter were flowing like a blackish-grey river. For a water-mage like the angry bear-man, it was a pretty decent environment for him to use some fancy magic.

The agile spider battered him, and even penetrated his right pauldron, but he was able to ignore the pain; then a rather pungent and viscous whirlpool enveloped the beast, preventing it from jumping away from his immensely powerful left-to-right swing. As the wide and curved mithril blade, sliced through the monster’s ridiculously hard mandibles, it emitted an awful screeching noise; Coffee immediately lost his balance, and his eardrums burst.

Then the demonic arachnid freed its two front-legs, and stabbed them straight through his lower-abdomen; the amazing magical-beast scale chest armor, had been completely wrecked throughout the short battle, and he was not only disemboweled, but also poisoned. Considering that it was a disgusting spider, that lived in a giant ape’s brain, there were probably plenty of other bacteria, viruses, and parasites that had infected him as well.

Since he was a water-mage, he should have been able to prevent himself from bleeding to death, and even remove the toxins from his bloodstream. Unfortunately, the demon’s spines broke-off inside of him, and acted in a similar way to the black-mithril bullets, that were floating around in its own body.

Despite his unreasonable injuries, Coffee raised the glaive upwards once more, and slashed down; slicing the spider’s head in half, was enough to finally slay the monster. He quickly jumped backwards a few meters, spilling a decent amount of his intestines onto the grass; as the thousands of gallons of blood and brains, flooded the ground around him.

The white tigress holstered her pistols and announced “We won, now get the hell out here and clean up this mess!” while turning to face giant tower, at the center of the northern part of the arena’s wall. Even though she couldn’t hear it, the crowd that was watching the battle went wild, and cheered to their impressive victory.

Near the bottom of the skyscraper, gigantic gates opened up, and hundreds of people burst out of it. They came from all sorts of races, and each of them were wearing serious expressions; they were butchers and scavengers, from Lorelei Incorporated’s ‘looting’ department.

While they might have been excited about the massive pile of meat, fur, bones, flesh, blood, and other valuable ingredients, there was no time to be happy; if they weren’t extremely careful, then they would certainly be killed. At least seventy-five hunters, and twenty veteran gladiators scattered around the completely open, southern entrance of the triangular coliseum; it wasn’t uncommon for a wave of smaller demons, to pour into the arena after a battle.

Among that crowd of people who were flooding out of the tower, were the medical staff, along with an overly-excited deer-centaur. As the six burly, two and a half meter tall tiger-men, began loading the critically wounded bear-guy onto a mithril-reinforced, iron-wood wagon; the previously happy tigress, was staring at her boyfriend with a decent amount of concern in her glistening silver irises.

Coffee’s brown snout that wasn’t covered by his blue-plate helmet, was bleeding profusely, and his small hazel eyes were completely unfocused. However, he was still able to mutter “Demi… it’s not as bad as it looks… okay, never-mind… If I could feel my body right now, I would probably be asking you to put me out of my misery.” while somehow smirking.

The skinny tigress purred “I’m sorry Honey-Bear, I didn’t think that stupid spider would be so hard to kill. Maybe we should have waited for the other two…” before looking up and beaming a confident smile at the blond-haired, blue-eyed, elven deer-centaur who hopped into the wagon.

Rachael was panting heavily as she rummaged through her satchel, and pulled out a vial of clear liquid; when she opened it, a horrific stench assaulted the three of them. However, she quickly drank it, then vomited it back up, directly into the gaping hole in the bear-man’s abdomen.

After that disgusting display, she began reaching around inside of him with her delicate and immaculate hands, and searching for something. Coffee let out a pained laugh, and murmured “It’s nice to see you too…” as she started pulling out black spines, which were broken off of the spider’s legs.

Once she shoved all of his innards back into his body, Rachael gave him a warm smile, and said “Sorry I was late, you didn’t mention anything about entering the coliseum though; if I had known, I would have just taken the maglev. Oh, and you’re about to start feeling all of this… now.” He began roaring in pain, immediately after she stopped talking; the poison had been neutralized, including the paralytic effect.

Demil cautiously asked her “Can you fix him? Your mana seems really low…” while observing the doe’s waning light-green aura. Most races from the third ring of Lorthon Forest, had very keen mana-senses; so she knew that her tired friend, wasn’t in very good condition.

The doe quickly ‘cleaned’ her hands off, using her tongue, and pulled a handful of small, white, seeds from her satchel. She made a horrible gagging noise for a few seconds, before regurgitating a thick glob of pink and blue liquid into her palm; once exposed to the rancid concoction, the little round ovals began vibrating in her hand. Then she unholstered her silver wand, and plunged it into Coffee’s abdomen; dropping the tiny seeds inside of him as well.

Rachael grinned happily, while mumbling “Death is a lie, a trick, an illusion… life is only an allusion, to the endless fight… something, something, or wait… ah, I remember now.” Once she remembered the lyrics, she smiled and sang the end of a three-minute long song.

“Swear that we will be together, living in this world forever~
Please don’t blame yourself, for everyone who died~

Death is only an illusion, everything’s alright~
Hating me for your confusion, just so you can hide~

Why does every word you say, fill my soul with such dismay~
I never meant to hurt you, or make you feel that way~

In the end I loved you, but I always knew~
Life is only an allusion, to the endless fight~”

They were lyrics that she had learned from her teacher Yuri, though the dryad was tone-deaf… so Rachael basically just had to wing-it. Half-way through the second chorus, the giant bull-drawn wagon had been brought into the skyscraper, and through a triangular portal, which teleported them to Angren.

The entire city was shaped like a colossal equilateral triangle, pointing towards the south: Each side was three miles long. Even though the ceiling was at least two kilometers high, the gigantic silver pyramid in the center of it, was nearly touching it. Angren was split into three segments, the eastern part was known as The Dark-Elven District, where what was left of its former residents were able to reside.

After the catastrophic vampirism outbreak a few years prior, the Dark-Elven population in Lorthon was cut down to less than fifty-thousand. Very few of them decided to return, and moved to Black Mithril in the western first ring, or White Mithril in the eastern first ring; some even went to Ael Tol in the northeastern third ring.

For the most part, the ancient stone architecture of the eastern segment of the city, didn’t change that much; even The Blue-Eyed Clan’s palace remained the same. However, the western triangle was referred to as The Lorelei District; not only was it drastically more developed, but all of the buildings had been redesigned to accommodate Dark-Dwarves, Rat-Tribe, and Red-Goblins: The three races were each fairly small compared to wood and dark elves.

The most extreme change was the former Religious District, which had been nearly devoid of any kind of structures; yet, it was converted into a place where large beast-races from the third ring, could easily live in. All the buildings were constructed out of concrete, steel, and sometimes iron-wood or other similar materials; everything seemed much bigger, but the overall population was actually pretty low.

By the end of the song, Coffee’s wounds had completely healed, and his abdominal muscles were completely replaced by white vines. Instead of skin, he had incredibly flexible and smooth bark; although, it was the only part of his body that wasn’t covered in fur.

Once she stopped singing, her mana was completely tapped out, and they had entered a medium-density zone, so she couldn’t regenerate it nearly as fast. Fortunately, the procedure had been completed successfully, and both of them passed out before the wagon arrived at the hospital; leaving Demil with the responsibility of dealing with the paperwork.

The giant square building, was near the northeastern part of the southern district, it was a medical facility specializing in beast-races from the third ring. There was also a veterinary wing, dentist, school, and housing for the various healers who spent most of their time working there.

Luckily, healthcare, while not free, was always affordable and relatively cheap: Gladiators in the Angren Arena, received a pretty significant discount. Normally, the coliseum’s owner, Lorelei Incorporated, would pay the adventurers, hunters, and looters a fixed amount per hour; regardless of what kind of demons entered the battlefield, all the materials would belong to L.I. as dozens of people would fight in huge battles.

However, there was also another method, one which had a much higher risk and reward; an individual, team, or guild, would rent the arena for a short time. No one else would be allowed to enter without their permission, not even to keep them from being slaughtered.

The benefit though, was that the gladiators would own the rights to the materials that were harvested from the monsters they killed. Coffee and Demil were able to sell that whole forty-five meter tall gorilla, plus the spider, for fifteen-thousand gold dollars; of course, it cost them a third of the winnings to rent the place, and that also covered the expense of hiring the staff to disassemble the corpses.

Then they spent a few hundred on ammo, landmines, equipment repair, the ride to the hospital, and they payed Rachael three-thousand; those seeds, the weird vomit-magic, and the whole healing ritual was something that very few ‘doctors’ would have been able to provide… plus, she was part of their team, and a close friend. Their fourth member didn’t even show up, so there was no way that they were going to give her anything.

She was a ninja, so it would have been reasonable for her to have been lurking in the shadows, providing support without even being noticed. Alexis did in fact, make it to the arena long before the battle even began. Unfortunately, she also discovered that the giant black tower, was actually Angren Casino.

The only thing that she loved more than killing people, nut-based alcohol, bondage, singing, and flying, was gambling. It didn’t matter what kind of game it was, she even liked to bet on ostrich races, fighting tournaments, sports, and gladiatorial death-matches against giant demonic monkeys.

Even though the odds were stacked heavily against the tigress and bear-man duo, Alexis knew that they would win; she even predicted that Coffee would get disemboweled, and still survive. After winning a few thousand gold on that long-shot, she continued to drink and play high-stakes card-games. At first she was doing great, but the more inebriated she became, the worse her judgement grew.

By the end of the day, she had lost all of her money, her clothing, weapons, and was kicked out of the casino; she woke up with an incredible hangover, on the grassy clearing, north of the arena and giant tower. While she was completely naked, she was still a squirrel-tribe woman; her beautiful white fur, should have covered her entire body, and public nudity was perfectly legal in Angren.

There was a reason that Alexis was usually completely covered in black-leather, aside from her peculiar fashion sense: Her body wasn’t exactly in pristine condition. Aside from her head and tail, her race was definitely a mystery.

She had a pale-skinned Wood-Elven right arm, donated by Rachael; the left was made out of a similar dryadic material as the ivory bark and vines that were used to heal Coffee. The two relatively large breasts, were devoid of any fur, and the smooth obsidian Dark-Elven flesh covered most of her torso; inside of her were plenty of replaced internal organs as well.

Her legs below the knees, were definitely from a Squirrel-Tribe woman… but the color of the fur was reddish-brown. The thighs, to her navel, were all still intact, and the various scars were hidden by thick white fur.

Alexis, like many other veterans of The Battle of White Mithril, had sacrificed a lot to survive against the Blood-Elven horde. That was actually how she met the overly enthusiastic, and mildly eccentric, healer.

Most beast-races had relatively small lifespans, including: Humans, Dwarves, Gnomes, and every other similar non-elven humanoid species. Even though regeneration magic could be used on anyone, and depending on the skill of the caster, could fix even lethal injuries; the cost was the shortening of the organ’s lifespan.

Basically, Alexis survived the battle, but the majority of her body had been dying of old age after having emergency healing. That was when The Disciple of Yuri arrived in Black Mithril, and the desperate former-assassin recklessly kidnapped her.

She had heard about how the doe had managed to ‘fix’ Lieutenant General, Conor Daeron; whom had his head and chest completely smashed into paste. Since Rachael was acclaimed as such an amazing healer, the broke squirrel-woman intended to torture the girl until she agreed to help.

However, it didn’t matter how much she cut, stabbed, whipped, smacked, beat, and suffocated or drowned the half-elf, deer-centaur; she couldn’t break the extreme masochist. It wasn’t until she stopped the seemingly meaningless torment, that she even received a response to the unreasonably strong-willed girl.

Rachael finally asked her “Can we do this again sometime?” as she easily removed the steel chains from her wrists and ankles, with a bit of earth magic. Sexual torture was technically considered rape, unless it was consensual, so it was physically impossible for the former soldier in Michael’s army, to go quite that far… Still, most people wouldn’t smile while having acupuncture performed on their corneas.

After a whole day of simply taking her anger out on the doe, Alexis finally realized, that she had forgotten the entire point of the exercise. The leather-clad ninja muttered “Heal me… please…” and so the long and arduous process began. It required an entire month of taking the sixteen year-old squirrel woman apart, and putting her back together with seemingly random pieces, for the deer-centaur to be satisfied with her creation.

Even if she wasn’t particular ashamed of her body when she was intoxicated, waking up stinking of alcohol and covered in dried blood and vomit was obviously very upsetting. She groaned and telepathically whispered “Rachael, where are you?” while glancing at her surroundings. The thick mana-density in the air, tickled her sensitive nostrils, and caused her to sneeze a few times; then she remembered a scene of her decapitating a greywolf-tribe man or woman, they were a little difficult to distinguish, with her black-mithril katana.

She heard a quick response “Lexi! Where the hell have you been?! Coffee almost died!” which echoed through her aching head. On the thirty-fourth floor of the casino, there were a few sketchy bars; not only were there a myriad of strange and dangerous drugs being sold, there were even a few small-scale fighting arenas.

When she lost all of her money gambling, she had entered a tournament where melee-weapons and killing were allowed. However, once she won the thousand-gold prize, she discovered a game where the goal was to throw darts at a board; since she was completely inebriated, there was no possibility of her displaying her amazing martial prowess.

Feeling the embarrassment and loss rush over her, she couldn’t help but lose her composure as she accidentally broadcasted her emotional state to the furious tigress. Alexis mentally whispered “Demi… I’m outside the northern exit of the tower… please bring me some clothes.” in-between quiet sobs.

Hearing her friend’s cry for help, she immediately replied “Aww~ don’t worry baby, I’ll be right there in a sec… I wonder if I should go with firing rate, or reliability? Well, if it gets jammed with explosive rounds, that never turns out well… Although, I could always stick with a small caliber, high ammo, light machine-gun. Hey Lexi, do you think I should go with a LMG, SMG, or an assault rifle? I could probably afford one of each, but where the hell would I put em all anyway?” while wandering around an extremely high-end, customized-gun store.

It was a rather large establishment, on the second floor of the Angren Casino, which was basically a mall on the first ten floors, and a hotel on the top seven: There were fifty-three in total. Since there was a range limit for the telepathic abilities granted by the seven-hundred and seventy-seven runic tattoo on their left hands, the unconscious Coffee and Rachael, who were at least a mile or so below the ground, were unreachable.

Demil knew the owner of the shop personally, he was a dark-dwarven apprentice to the original gunsmith, Ailyn Ironheart. While the excited tigress was browsing through the relatively empty store, she couldn’t help but look at every weapon with greedy eyes.

There were just too many amazing and varied weapons to choose from, especially since she had at least five-thousand gold-dollars to burn through. Although, the main reason for the extremely low amount of customers, was that all of the merchandise was extraordinarily expensive.

Alfirin’s mass-production capabilities were still in the early stages, and semi or full-auto guns simply weren’t very cost effective; not to mention, that they were actually unnecessary outside of the third ring. People and magical beasts in the lower mana-density areas, who were hostile to Alfirin, could typically be killed fairly easily with even the small-caliber revolvers, pistols, and rifles.

The three most commonly used sizes were: Rat-Five, Elven-Nine, and Tiger-Thirteen. Each number referring to millimeters in diameter, of the bullet, while the names described the scale of the actual weapons.

Since the small store mostly dealt with custom jobs, many of the items on display were just examples. Demil, finally making up her mind, walked up to the counter and smiled at the busy dark-dwarf; he sighed and told her “I saw your fight yesterday, I’m sorry for your loss… Coffee was a great guy, and a good friend.”

She had a puzzled expression for a moment, then started laughing at him, and said “Seriously Tommy, he just got disemboweled a little bit; Rachael did some weird vomit ritual and he’s all better now. Anyway, I can finally afford a mid-ranged weapon, and I was thinking about getting my sexy-bear a big-ass shotgun.”

His depressing demeanor instantly changed into a smirk, and he yelled “Hell yea! Did you want the Balcheth, Engelil, or maybe the Duvaineth-3?! As you can see, assault rifles and subs are pretty popular at the moment; most people don’t really like fooling around with a belt-fed, so the LMGs haven’t been selling very well… but shotguns are always in high-demand!”

Dark-dwarves didn’t look that different from dark-elves, just scaled down a foot or so smaller. They also had white sclera, instead of a two-tone but single-colored eye, like their larger counterparts.

Demil snickered, and told him “Calm down Tommy, you’re gonna make me forget what I already decided on…” and after five hours, when it was nighttime outside, she finally finished designing her own ideal weapons. By that time, the completely forgotten and neglected, naked squirrel-girl, had utilized her considerable stealth skills… no, she just casually entered the tower, teleported down to Angren, and met up with Rachael and Coffee at their hotel room.

In a city where half the population were two-to-three meter tall nudists, she didn’t really stand out. Her previous apprehension was completely pointless anyway, since there were many veteran gladiators who were covered in horrible scars; she was still happy to take a shower, eat a delicious meal, and don a fresh suit of thin and tight black-leather armor: covering her entire body, except for her head and tail.

That night, in a luxurious hotel-room, formerly known as The Red-Eyed Clan Palace’s matriarch quarters; the four adventurers were finally able to meet-up and discuss the reason why they had come to Angren in the first place. All of them were sitting around a large circular table, with serious expressions on their faces; the bear and tigress weren’t wearing any clothing, though that was their ‘casual’ style of dress when they weren’t in public.

Eventually Rachael, whose chair was basically a couch that her deer-body could comfortably lay on, told them “Okay, it doesn’t feel like anyone is watching or listening to us… Coffee, what’s the plan?” She was wearing a baggy grey t-shirt, with a golden triangle on the center of her chest; however, there was nothing covering her lower-half, aside from brownish-red fur, with white spots.

He smiled and revealed “So, as you all know, my incredible older brother, Michael, tasked Demi and I to escort Lady Morneth to Black Mithril about a year ago. We got a little sidetracked, because we discovered the last surviving members of her Golden-Eyed Clan… well, after she convinced them to come with us, we arrived in the capital. The honorable spirit decided to impart upon the two of us, secret knowledge regarding the ancient treasury of Angren.”

Alexis grumbled “Get to the damn point already…” while glaring at him, with her solid-red eyes. The three of them were equally irritated, for various reasons, and they already knew everything he had mentioned until then.

Coffee chuckled loudly, and then continued “She told me ‘The entrance is where my tomb was supposed to have been. Only the chosen may enter that place, with the guidance of The Moon, and the acceptance of The Earth.’ so I figured that it had something to do with magical elements at first. Thus, Demi and I went to Alfirin Academy to study.

“Nadja… my teacher, a couple days before she died a few weeks ago, said something that made me realize the true meaning of Morneth’s words. ‘Terra, Luna, Sol… no matter how powerful you become, never get arrogant, because the three of those fuckers are always watching.’ Basically-” before he could finished speaking, a loud explosion shook the whole building.

Then the beautiful marble floor began tearing apart, and the ceiling burst open, out of the roof of the palace. Everything around them began heating up, and magma poured into the room; if it wasn’t for the bear’s excellent water-manipulation, they would have swiftly been dissolved.

However, the next moment, all four of them were floating in an empty void, suffocating, feeling weightless, freezing and burning at the same time, while staring down at a luminous grey, crater-filled, Moon. An instant later, they were standing in a field of yellow daffodils, on a beautiful sunny day: wild deer, squirrels, and rabbits were overly-abundant.

In-front of them was a buxom tan-skinned, three-meter tall, human woman; she had bright-green irises, and medium-length, straight brown hair. After a few moments of faintly smiling at them, she asked “What makes the four of you believe that you’re worthy of challenging me?”

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7 thoughts on “Questing V1, Chapter 2: Ties of Friendship and Bondage

  1. Ah, that part where they started coming after that womanising male centaur came with his herd. If I recalled it right, she was mentioned, not really sure though. Was she the brave one who tried to confront Michael? Oh well, I’ll skim through the 2nd arc later.

    Indeed. It’ll be quite hard to… And if it’s what I thought it to be, it might spoil the storyline.
    But it’s too tempting… Let’s just wait for it to unfold. Even though one is hungry, Praepropere and Nimis will ruin the taste.

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  2. Thanks for the story. That’s quite a song. Is it the whole lyric that Michael created?

    If I may ask.. When did Uriel/Yuri start accepting apprentice? It escape me. If I’m not Is it after Michael and Amber/Morningstar/Puriel (which one would she prefer others to call her?) declared death after they went into the forest of corruption? Or is it after he gained control of one of the three world trees?

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    • If I put a whole song into any part of Immortal Soul or Questing, it would break the flow lol. I mean, there would be four verses, at least, three choruses, maybe a few pre-choruses, and a bridge… most of the time I just write a single verse, chorus or bridge, but sometimes I write a bit more lol.

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