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2024-10-29 19:42:56Hi, Nate speaking
Happy holidays!
There's a new artwork done for Yphemu:
https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/103333007
It's a partially livelier colour of hers~
Can't wait to see if we can come up with a new cover for the coming new chapters, starting on January. So for the mean time, we'll get ahead to some spoiler territory.
“Captain!” the crew member shouted.
His response was quick as he saw Ugnile’s trapped half. Swiftly reaching through a space he could fit his arm, he pulled the tree with effort, almost looking like he’d pop a vein on his neck. Without telling twice, the crew member quickly pulled Ugnile from under, care was not in his vocabulary momentarily, but it was necessary since the blood from Ugnile’s injuries poured badly.
Coughing, he was pushed up by the crew member in time for Erizoma to arrive, blood-soaked and sweaty. “Captain, the rod of light seems to have eradicated the Dire-eaters,” pointing to the direction of the disappearing thread, “we could still make it, perhaps?”
The next chapter going up will be all Rifeus Ugnile chapter, something I've come to realize is pretty intense. There's more action scenes here than most, which was exciting to write and imagine. Floating and magic in my head doesn't clash much due to how I want to create rational physics within the confines of the universe they live in.
Anyways, for now that's all!
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Good day, Nate here : )A year has passed since I last wrote for this story. Right now I am on a newer project and would be remiss to say that it has grabbed my focus from Ocular to the Dying Sun. This story will remain Hiatus until further notice, but for now I shall be relying some of the few updates I have been busy with. I have written a Supernatural story that has been published in a different place so it will not be featured here. It's themes are quite spicier than the ones I have made here, but not as grotesque as my first title. I'm sorry for not putting any form of story until this day. Have a good timme : )
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Good day reader, Nate here :) This is a notice letter to declare that this title will be on long hiatus until most of the chapters have been filled in. Forgive this humble writer ): The coming chapters will be released two to three days per week after March 13. As for now, it's going smoothly, but other contract titles are becoming higher priority because of their shorter deadline and importance. This title is a passion project that I've lined up after Suitable Bags of Flesh, though it could be said that that title have been cut short, it's gone too long and have begun round about with it's story. This title is very much shorter in contrast, and there is a definite ending. As of right now, I am focusing getting my health back, writing more and praying that all things in my health and everyone around me be good and well. See you,Acrimony
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Certain that they were far from the rest of the group Epiro was with and Lagodis, they stood by the wall outside of the eatery, at least twenty steps away in an alley well-lit from the main road but dim enough to hide them from people. “Mitt, I’m sorry for not listening to what you needed of me,” Epiro said as a sense of frustration grew ever slowly. “However, it isn’t a reason for you to follow me outside of the mansion at this hour. You don’t think everyone would be worried when you’re a child in danger, here?” One second of looking at each one’s expression, with Epiro doing his best to express the exasperation he’s felt, should have equally clued in what they should be conveying. But Epiro wasn’t expecting the small, determined look on Mitt’s face, along with his words. “I’m confident no one noticed me,” with an exhale as if the boy was the one exasperated by Epiro’s reaction. “Besides, this isn’t the first time I’ve done this. Just, it’s a new place for m
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People entered through the sloppy-looking entranceway. All dark wood and sort of slanted by the way Mitt looked at it from where he stood, small, with his neck craned impressed a sense of caution to his senses. Hiding underneath a cloak did not help him with how the shadow of his hood made everything feel dim. Still, hearing the patrons outside that gathered with joviality say “Aling Nora” several times made him relieved to know he wouldn’t need to scour the entire street to see where Epiro went. Planning a way to know about the rumors and proving the truth behind them was Mitts thought. Thinking of a plan isn’t something he could do on his own, but he trusts that Epiro could think with him since Mitt knows that their work isn’t just about being hired swords. Mitt needs to figure out where he could start his investigation about the rumors, and where to start with people connected to a plethora of information. The Militia. Eagerly following the flow o
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Her request was simple and ten years old at that. It somehow related to the rumors about Mitt’s father, but not entirely just about paternal relations. There was never a chance she wouldn’t hear it as if the rumor vine didn’t reach the ears of her office walls. Annoyance? Dismay? Curiosity. There were a handful of thoughts that entered her mind but what boggled Yphemu as she requested to investigate the rumors, in detail while Lagodis looked up Mitt’s family history, was the fact her mind went blank. Reading the first investigation on the family or possible relatives, according to the location of the last location Mitt was found has the lowest likeliness to know accurately. However, Lagodis did discover that there were, at the time, traces of magic coming from an unregistered airship. Everything about the magic reeked of illegal alchemy with several layers that Lagodis was surprised the supposed airship stayed stable. Looking for traces or evidence of the air
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Distracted Night Light’s; part 4
It’s nothing to deny, he’s been told that he looked like a few people, all high in rank or aristocratic. Some even curried favor to Yphemu, on certain occasions, with blanket compliments about despite not being of blood relation he has a strong resemblance to her. He often watched these people and internally feel embarrassed for comments like that, since he would love to believe he is truly the child of Yphemu. Knowing in his mind that he isn’t despite not having any memory of his past before he was four doesn’t help make him feel at ease. “At least I’m here beside her,” he whispered. “Is there something wrong with the water master Mitt?” said the maid who was behind the accordion divider a few steps away. “Nothing, Neldy, I just suddenly felt tired,” Mitt said with the best pleasant voice he could muster. “There’s nothing wrong. I’m going to get out now.” Nodding, the maid readied his robes and other towels to lightly dry him and soon he was
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Distracted Night Light’s; part 3
Being stone souled and hard-hearted for her family, as the head, brings her so much on the plate to think about that sometimes, other factors of one path begin to be missed. Considering that she’s always wanted what was best for Yphemu as of current, right now, if her daughter doesn’t want to be with someone then all she could do is help her introduce her to someone. “Alright,” Lady Tethea said, her eagerness lesser but her eyes showed concern out of fondness. “You’ve managed to avoid the potential of marriage once again.” She sighed but looked at her, eyes slightly glinting at the light of the sun. “But, no matter, whether you will be married by choice or not. I know you will. I have faith that your soul is healed and strong, once more.” Noticing the last piece of biscuit on the plate, Yphemu picked the piece and placed it on one other plate filled with cupcakes. She nodded and smiled at her mother before their next conversation turned to a one-sided gossip about th
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Distracted Night Light’s; part 2
With another soft clink of the teacup on its saucer, Lady Tethea looked at her with a somber face. Eyebrows creased in the middle and completely dour. “One mishap from your last pregnancy is enough to be a mar to your name. Good thing you coincidentally found young Mitt during that time to cover for your first child’s death.”Yphemu’s pregnancy isn’t something she explicitly spoke about, and it’s not something she is proud of especially if the concern of her conception isn’t the fact that the man was someone deplorable or hated by but the idea that she couldn’t remember who the man was. Beyond the imagination and the assumption of many, one simple fact remains, she does not know who the father is and will never want to know who.The old woman could remember the way Yphemu handled this situation, moving forward and proving her worth to the world a second time. Masking over her unwanted pregnancy with her resolve to be the
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Distracted Night Light’s; part 1
▓▓▓▓▓Pale light marches through in between shadows of people walking in and out of the city coming from the shards of each lamp post from the main gates. Everything else is in a shade of color that blinds the senses with multi-facets not of origin within the All-Monarch kingdom.The bustle and crowd gathering did not change from the norm, though it contributed greatly to the variety of sound pollution coming from the different languages each person spoke. Various fashions from neighboring cities merge and are displayed through the streets, filling the extent of mundane drab clothes now spiced over a drab of exotic tinges popping in and out.The variety of clothes ranged from finely colorful woven sarongs, and turbans made of coarse leaf strands to posh velvet vests and sharply ironed brown slacks and petticoat ribboned dresses. Mixed cultures and traditional garb walked through the cobble-paved streets of the main city of All-Monarch, equally welcoming the busi
