Even in defeat, the artificer still suspected Sam of being an assassin sent by his rival. "Who sent you?" Alfred demanded, his voice betraying a mix of defiance and desperation."No one," Sam replied firmly, his gaze steady as he met Alfred's accusatory stare."You are such a talented sorcerer," Alfred began, his tone shifting to one of persuasion. "Don’t waste your talent with them. Work with me instead. How much are they paying you? I can pay twice as much."Sam felt a twinge of temptation at the offer, but he quickly pushed it aside. He couldn't trust a man who had just moments ago sought to kill him. "No one sent me.”“Why do you care so much about hiding your master? Don’t you see my status and wealth? I can pay you even four times as much if you want!”“I came on my own," he asserted, crouching down to grab Alfred's collar with a firm grip.With his victory secured, Sam pressed Alfred once more. "Did you steal the wizard's spell?" he demanded, his voice tinged with urgency.Alfr
Four golem fists hurtled towards Sam with deadly precision and speed. With a swift series of wind steps, Sam narrowly evaded their crushing blows, his heart pounding in his chest as he saw the marks they left behind.But his respite was short-lived, as the onslaught continued from above. Golem hands, each wielding a menacing sword or lance, rained down upon him with relentless force. Sam reacted instinctively, hurling fireballs in a desperate attempt to counteract the barrage. However, his efforts proved futile as the projectiles did little to deter the relentless assault.Dodging and weaving nimbly, Sam rolled across the floor, his movements a mess as he relied on instinct as he attempted to avoid the deadly shower of metal. He threw more fireballs, not for damage, but to obscure Alfred's vision.With each fiery blast, the warehouse filled with smoke and flames, shrouding the battlefield in a haze of confusion. Sam seized the opportunity to maneuver through the chaos, his senses on h
As the beam faded, Alfred's laughter echoed through the warehouse, only to abruptly cease when his eyes met Rafael's defiant gaze."What? How? How could you still stand?" he exclaimed, disbelief etched on his face.Rafael paid no heed to Alfred's questions. Instead, he darted with purpose, evading the onslaught of attacks from the swarming golem's parts. Alfred unleashed a barrage of flying punches, sword slashes, and spear impaling moves, but Rafael's movements were nothing short of mesmerizing.With a blend of uncanny agility and unpredictable maneuvers, Rafael dodged with a chaotic grace. Sometimes he moved straight, and other times he executed acrobatic somersaults in midair, confounding his adversaries.Under Rafael's control, Sam became an enigma, unleashing a whirlwind of unpredictable movements that left Alfred bewildered and frustrated. Unaware of the change in Sam's body control, Alfred grew increasingly frustrated, pouring more energy to crush Sam.The warehouse became a fr
"I'll take this... and this," Sam chimed mischievously as he swiftly pilfered various items from the chaotic wreckage of the warehouse, sending them off to the safety of his dimensional vault. He made sure to snag the most valuable parts of the golem, particularly the precious magic crystals that powered them.Rafael suggested that Sam should consider devouring the magic crystals, just as he had done earlier, but Sam quickly dismissed the idea with a shudder of revulsion. He still vaguely tasted the bitterness of the powdered crystal lingering in his mouth from Rafael's antics, and he had no desire to experience that sensation again.As Sam busied himself with his looting spree, he couldn't help but overhear the distant sounds of commotion outside the warehouse. Curious, he approached the door and peered outside, only to be met with the alarming sight of the Archon Complex building engulfed in flames, courtesy of his earlier handiwork.Amused by the unexpected turn of events, Sam coul
Lyra stood in the dimly lit room, distress evident in the furrow of her brow and the worry lines etched on her face. She couldn't shake the sinking feeling in her stomach as she glanced out the window, where the glow of distant flames danced against the night sky."Sam, what have you done?" she asked, her voice trembling with concern. "That fire in Thaumapolis, you started it?”“Do I need to repeat myself?” Sam chuckled, his tone casual.“People could have been hurt!"“Of course, I beat him!” Sam's smirk widened as he spoke.“Beat who? Who are you fighting with?” Lyra's confusion deepened.“The artificer,” Sam replied, unbuttoning his suit.“Y-you beat… Regina? The young girl? Why would you do that?” Lyra's voice wavered with disbelief.“Oh, right. I beat her and her father too,” Sam said, continuing to unbutton his suit.“What do you mean too? Who else did you fight with? Whyyy?!” Lyra's questions came rapid-fire.“I was just reclaiming what had been stolen,” Sam said, pushing Lyra's
"Oh, I've got something for you, Lyra," Sam announced, releasing her from his embrace to reach into his pocket. With a flourish, he produced a small, luxurious wooden box and presented it to her with a charming smile. Lyra looked at the box, her confusion evident in her furrowed brow, before turning her gaze back to Sam."What is this?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity and bewilderment.Sam chuckled softly, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. "Wait, I should have done this more properly," he said, his tone playful as he dropped to one knee, presenting the box to her as if in a formal proposal. With a graceful motion, he opened the lid, revealing the dazzling ring nestled within, its diamond gleaming in the soft light.Lyra's eyes widened in astonishment as she beheld the ring, her breath catching in her throat. "Wha-why? Where did you get this?" she stammered, her words tumbling out in a jumble of questions.Sam's smile widened as he recalled his impromptu looting spree
In a moment of unspoken desire, Lyra's trembling hands found their way to Sam's shirt, her fingers deftly working to push it down his shoulders. With a swift motion, Sam discarded the shirt, letting it fall to the floor as their eyes locked in a silent exchange of longing. As Lyra's gentle touch grazed his broad chest, sending shivers down his spine, a soft chuckle escaped her lips at his reaction, her laughter a melody that danced in the air between them.Feeling emboldened by her touch, Sam seized the opportunity to reciprocate, pulling Lyra close and guiding her to sit up straight. With a tender yet determined touch, he traced the outline of her curves, his fingers trailing along the contours of her body, igniting a fire within her that burned with an intensity matched only by their shared desire. With a single fluid motion, he removed both her dress and chemise, revealing her beauty in all its glory.As his gaze swept over her, from her delicate legs to her flushed cheeks, Lyra co
Sam found himself in a place unfamiliar yet strangely comforting. Amidst the misty haze, a figure emerged—a girl with dark hair cascading down her fair skin, her smile radiant and inviting.She appeared to be in her teenage years, her innocence and youth exuding an enchanting allure. They were walking through a sun-dappled forest, laughter echoing through the trees as they started throwing spells around.But as the dream unfolded, the scenery shifted, and the woman's appearance changed. Now, she seemed to be in her twenties, her beauty blossoming like a flower in full bloom. They were sitting by a tranquil lake, the sunlight dancing on the water's surface as they whispered spells to the water surface, lost in the moment of magic.Suddenly, the scene transformed once again, and the woman appeared older, her features imbued with a mature elegance. They were strolling through a bustling marketplace, surrounded by the sights and sounds of life unfolding around them. The woman's laughter r