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I didn't really think we'd manage to get this far, but somehow, we actually cleared out a fair number of floors despite having almost exhausting myself fighting two Primes at once. And wasn't that a pleasant surprise? To think that I actually improved enough to take on two powerful Nums all by myself without outside assistance was a fucking godsend for my self-confidence. I mean, back in the day I was constantly on the backfoot whenever I tried fighting anybody with the title of Prime. No matter how hard I tried, I always got bodied by superior firepower no matter how hard I tried. And now... Now I can easily say that I was a decent Prime material in the power scaling department."Lady, are you crying?"I almost jumped at the sound Isaac's voice. We were making our way back up to the throne room one floor at a time after our run-in with the main enemy force confronted us. Not
"What do you mean the palace is under attack?!"Garnet never thought she'd even see the day. From toiling upon the ranks of her fellow Decimals, her sudden discovery of her own Num powers was a godsend for an Empire under siege. For years she dedicated her life to serving the Emperor and his will. Even if she had been born a woman, she refused to let it stop her from faking her way in to the Imperial Army as a Decimal. The fear of being a Denominator had been great as she did her best to dodge the mandatory Vinculum Essence test, not that she actually had anything to worry about now that she had her powers.Then again, she did see Denominators as people now. Her old self was pretty... bad, she had to admit."I-it's as it says, Lady Geode," the poor Decimal shook in his boots in front of her. "A group of traitors managed to kill the council."
It might be pretentious of me to think that I'm smart, but I'm at least self-aware enough to know that I'm more intelligent than most people. Well, more intelligent in terms of sheer processing power at least, but certainly not in terms of detecting emotional and social cues. Even after living for... five combined decades now? I was still the socially awkward idiot that never really grew out of her edgy phase. I'd like to think that I matured a bit, especially after working as a doctor for a good while, but I really didn't think I ever even moved on from my stupid, immature tendencies like getting heated when things don't go my way or whenever I procrastinate like crazy despite knowing I had a ton of stuff to do. As a result, I became this amalgamation of mature immaturity in terms of somehow being serious enough to worry and stress out over important stuff while at the same time slacking around and inevitably procrastinating in spit
My nerves were tingling as I reached the floor where the fighting was happening. Not that I could see it happening as soon as I reached it, but the amount of steam that greeted me almost made me cough as the smell of iron permeated the air. The heat and the humidity combined to make the halls feel like I was in back in the tropic as I got off the stairwell, sweat gathering on the unburnt parts of my body as I pressed on. The sounds of battle were as clear as day now, although the thuds and the hisses now bounced in between the walls of the corridors as they constantly changed locations."Ar-"I stopped myself, knowing full well that attracting attention was the worst thing I could ever do right now. Instead, I silently stalked the halls as I drew the Firebrand at the ready. The sound of my footsteps was thankfully masked by the ensuing fight, but it didn't stop me from noticin
Right... Options!Time seemed to slow to a crawl as fighting instincts took over my senses. It didn't happen often, but I guess being in an enclosed space with two other combatants kicked something in my head to high gear as I watched the Prime whirl his axe over his head. I felt Arya tense in my periphery. If she was telling the truth, then she was gonna be greatly diminished in this fight... which meant she probably won't be able to defend this next attack!"Please die."*WHOOSH!*With a surprisingly polite request, a whirlwind of flame erupted from the man's whirling axe. Sweeping through the hallway, the heat quickly scorched what was left of the blood in the vicinity as it hurtled towards us in an arc. Looking at my partner, she only had a smirk as she raised her rapier for some reason. I was torn. 
Olivia had thought that things were going far too smoothly.Yes, while they were besieged on all sides without so much as a wink of sleep for the past forty-eight hours, the Denominator barely counted her kills even as her Resolve continued to rake in kill after kill. Each floor they passed was bereft of any sort of enemy resistance after her and Lady Frost went through them. Even the occasional Num was no match to her speed, the poor fools barely even registering her presence before they found their heads rolling on the ground beneath them. In truth, most of her time was better spent worrying if her Big Sister was doing fine with Isaac as her partner.The boy had been training well under Grigori and occasionally, herself even if only a short amount of time has passed. He was progressing leaps and bounds, perhaps even better than she anticipated. Still, Olivia could not help b
Through the looking glass... In retrospect, I probably should be more introspective these days. I haven't really been taking the time to just stop and think. Then again, where the hell do I even get the time for that when we're busy overthrowing an empire spanning across a small continent? Do I just drop everything and focus on the little things? A psychologist would probably say yes. And as a doctor, I'd probably agree. Health always comes first, after all.Unless, of course, if what you're dropping would mean that your life would be ruined or something comparable happens.*rruuumble...*The ground faintly shook beneath us. Arya and I were practically sprinting to the ground floor after our previous debacle. Our noses had probably fallen off at this point if they weren't glued to our faces with how bad we smelled, but I suppose I should thank huma
*CLANG!*With zero regards for strategy, I rushed towards my opponent like a raging bull. The Firebrand clashed with the woman's halberd with a resounding clang, her face still colored by anger and confusion as I kept up the pressure.*CLANG! CLANG!*Two more strikes. Twice blocked, but it didn't deter me from pressing the attack. The Prime was clearly getting annoyed now, if the look on her face was any indication."Enough!"*SLAM! CRACK!*I quickly jumped back as she managed to slam her halberd down on the ground. Spikes made of gemstones immediately followed her movement, skewering the air that I was once at before more erupted towards me.Sprinting around the Prime, I felt Livia assume her stance from my mind's eye as I outran the