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The Magus Echoes of the forgotten Lord of the Ashes
The approaching vermins seemed countless as they swarmed down the rubble towards Yon. But he still had strength even in his wounded form, and an immense amount of mana to fuel his spell. Rising, flames licked the ground, conjured by both hands in an all-consuming inferno.Points of ignition flared up around him in a circle. Creating the foundation, he connected these points, channeling his mana through them. The flames rose, forming a continuous ring of fire. He extended his arms, palms open, and began to twist his wrists, shaping the flames into a spiraling vortex.The air around him heated up rapidly as the vortex gained momentum, the flames licking higher into the sky.The searing vortex encircled his body, growing ever more intense. The front-runners of the vermin tide met the vortex head-on their tiny bodies igniting like kindling. Screams rent the air as they were immolated where they climbed, the flames tearing through their ranks.Yon concentrated harder, weaving the vortex
The Magus Echoes of the forgotten Six failed attempts
"W-what now, damn it?!"A curse slipped past my bloody lips, the taste of desperation mingling with the metallic tang of blood as darkness swallowed the wisp's feeble glow. Scrambling quickly, I pulled myself further into the rubble.Whatever it was, it was giving me the creeps. All of my senses were on high alert, screaming at me that I was in imminent danger.My hands trembled as they fumbled and scraped against the jagged edges of debris as I desperately sought a more defensible position. ...But even then I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched, every single movement monitored. It was dreadful and suffocating. Unease gripped me tightly, its icy fingers constricting my chest, as I struggled to steady my ragged breaths. The tumultuous events had placed an immense strain on my body. Surprisingly, my mana core was holding up well, but even so, I had to rely on it to sustain my weary and battered form. As a result, I could feel my strength gradually diminishing, bit by
The Magus Echoes of the forgotten A bastard on the list
Life could be dream. Life was a clickbait, a bitch. So unpredictable and unforgiving. It taunts us with the idea of fairness, but rarely delivers on that promise. Never fair, yet it often preaches fairness. I remember certain things... things that make me feel like I've been through this before. It's as if I'm reliving it all over again. So intense that it feels too real to be mere déjà vu. So what! Blood, my hands were stained with blood. "Just die, motherf****r!" "Die!" "Die!" "Diiie!!" In the heat of the moment, I yelled those words. I wanted him gone. Pitoo- "Why do you hold on to life so tightly? I'm doing you and society a big favor, damn it! Why can't you understand?! Why can't anybody understand?! Why?!!!" I grabbed him by the collar and shook him. He didn't respond. Worry gripped my heart as I hastily checked his pulse. He was alive... barely hanging on. I was relieved! Grabbing him by the head, I slammed him to the ground repeatedly until I heard a wet crunch.
The Magus Echoes of the forgotten Three Chances
My vision... it's... Damn it! Why is it acting up now, of all times? Why now, damn it! I refuse! I will see this through. I have to endure. I can't fall here... and if I must, then they are coming with me! I have to make sure of it... But not now, not like this. I still have so much to do. Asu! I owe it to her! I can't let these parasites continue to roam around while her blood cries out for vengeance. For that, I'll keep moving! Teeth grinding, eyes itchy, I forced myself up and grabbed a dull, rusty knife from the table nearby. The light from the bulb above started flickering intermittently. "Power shortage? Tch, how convenient. There's something I must show you before the lights go out. I can't let that happen. It's just too cruel. You have to see it. You must." I dragged him by the hair and slammed his back against the wall, delivering a couple of slaps to wake him up. His eyes slowly regained focus. "YES, THAT'S IT! GOOD BOY! You've probably heard that line too many times. It
The Magus Echoes of the forgotten No morals, No rules!
It all goes back to the time when my parents found themselves in deep trouble after borrowing money from an infamous gang known as The Big Brotherhood. This gang had its hands in every illicit deal, place, and market in the underworld. They held significant influence, with a far-reaching network that extended to individuals in high positions. Their ability to carry out dirty work without question allowed them to overpower smaller gangs and expand rapidly. The Big Brotherhood had numerous affiliates across various fields and locations, making them difficult to track down. My father, who was a role model for all deadbeats, squandered the money he borrowed from them and vanished in the middle of the night. Since he rarely left his room except to eat, shit, or vent his anger, none of us noticed his disappearance. It was good riddance. However, the debt collectors were far less forgiving. On the due date, they arrived, demanding their money. However, our ignorant selves claimed complete
The Magus Echoes of the forgotten Culling
World? Order? Gods? Rules? Owners? Guest? I couldn't care less... The only thing I registered was that it was time for the culling! The Brotherhood had been violated, and the Big Boss had betrayed our sacred code. I had allies, I had a cause. The roles had reversed. I had formed connections and created makeshift families within and outside of the gang. Bowing my head and retreating was out of the question. I had valuable experience and significant alliances. I had come prepared. Without hesitation, I demanded custody of my sister from the big boss. However, he outright refused. We both knew what was coming and were prepared for it. Before our sides clashed, he warned me. "Turn back. Do not go any further. No matter the outcome, you are bound to lose... only eternal regret awaits your actions." Turn back? And then what? Abandon everything I've fought for? The words only fueled my anger. Turn back to where? Surrender and live with a metaphorical collar around my neck,
The Magus Echoes of the forgotten Black and White
My little sister. She had been groomed for prostitution and sold to one of her bullies—a son of a politician—who frequently visited the establishment. She had suffered years of r*pe, mockery, and abuse. The investigation unit sent me evidence and videos. It cut deeper than any physical wounds, it hurt more than any injuries. I was torn apart from the inside out, a pain that no amount of drugs could ever dull. I didn't know pain could kill emotions, I didn't know pain could render me numb. She didn't deserve any of it. She was timid, meek, and quiet. Never once had she ever raised her voice, always choosing to hide behind me. That made me foolishly believe that I was the stronger, braver one between us. But... All along, she was the braver one... she was the stronger one. They had blackmailed her, using my life as leverage. They manipulated her into believing that she was paying for my freedom. For an older brother who left her behind, for an older brother she never knew wa
The Magus Echoes of the forgotten Sacrifice
It's dark. So dark. Darkness enveloped all, preventing me from seeing any shape or figure. Where am I? I feel warm. But there is no light! My eyes... they won't open? I can't see anything! My hands... My feet... I can't feel them! My body... It don't hurt anywhere! I feel weightless, as if I were drifting through the air. I see, I'm dead aren't I? Sigh... So it ended like this? So close, just within grasp. And then, puff, it vanished into thin air. Where did it all go wrong? Jeffrey! That bastard Jeffrey! Myra?! Myraaaa!!! I cursed their names over and over again. But with each venting, the anger and hatred inside of me grew stronger. That warm feeling... it dimmed, suffocated by my rage. It was dying, unable to produce any more warmth. Yet, there was something strange about it, something familiar. It was desperate, struggling. I was being consumed, consumed not only by anger towards Jeffrey or Myra. No! There was something else, something that infuriated me even more
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Six failed attempts
"W-what now, damn it?!"A curse slipped past my bloody lips, the taste of desperation mingling with the metallic tang of blood as darkness swallowed the wisp's feeble glow. Scrambling quickly, I pulled myself further into the rubble.Whatever it was, it was giving me the creeps. All of my senses were on high alert, screaming at me that I was in imminent danger.My hands trembled as they fumbled and scraped against the jagged edges of debris as I desperately sought a more defensible position. ...But even then I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched, every single movement monitored. It was dreadful and suffocating. Unease gripped me tightly, its icy fingers constricting my chest, as I struggled to steady my ragged breaths. The tumultuous events had placed an immense strain on my body. Surprisingly, my mana core was holding up well, but even so, I had to rely on it to sustain my weary and battered form. As a result, I could feel my strength gradually diminishing, bit by
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Lord of the Ashes
The approaching vermins seemed countless as they swarmed down the rubble towards Yon. But he still had strength even in his wounded form, and an immense amount of mana to fuel his spell. Rising, flames licked the ground, conjured by both hands in an all-consuming inferno.Points of ignition flared up around him in a circle. Creating the foundation, he connected these points, channeling his mana through them. The flames rose, forming a continuous ring of fire. He extended his arms, palms open, and began to twist his wrists, shaping the flames into a spiraling vortex.The air around him heated up rapidly as the vortex gained momentum, the flames licking higher into the sky.The searing vortex encircled his body, growing ever more intense. The front-runners of the vermin tide met the vortex head-on their tiny bodies igniting like kindling. Screams rent the air as they were immolated where they climbed, the flames tearing through their ranks.Yon concentrated harder, weaving the vortex
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Vermins
I tumbled through the darkness, panic rising in my throat as rubble rained down. Each passing moment felt like an eternity, as if time itself had slowed down in sync with my racing thoughts.The air was thick with dust, invading my nostrils and choking my breath. My vision was obscured, reduced to mere glimpses of fragmented shapes. The sensation of weightlessness and lack of solid ground messed with my senses, disorienting chaos all around me, utterly helpless and vulnerable.A sickening eternity passed before my fall abruptly halted with a bone-jarring crunch. Pain shot through my limbs. I laid there, stunned, the impact searing into my consciousness.Darkness unlike anything I had ever experienced engulfed me. It was a darkness that went beyond the absence of light, it was a consuming void that seemed to swallow everything, even the concept of darkness itself. It was disorienting and disconcerting, as if the very essence of my surroundings had been erased.In that blackness, my s
- The Magus Echoes of the forgotten
Smoke
Darkness cloaked the tunnel as I ran blindly, breath sawing in my lungs. Behind, snarls echoed my panic, drawing ever nearer in the murky depths. Conjuring a small wisp of light, no bigger than a firefly, I concentrated on willing it to glow brighter. I drew deep on reservoir far vaster than my small form implied, pouring more mana into the wisp until it swelled into a puffball hovering above my hand.Though they outnumbered me, I had no shortage of mana to confront the swarm, it was just that they seemed to be everywhere. "Take this!"Light blazed like the midday sun behind, momentarily blinding the swarm snarling at my heels. In that flash I wove bindings of simple darkness spell, ensnaring a few of them long enough to resume my flight.Once again, I drew deeply from my reserves, conjuring more glowing puffballs that exploded in blinding flashes.The tunnel blazed briefly, momentarily blinding pursuers enough for me to sprint ahead, dodging jagged rock formations.'Ugh, this terra
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Pack
Looking back, I saw a creature with a thin, elongated body. Its proportions seemed somewhat off, with an elongated form that appeared disproportionate. A lengthy, thick tail snaked behind it, coiling and uncoiling sinuously. It was slightly smaller than a coyote, but its body was unusually thin and elongated. I felt a twinge of unease, but compared to those dreaded creatures, what harm could this little one do?"Shoo! Get outta here! Shoo!" I shouted, attempting to scare it away.The small creature tilted its head from side to side, wearing a curious expression as if assessing me.I picked up a small rock from the ground, preparing to shoo it once more, but then it lowered its head. I found its appearance and actions oddly endearing."Ah... By any chance, are you lost or something? I don't have any food on me, but... um... you can stay here. We can share this place," I stumbled over my words, feeling a bit flustered initially. However, as I calmed down, I slowly pushed myself up fro
- The Magus Echoes of the forgotten
Dark Spot
The beast was no simple animal - its biology and resilience were far beyond the normal limits.Yon's heart raced, fear and worry turning to a desperate need to survive. The exhaustion of his reckless gamble was setting in. There was only one way out of this - he had to kill.The realization hit him hard, his breath catching in his throat."Guh!"He'd taken many lives before, but not like this. "Huff... huff... huff..."Faced with the unstoppable forces of nature bearing down on him, his survival instinct took over. Kill or be killed. His fears, worry and exhaustion were turning into desperation. The desperate will to kill.His breaths came in short, frantic gasps."Hah... hah... hah..."The only way he'd escape this alive was to kill. There was no other choice.Slowly, agonizingly, Yon felt the bear's frenzied struggles beginning to weaken as his mana disrupted its raging vital functions bit by bit. But the relentless avalanche was taking its toll - even his enhanced lungs burned an
- The Magus Echoes of the forgotten
Frozen Spears
Running with every screaming fiber of his, he manuevered between the towering trees, taunting the bear towards the spot where it had smashed its massive paws into the snowy earth. The ground was now pockmarked with deep furrows, and from these churned-up gouges, massive icicles still jutted upwards – jagged, frozen spears."Come here you nasty ball of furs! You are nothing but a dirtbag!"The giant bear appeared to register Yon's shout, as it barreled forward, disregarding the injured tiger it had deemed too difficult to catch.The little critter, on the other hand, wasn't fast, but it didn't look too appetizing either. It just wanted to shut up that annoying buzzing and go for the real meal.As the bear reared up, slamming its massive paws down onto the icy ground, the impact shattered the icicles, sending razor-sharp shards flying every which way.The tiger, already on the giant bear's tail, sensed its chance and swiped at the beast, letting out a fierce growl to distract it. 'Did
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Ice Formations
Yon gripped the sturdy tree trunk with white-knuckled intensity as the imposing bear reared up on its hind legs, smashing its massive paws down with earth-shaking force. "Argh!" He cried out, his heart pounding in his chest.This was the ruler of the snowy mountains, a creature possessing brute strength beyond all reason. Its sheer presence was utterly dreadful, and it was now fixated on a prey that would likely only smear one of its razor-sharp claws with blood.As the bear drew back, preparing to charge, Yon locked eyes once more with the tiger that had led him to this perilous confrontation. The big cat's gaze was unwavering, as if daring him to make a move.Then, without any warning, the tiger suddenly bolted, drawing the bear's wrathful charge. But at the last possible moment, the feline veered aside with its terrifying reflexes.Snarling in frustrated rage, the Great bear, unable to halt its momentum, careened headlong towards the very tree that Yon clung to for dear life."No
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Foe, Fire and Flesh
With no respite for its prey, the mountain's ruler slashed at them with its fearsome claws.Yon rolled to the side, narrowly evading the powerful swipe, his smaller size proving advantageous for survival.The young tiger, however, did not fare as well. It was grazed by the bear's formidable claws, drawing fresh blood. Though the wound was shallow, in such dire circumstances, even small injuries could mean the difference between life and death. A trickle of blood began to flow from the tiger's side. The scent of fresh blood reached the hungry nostrils of the mountain ruler, igniting its instinct to demand more. Drool and foam dripped from its muzzle as its massive body begged to be satiated. The sight of its prey bleeding only fueled the beast's insatiable hunger, craving for more... more blood, more meat.The young tiger let out a pained snarl as its injury slowed its movements. It knew one wrong step now could mean becoming the ruthless bear's next meal. Yon, a lean but wiry hum
