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997 - The Path to Follow

“Are you still set on this?” Tiraeses asked Leon as they gathered the morning after defeating the raelon—or so Tiraeses claimed, Leon could hardly tell if it were morning or evening given the thick black clouds still hanging in the sky.

“Set on what?” Leon asked.

“Continuing to the Mandian Lands,” Tiraeses clarified.

Leon lightly grimaced, Xaphan and the Thunderb...

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996 - Lord of Memory

As the raelon’s final breath rattled across the dunes, Tiraeses, still covered in blood, roared incoherently in savage triumph and launched himself at the creature’s corpse. Leon followed, though he kept his elation at the successful hunt under wraps. To defeat such a large and powerful creature was thrilling, but the manic way that Tiraeses threw himself at the monster, not to mention the ...

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995 - Raelon

Leon walked through the empty halls of the monastery that Tiraeses called home. The chamber they’d briefly fought, and then made peace in, was rather spartan, with little else in the large room save for the carved wall. However, once Tiraeses led Leon deeper into the mountain, that changed. The walls were alight with highly realistic reliefs depicting ancient myths and battles that Leon had n...

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994 - Tiraeses' Story

“Two hundred years ago, these mountains gave shade to fertile plains and peaceful villages,” Tiraeses began, his tone tinged with nostalgia. “Several hundred thousand people lived here in peace and harmony, threatened only when Strong Ashagon, Lord of Battle, sent wolf packs and bandits—though such occasions were rare. Here, we lived with the peace of the gods, and in living well, we ho...

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993 - The Survivor III

A ninth-tier mage was powerful—nearly untouchable in a conventional sense. However, as lightning surged through Leon’s body, he only had to turn his body slightly for his opponent’s strike to miss. With his magic senses, not as constrained when out of the polluted air outside the tunnels, he could sense exactly how much the bald man was packing into the beams of light he was ‘punching...

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992 - The Survivor II

[You’re not going to get through this way, human,] Xaphan chided.

Leon ignored the demon as he continued focusing his power on the smooth stone wall in front of him that the ninth-tier man had disappeared behind mere minutes before. He’d formed his magic into a spike and tried boring into the stone, his meager mastery over earth magic meaning he was trying a more brute force approach ...

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991 - The Survivor I

Leon’s injuries were barely healed before he took off from the dunes toward the mountains nearby. The quaking wastes told him that something massive was coming, and while he was strong, he wasn’t yet ready to challenge something unknown that inhabited such a hostile place as Arkhnavi was turning out to be.

The mountains were close, and though bereft of any dirt or plant life, Leon sti...

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990 - Arriving on Arkhnavi

Leon reappeared in the blue room where the Grave Warden was waiting for him, looking almost like he’d never left in the five days since returning Leon to Stormhollow. Only a glass goblet of some kind of wine on the table showed that he’d done anything at all in that time.

“Leon,” Ambrose warmly stated. “Welcome back. Welcome back. Are you ready?”

Leon clenched his jaw an...

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989 - Five Days

Five days was not a long time, but Leon resolved to use it as well as he could. He’d already made most of the plans he needed to, but there were a few others that he wanted to see to, as well.

His first bit of business was to offload everything in his soul realm that he considered important yet felt he wouldn’t need in the task ahead. That meant everything from more sentimental items ...

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988 - The Task

Leon wasn’t sure precisely when the Grave Warden was going to arrive, but when Tikos came to the palace with the latest batch of Hesperidic Apples, he couldn’t help but feel like he was down to a matter of days. As the rough day of reckoning approached, dread settled into Leon’s stomach like a rock, and anger and impatience accelerated his heart rate whenever he thought about how much tim...

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987 - Legacy

With plodding, ponderous steps, the nine-foot-tall golems clumsily walked around the courtyard, as if they weren’t used to moving.

And they weren’t, for within their chests were polished chunks of thunder wood amber, each one hosting a stone giant.

As Leon watched the small handful of giants move about, adapting to their new bodies, he couldn’t help but wonder if they might ne...

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986 - Thunder Wood Amber

“What makes you think you’re qualified to tell me how to build a golem?”

Such were the first words Nestor spoke as soon as he stepped off the Ravens’ ark. He’d ignored Leon completely even as the Ravens he was traveling with went to greet their King. Instead, he’d made a beeline straight for Clear.

Leon and the tau had kept Nestor informed with their work on try...

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985 - End of the Cruise

After thirty-three days, Silver Spear, followed closely by Cassandra’s personal ark, came flying in low over Stormhollow. As much as Leon enjoyed being back in Occulara and the Bull Kingdom again, he felt even better being back in his capital city again.

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984 - Family Matters

It was a truly strange thing, not needing to breathe. The human body, at higher magical tiers, was able to sustain itself entirely on magic power, whether produced internally or absorbed from the environment. It was still mentally distressing to have one’s stomach or lungs empty for too long, though, so most higher-tier mages still ate, breathed, and even slept, even though the latter wasn’...

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983 - Occularan Pit Stop

Occulara, once again.

Leon smiled as Silver Spear landed in the fields next to his villa. It still felt great to return, and they were going to stay just a little bit longer this time while preparing to head back to Kataigida.

There wasn’t much ceremony as Leon and his people disembarked and headed inside, save for some surprise and alarm when Rakos exited Cassandra’s...

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982 - Flying South

Leon spent much of his time on the flight back south conferring with his advisors on Kataigida. Nothing of great importance was discussed, but he wanted to be kept informed on the progress of certain projects—most notably building arks, manufacturing potential golem bodies for the stone giants, the process of acquiring rare materials for use in building new arks and repairing the Thunderbird ...

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981 - Raime's Title

With an astute gaze, Leon scrutinized the young man kneeling before him. He left the man some bodily privacy, but otherwise, nearly all of his secrets were bared to Leon’s tenth-tier senses.

He was weak, by Leon’s standards—only the third-tier. However, his aura was stable and dense enough that Leon could see he was close to ascending to the fourth. The young man was only around twe...

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980 - The Bull's Requests

It was with a pale face and mildly pained expression that Leon hurried back to Ariminium. So hurried was he that apart from letting his people know he was on his way back, he didn’t wait for anything on his return journey, leading him to return sans Anzu.

Because he used his magic to keep everyone apprised of his progress, he was greeted by a party almost as large as that which had gree...

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979 - Migration

The Crater Tribe. In the two years since Leon’s last visit, it appeared much the same, though as he flew over in avian form, the number of giants down amongst the basalt pillars and trap rocks seemed much higher than it had before.

He supposed this made sense—the last time he’d shown up, the giants were celebrating their unification. The giants had been disunited, existing as numero...

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978 - The Bull's Welcome

It had been nearly two years since his last return to the Bull Kingdom, and Leon couldn’t help but marvel at the difference. He was now tenth-tier, bordering on divinity; he brought with him two arks; he had with him two Princesses, one of whom was from an Imperial family; and finally, Cristina had called ahead to let the Kingdom know that they were heading back, which meant just about the en...

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977 - First of the Next Generation

Leon and his people remained in Occulara for only a day. He was happy to be back in the city and his villa, but the deadline given to him by the tau loomed large over him, so staying for any real length of time simply wasn’t in the cards. However, they were able to pack quite a bit of work into that one day, with Leon handling some introductions between Heaven’s Eye and the Raven Tribe whil...

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976 - First Stop

“Are you sure this is wise?” Marcus asked as Leon led him and a small complement of Tempest Knights through the halls of his palace on their way to Leon’s private arkpad, where Silver Spear awaited.

“What? Heading back to the Bull Kingdom?” Leon asked with a wry grin. “Haven’t we been over this enough in the past few days?”

“Not that,” Marcus qu...

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975 - Wishing for Work

A small stone hovered over Leon’s hand, spinning through the air while slowly changing shape. Sphere to square to pyramid and then back to sphere, over and over again.

Leon had been practicing his earth magic like this for several hours. With the war with the Sunlit Empire over and a tentative peace with the Sentinels, he found himself rather flush with free time—though much of that t...

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974 - Training Goals

“Hey, Nestor!” Leon called out as he walked into the dead man’s workshop. Immediately, he realized that Nestor hadn’t been slacking at all in his experiments, as not only were there several dozen golem frames scattered around the workshop wherever his kinsman could store them without getting in his way, but the man himself had rebuilt his body once again. His ‘face’ remained complet...

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973 - Settling In

It wasn’t long after Leon met with Keeper and the tau that the final documents solidifying Leon’s peace with the Sunlit Empire came through. With the peace agreement in writing, Leon wasted no time leaving Thunderhaven as quickly as his arks could go while maintaining efficient use of magic power. His welcome in the Empire was already quite shaky and he wasn’t going to press it, no matter...

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972 - More Peace

“I’m sure you two have much to discuss,” the tau said as he sat between Leon and the Keeper of the Sentinels.

The three were alone, Leon’s family, the Director, and Penelope having given the room upon the tau’s request for privacy. Leon wasn’t yet sure if he was happy for the privacy or not—regardless, he was extremely wary of having a tenth-tier mage on Silver Spear View Post

971 - Peace

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Leon impatiently tapped a finger on his chair’s armrest as he waited for the outstanding dele...

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970 - Battle Over Thunderhaven Aftermath

Leon stared at the corpse of the Sunlit Emperor, reveling in his victory. All he needed was a brief glance at his forces to know that the victory was complete. It appeared that the Thunderbird Clan’s heavy cruiser had been seized and what little remained of the Imperial Palace had been occupied. There was a lot of work to do ahead, but most of that burden, thankfully, would be borne by others...

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969 - Battle Over Thunderhaven II

The Sunlit Emperor was blasted thousands of feet back by Iron Pride, but Leon caught up to him in an instant. He stabbed forth with his new weapon, silver-blue lightning dancing all over his body and empowering his strike. But the Emperor was powerful and hardly out of the fight just yet; he twisted his body and Leon’s sword bit into armor rather than flesh. A massive rent was opened along th...

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968 - Battle Over Thunderhaven I

With trembling fingers, Metellus wiped his brow. His fingers came away drenched in sweat.

The Sunlit Emperor’s chief military advisor was nervous, to say the least. At the eighth-tier, he was largely immune from regular heat and cold, not to mention the pleasant climate control enchantments within the Imperial Palace, so little else save for his own impending doom could wring o...

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