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He Who Wields Dimension
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2021-08-19 23:01:18“Woah! Is this the place, Briane?” blurted out Slone, her eyes so wide Briane feared it would fall.
They arrived at the Forbidden Forest a little bit late. It was dusk; the sky blue tint painting the horizon dimmed to indigo but with the hint of the golden and orangeish explosion of colors as the sun made its way to a deep slumber. If it weren’t through the Zorpheans and Berry who needed to rest, they would have arrived sooner. Though the Zorpheans let them go, Briane couldn’t help but threatened them just to make sure they wouldn’t make a move against them.
“Don’t be fooled, Sloane!” said Briane to a hush, focusing his eyes on the scope of the forest. “It’s in that very spot that a man had died by merely standing!”
They were at the bushes where Briane hid. Thousands of fireflies were fluttering in the air, dancing with the wind, illuminating the path leading to the forest. The bulb on their butts cradled purple light that flickered madly, its colors reflecti
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Shadows of the Lost Author's Note
It's such a nostalgic thing to have finished this epic of a novell, and I thank all of you for the support, especially to my editor, Artis Yusi, who give it her all to make sure I feel welcome here. I'm sure we all had an exhausting but fun journey, so do tell me what you think about the first installation of the Shadow Series. Thank you everyone! We'll see each other again in the second installation where we'll dive deeper in the secret of Pasithea. I'm going to warn you beforehand to wear your helmet, for this is going to be another hell of a bumpy ride. Until then, let's all savor this first installation; reread it, and you might find some clues as to whaat's going to unfold in the second book.
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Arc 4 Deadly Encounter From here on out, Death will tail you wherever you may go. For the people you care for and for the people you have sacrificed, you’ll have no choice but to face him head-on, battling such a cruel war in which the consequence would be your loved one’s head served in a silver platter. The end is near. And those who are not prepared to die are the first one to face the Reaper’s terrible wrath… --- Z had never felt more powerful than when she woke with a start a week ago. Her eyes were madly flickering from pea-green to toxic green. A single twitch of her hand made the wooden bed shook and she ended up bouncing on the ground, the bed crumpled into pieces. She swallowed hard as she looked around. The leather-made wall of the tent looked so fragile next to her eyes. Closing it, she tried to steady her breathing; however, a twig cracked way outside. She jerked her eyes open and a hole singed through
