nly battle-honed clarity. Whatever beast the Mage summoned earlier had nearly shattered its psyche, planting insidious whispers in i

h they had affected it until now. Even the Mage's Spells - seemingly harmless explosions and adhesives - had carried poison. Each drop seeped into its hide with patient precision, a slow, relentless corrup

ards nev

t. These humans wielded their arts like masters, weaving together tech

for the same realm

Even True borns would falter against its might.

s the first thin

Esper

limped, with a bleeding gash on her t

ise and speed. Her long chestnut hair, tied into twin braids, each secured with thin golden ribbons,

t a hint of her ivory skin. Heralding this striking contrast were her tattoos; inked intricately along her ribcage to her waistline. A stunning night sky, complete wi

attoos had long been destroyed fro

w like the sun. With a white cloth tied around her neck, bearing the team's emblem; A Citadel, crossed on o

, analysing the situation. It continued 'Plus, she no longer sports her staff, meaning it must've been destroyed.... or not. She showed prowes

n if he could, he won't. Most of his other Spells he has showcased will largely b

e shift

hysical might, while still enhanced, is considerably lower. It seems she can use poisons to modify her capa

ong term, or well executed solution. I'm most familiar with Knights, I can read him the best and he can't hurt Me in

as as fierce as the Drake's, but it wasn't enough. The creature shifted, claws meeting metal in a clash that sent shockwaves through the earth, which in turn was shattered by the forces created, a

y're done

ttention turn

ou've kept your cards skillfully hidden, you've abated all my attacks, survived without inj

here, Sabbath was

realise each Kingdom's denizens - observing t

ed against it, forging their strength in defiance, this much was a familiar trait. Mages coerced and

were an insidious bunch, they often possessed

your game

ud, but it couldn't, and it had no need.

cing

qual parts expecting that question an

l find out s

d onto the Drake with unnerving focus. While the others fought with flair and noise,

red like a serpent into its consciousness. It snarled, the sound vibrating t

e most enigmati

ts in a glass prism, reflecting off their walls. Rain ran in rivulets down his ebony skin, gleaming under the storm's intermittent flashes,

eet were wrapped in light bandages, revealing his toes and

ed like a chess piece. If one could see it in enough deta

er - The Samurai knocked unconscious, collapsed against rubble. The Knight, missing an arm, barely resisting, despite his in

d its strings, and this Fi

st two of