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Advent of the Three Calamities

[From the Author of Author's POV...] Emotions are like a drug to us. The more we experience them, the more we become addicted. The hardest part is not letting them consume us. But it's already too late for me. I've already been swallowed whole. *** I had no knowledge of the game. I was meant to have died. And yet, I found myself in this situation. A game I had never played before. A character I was unfamiliar with, and... A world that seemed to want to swallow me whole with every move I made. What the hell is going on? ...and who am I? *** Discord : https://discord.gg/PEbN7fc2ww

Entrail_JI · Fantasy
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Sorrow and joy [3]

Ellnor. 

The day after. In the captains' room. 

A visible gloom shrouded the space as several individuals sat alongside the table. 

"There's a Mirror Crack, and a Terror rank Hellhound alongside a few lower ranked ones. That's not accounting for the Necromancer whose strength appears to be around the same level if not stronger." 

Professor Hollowe was the one to speak.

"I've already asked for reinforcements. The Empire will soon send a platoon to our aid." 

His expression was extremely gloomy, and besides him and Professor Bridgette, no one else from Haven was present. 

The cadets had no business being here. 

".....How long will the reinforcements take?" 

Captain Travis asked from his seat. 

"Will they send reinforcements immediately, or will they wait a while?" 

"I don't know." 

Professor Hollowe answered with a frown.