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The War of the Primals

Born as the heir to the world's most powerful family of magicians, with a talent for magic that rivals that of the gods, Adall knew happiness only to have it forcibly ripped away from him shortly thereafter. Overnight, he would be banished from his family and condemned to a pathetic life of wandering. Or so it was supposed to happen... How did he become so powerful? Why am I unable to inflict even the slightest injury on him, even using my most powerful spells? Why must I lose to someone I could have killed with a mere murderous intent not long ago? His new calling will be to instill fear and despair in the hearts of his enemies.

Alb22 · War
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The Battle Royale I

Adall often heard his ancestor Orion say:

"Sometimes, our worst enemies are those standing right beside us, smiling and ready to stab us in the back at any moment."

He could now affirm that he fully understood these words as he currently walked alongside Snikkle to the location of the day's event.

Even though there was still some way to go, the two could already hear the sounds of the eager spectators, craving blood and death.

"They're that excited?" He uttered these words aloud, not realizing his own astonishment.

However, he quickly received a response, which promptly snapped him out of his state of wonder.

"It's true, they're more excited than usual. We must ensure not to disappoint them."

"Yes, you're right."

After this brief discussion, the two companions continued their journey in silence and arrived a few minutes later at their destination: a very spacious room situated deep within the cave where they lived.