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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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Snikkle entered the room where Adall was, his eyes finally landing on the entity radiating an aura of majesty, sitting on the floor in the middle of it.

Groggle now had a much more slender appearance and a less imposing build than before. He measured about 1.7 meters and weighed at most 60 kilograms, but his body was damn well-toned. Every muscle on it recalled the perfection to which only a few superior beings in the vast universe could aspire.

His face was even more impressive.

It was born from a 70 to 30 combination of his own human face and Groggle's, so even though he had lost a bit of his beauty due to the hobgoblin's interference, he was still the most pleasant thing to look at in the whole hamlet.

For a moment, Snikkle was hypnotized by Groggle's new appearance, but he quickly came back to his senses because all it ultimately reminded him of was another person achieving the dream he had nurtured with all his being just a few days ago.