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Advent of the Archmage

Link was the top Archmage in the entire server. He had just defeated the strongest boss, the Lord of The Deep, Nozama with his party. However, instead of going back to town, he was transported to a secret location with pixelated CG. It sort of felt like a vacuum, and within it came a glorious and commanding voice that calls himself the God of Light. "Link, would you be willing to be the saviour who will pull the World of Firuman out from the churning abyss?" What a huge mission! If it was in the real world, Link would have rejected it immediately. However, he was bent on being the hero in game. "Bring it on!" Link answered confidently. "Then, best of luck." And so begin Link's journey of magic, friendship, betrayal, love and despair in the ever changing World of Firuman.

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Moving in from All Directions (3/3)

Traductor: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

In a dark underground palace.

Blue flames danced about in the darkness.

From time to time, a blood-curdling shriek echoed in the air.

In the dim light, a beautiful woman clad in black scaled armor was sitting on a throne made of white human bones. A man in a black battle robe was standing without a word below the throne, a sword dangling from his waist.

Five minutes went by in silence. Finally, the woman spoke out, "With Mozur dead, knowing Milda, she would probably send Razer next."

"Yes, Mistress. My informant told me that he had seen Razer enter the Teleportation Temple. He should be in Firuman by now."

The Teleportation Temple was a place specially built to facilitate the trans-realm journeys of any core member of the Fire Sect. It would not take a genius to know where Razer had teleported off to after Mozur's defeat.