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Leveling up as a Battle Mage

Finrod was just a young elf when the suns of Melos darkened and an evil entity appeared, bestowing a system upon its inhabitants. With it came hordes of creatures that were out for blood. It was either fight and level up or die, and Finrod is far from giving up. Equipping the Battle Mage class, he fights through hordes of gnarly creatures, hoping to survive the new apocalyptic landscape. [WSA 2024 Entry] Reviews, powerstones and engagements will be appreciated, thanks for reading.

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Red Tonardo part two

The black blade came at him, he had nothing but his reflexes to rely on at the moment. His hands came up and a little portal came up to take the blow.

Unfortunately for Ran however, the portal was much too small and was in the process of forming, it couldn't take in all of the strike and some part slipped away with one striking his left arm and cutting it off.

"Ohh! My arm! By the goddess My arm!"

The little strike had cut off his left arm having it lay on the ground lifeless and covered in red paint. He held the part that was still fixed to his body, he wanted to hold the wound but it hurt so much that he resorted to just holding it just below his shoulder.

"Ohhh the goddess." He whimpered. His Graimpuf noticed his pain and ran to him. Others did as well, Elessar looked back to see him wailing on his knees stained with blood.