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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 · Adolescents et jeunes adultes
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The Scarlet Blood Clot I

Seeing his opponent instantly heal from the wounds he had inflicted with great difficulty, the Fenrir of Eternal Night became more cautious in his actions. He didn't hesitate to put more distance between them…

After completely recovering under the astonished gazes of everyone, Adall charged at his opponent without delay. His speed didn't match that of the Fenrir when it was in top form, but it was enough to surprise the beast still suffering from its flank injury.

Clank!

Like a speeding bullet, he used his hobgoblin weight and bulk to deliver a violent shield bash to the animal. The blow to the head left the beast stunned for a few precious seconds… Time that Adall used to deliver another decisive sword strike to the Fenrir of Eternal Night.

Shang!

The target of this successful move was one of the beast's front legs.