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Lord's Authority.

***[WSA 2024 Entry]*** “In a realm where deceit is woven into the very fabric of existence, the enigmatic dance of perception unfolds. A mimic seeks joy, while another spins webs of deception, manipulating with coy precision. Malevolence lurks in the shadows, and blood stains the path of the fifth. The sixth remains stoic, while the seventh is naught but a mere pawn. Above, below, and hidden amidst, he who controls perception watches, ever vigilant.” *** What does the Fool say? Welcome to the world of [Lord of Mirrors], where reality blurs and truth is but a fleeting illusion. In this game of power and deception, one must tread carefully, for the line between roleplayer and pawn is thin. Is the Lord truly the master, or are we merely pieces in his intricate game? It's all about perception. With eyes that see all and knowledge that spans realms, the is absolute. Obey his commands or face the consequences, for in this realm, he reigns supreme. *** A simple and naive archeologist with a heartache is tasked to roleplay the merciless Lord. Failure means only one thing – death. Can he do it? Maybe or Maybe not. No one knows. However, one must remember… “The Other side is tainted.” ... Warning: This content contains explicit language, graphic violence, and scenes of gore. Reader discretion is advised. *** Additional tags: Brutality, Dark, Villain, Smut, and Gore. ... Title Inspiration: ~Droit du seigneur (The Right of the Lord)~ Character inspiration: Mordret Valor (Shadow Slave) ... Update Chapter length: 2000+/- words. ... Volume 1: The Deception of Mimic ... Welcome to the Other Side (Discord link): https://discord.gg/G5JbQsjt7V

Oskar_04 · Game
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105 Chs

48: Reflectomancer Meets the Puppeteer. [1]

The backlash of his attribute <Hollow >, manifesting as pain in his internal organs, subsided, and Mordret slowly stood up with staggering steps. His consciousness was gradually returning.

'I don't think I've ever exerted this much effort for something before,' Zephyr thought as he held onto Gunther's leash.

"Let's end this quickly," Mordret said, exhausted. His body could no longer withstand any injuries, and he was in dire need of rest.

"Nihihi, khrug." The white steed approached Mordret, blood staining his white fur. Along with a deep gash on his front legs, there were bruises and a torn ligament. Gunther was injured too.

Obviously, it was the work of sharp and pointy objects, likely the tusks of the Scavengers. It was clear that Gunther had fought against one or two Scavengers to protect Mordret while he was still unconscious.