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The Inner Odyssey

The Apocalypse is in full swing. Defiled - powerful creatures corrupted by the Great Collision - prowled the lands in search of prey. Unfortunately for them, the human race had long since retreated behind the secure walls of the Sanctuary of Everlast. During one of his regular excursions outside the Sanctuary, Alden is separated from Celeste. - his childhood friend and crush. In that moment, he came to regret never summoning the courage to confess. Somehow managing to survive thanks to some trickery, Alden awakens as a mage. Instead of receiving a normal power, he gains the ability to decay. What's more, during his ascension, he received a vision from his future self advising him not to trust the Asterons - celestial beings who had saved his race from inescapable doom. Normally... such a revelation wouldn’t faze Alden. However, there was only one major problem with the declaration, though. Celeste was bound with an Asteron. And not just any normal Asteron... She had made a pact with one of the Divine Sovereigns. ________ Cover is not mine. I found it on Pinterest.

Ash_Monarch · ファンタジー
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92 Chs

Battered

As he stared at his opponent, Alden's expression turned extremely grave. 

This Dark Elf differed from the one he had faced before. The strange markings on its skin were a shade of deeper blue and it seemed taller as well. That was not all. A terrifying aura surrounded the corrupted creature.

Alden's hair rose on end, his instincts screaming at him to flee, to do anything other than face this overwhelming foe. 

This… Expert. 

'Blasted Asterons!' 

He cursed. 

Why was he about to battle something two whole ranks above him? 

Never mind that the Dark Elf doubtless had greater mana reserves, higher mana purity and greater attunement to its power than him, it also probably had much more combat experience than him. 

Alden did his best to stop his legs from shaking. He straightened his shoulders. He was the only thing standing between the Dark Elf and Celeste and the others not on the front lines. 

He couldn't cower.