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Searching for Andromeda

- Hiatus! Coming back this 2024 - Ephraim, or as called by his colleagues, Raim, is an archeologist. Upon his commencement, he was stationed with a task force consisting of a researcher, a biologist, a doctor, and a former sergeant-in-arms; their team entrusted with a duty to examine the desolated LAB of an abandoned former space station: ANDROMEDA. As a man of science, he knew what his weakness was: curiosity. Upon entering the premises of ANDROMEDA, Raim discovers that succumbing to his desires would prove fatal one day. And that day has come. By the end of the darkness of the seemingly isolated laboratory was not obscurity filled with dust and desolation—but a tunnel leading to another realm of knowledge. A pathway to another dimension. No… the -pathway- to another world. The entrance to a completely different time where magic, knights, kingdom, monsters, and battles reigned supreme; Now Ephraim and his task force must utilize their existing knowledge and cultivate their given power to survive onslaughts and drive the kingdoms of another world to prosperity. [note: if you push through chapter 13 where the action generally starts, it will be worth it.] The artwork from this temporary cover is from is Windreader Zell from Bagoum. I do not own this artwork. https://sv.bagoum.com/cards/104421030 • • SUPPORT THE AUTHOR • • Buy me a coffee to keep me awake from long nights of writing: https://ko-fi.com/chainslock «CONTEST: Webnovel Spirity Spring Awards 2020»

Chainslock · Fantasia
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A rapier is a relatively long-bladed sword characterized by a protective hilt that is constructed to provide protection for the hand wielding the sword. While the rapier blade might be broad enough to cut to some degree, it is designed to execute swift and lithe thrusting attacks.

Jaxon Sparrows held the hilt of his rapier and had a battle posture often seen in fencing. Ephraim was an archaeologist, so he didn't know how to describe Jaxon's current battle stance. Jaxon's leg was a step behind himself, and his hook was in his back as he held his rapier by his other hand.

The crew were looking at Ephraim—observant, and were waiting for their captain to strike. Ephraim tightened the grip on his sword. The sword had the same feel to it as before, except now it evoked too many memories that were flashing to him in such a painstakingly difficult time—memories that weren't pleasant enough to aid him in the battlefield. Memories that held dried blood and lost lives.