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“I told you. I won’t attend. I’m busy with the dungeon raids.” Uno slid his gears into his inventory without even looking up. Professor Grish exhaled sharply. “But you’re the face of this guild. We need at least one new recruit this year. Would it hurt to show up? Motivate them?” Uno finally turned his gaze on her. His voice was flat, his expression unreadable. “If they need me to motivate them, they shouldn’t be hunters.” Her brow twitched. “You’re impossible.” “I’ve been…-
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It was a lazy afternoon. Humans bustled about with their own business, but in front of Arthur’s house stood three figures. Well… not exactly three. Two were dungeon monsters. And one… was a small human. A girl. Maybe ten years old. She squinted up at Lev like he was a suspicious stray dog. Lev, unimpressed, raised a single eyebrow back. She looked about ten. A little girl, glaring up at Lev with her arms crossed. Lev raised one brow in return, unimpressed. Arthur had warned him beforehand that…
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Another week passed, and Lev was…..still trying to master the complicated art of being human. For starters, he now ate… three times a day. A true achievement. Breakfast? Sundae. Lunch? Gelato. Dinner? An entire bucket of ice cream. And if his stomach didn’t riot against him, he treated himself to a midnight sorbet. Arthur once begged him to try actual food. He picked up a slice of pizza, inspected it like a strange relic, and then without hesitation dunked it into his glass of…
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The training room was indeed expansive, its clean lines leaving no room for distraction. Yet under Uno’s presence, the air itself seemed to narrow, bending around him as though drawn to his gravity. He stood at the center of the floor, black shirt clinging to his frame, the fabric outlining the breadth of his shoulders, the taper of his waist, the lean strength in his arms. When he moved, it was like steel springing to life. Uno’s first strike cut through the air. His fist slammed against Lev’s…
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Lev watched him with quiet satisfaction. For someone who never lost control, Uno was doing a terrible job of hiding how much this got to him. Lev could practically hear the quiet grind of his composure slipping. How adorable. “Alright then,” Lev said with a smirk, tone teasing but soft. “I won’t leave your side.” Uno didn’t respond at first. Something twisted in his chest. The words shouldn’t have pleased him, but they did. It was ridiculous and irritating. Yet for a heartbeat, something…
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The afternoon sun spilled across City B's central plaza, a brilliant, almost oppressive light that made the air shimmer. Amidst the weekend bustle of vendors and wandering crowds, Uno stood as a stark silhouette. He was the first to arrive, a quiet sentinel leaning against the steel pillar of a gazebo. His simple attire was a black fitted T-shirt. Its soft, slightly distressed fabric clinging to the lean lines of his shoulders did little to diminish his presence. Instead, it accentuated the casual power of…
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“Get in,” Uno said, leaning casually against the hood of his car. The early sun framed him in gold, tracing the edge of his jaw and the curve of his shoulders. He looked as composed as ever with his sleeves rolled up and hands in his pockets. His eyes were half-lidded with the kind of quiet confidence that drew attention without asking for it. Earlier that morning, Uno had called him out of nowhere. No explanation, just a calm order to come along. It was strange enough that Uno called, but stranger…
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The air was thick with pulverized stone and the bitter tang of raw mana. The Floor Guardian grunted, stone skin fracturing beneath Lev’s grip as he struggled to push the hand away. “Who are you?” The human didn't strain. He didn't even lean. He simply stood utterly still and let a slow mocking smirk curl his lips. “Take a guess.” For a brief moment, his eyes glimmered gold slitted like a serpent’s and faint scales rippled across his cheekbones before vanishing again. The colossal Guardian…
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Lev shifted the folder in his arm. His smile was soft, refined, but the gleam in his eyes betrayed a mischief that did not match such gentleness. “My, what a pity,” he sighed in mock lament. “I must deliver these to my team regardless.” Uno’s frown carved deeper lines into his face as his gaze fell on the folder. “Hand it over.” Lev’s brows lifted, a spark of amusement flickering there. He surrendered the folder without hesitation, but his languid grace carried the weight of provocation…
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The area stretched wide and silent, like a city gutted from the inside out. Buildings rose on both sides, tall and uneven, walls cracked and half-collapsed. Some leaned dangerously, as if one more breeze would finish the job. Steel beams stuck out like bones, and the air stank faintly of rust and something burnt. When the hunters stepped inside, everyone stopped. No one said a word. It was a complete carnage. Concrete chunks, shattered glass, and the mangled remains of massive insects covered the…
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Lev blinked once, the corner of his mouth tugging upward as if amused. “I must look pitiful to you, huh?” He tilted his head to the side. “You looked sloppy.” Uno’s reply came blunt and uncolored yet his grip on Lev’s arm lingered just a moment longer than needed before releasing. Lev’s eyes dropped briefly to the delayed movement, amusement flickering across his face as if savoring the hesitation, before he finally pulled free and let a sly smile curve his lips. “Guess you were watching…
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Silence did not end; it thickened. Ash lifted from the floor and hung in the air like reversed snowfall, each mote spinning with faint light. The broken vials and scorched sigils blurred, their edges softening until the lab no longer held its shape. Stone became glass, glass became shadow. When Myrren blinked, the walls breathed, curved inward, then outward, and the chamber folded into another room she half remembered: the Spiral Hall. Gold carvings glimmered through the smoke, whispering in languages…-
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The silence after Thane’s unmaking was not peace; it was pressure. It seeped into the palace stone like a slow exhale, then turned, breathing back. Mirrors along the corridor trembled, their reflections lagging a heartbeat behind the living. The scent of burned honey clung to the air, sharp as regret. Nobles stumbled from the throne hall clutching half-dissolved oath-rings that sparked against their skin. Somewhere, a priest screamed that the spiral was breaking. Myrren felt it before she heard it: the…
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The corridors burned blue, not candlelight, but something colder and wrong. Every torch hissed with ghost-fire, and the mirrors along the walls quivered like they were breathing. The air reeked of myrrh and scorched roses, the scent used in the Silent Veil’s rites. Servants stood in rows, unmoving, their eyes are like empty glass. Their mouths moved together, too soft to understand, then clear enough to twist Myrren’s stomach. “Bind what breaks.” The words crawled over the stone and seemed to…
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The light died first, swallowing its own reflection. When the last mirror fell silent, only the sound of ash remained, soft, drifting, like breath released at last. Myrren didn’t remember leaving the throne hall; only the press of Corven’s hand and the echo of the Queen’s command still burning behind her ribs. Now the palace lay still. The corridors smelled of soot and frostmint. Somewhere far below, bells tolled the hour before dawn. They found shelter in what remained of the Queen’s solar, once…
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Silence hardened into sound: the slow drip of water, the brittle crackle of cooling glass. The mirrors were gone. Only the scent of them remained, iron and smoke and the sweetness of something burned too clean. Myrren woke on the stone floor of her workshop, her cheek pressed to a scatter of ash. The air quivered with faint blue light from the wards; every surface shimmered as if remembering the explosion. Her palms were raw. The token at her throat still throbbed, its heat pulsing in counter rhythm to…
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