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The Halazia Chronicles - Chapter 1
Hongjoong worked alone in his cramped room, surrounded by wires, half-finished beats, and the cold glow of his laptop screen, the cursor blinking like a dying star. Midnight had folded itself around the tiny space, the walls thin enough to hear the city sigh in its sleep. It wasn’t much, but it was his—his first real space since leaving home to chase a dream his parents never understood.
By Guia Nocon3 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 35
Chapter 35 Sara stood before the Dungeon Control Crystal, its surface alive with shifting light that pulsed in rhythm with her thoughts. She reached out, fingertips brushing the cool surface, and the System’s interface unfolded in her mind. Relief washed over her as she realized the Dungeon was not the same brutal gauntlet she had faced when claiming it. The Boss remained a Crystal Devourer, but only a Tier 2 variant, not the Tier 3 Raid monstrosity she had fought. And at the end of the run, the Challenger party would not find the Dungeon Crystal itself, but a reward chest stocked with loot.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)3 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 34
Chapter 34 “Excellent!”, Sara said, ignoring the humored chuffing of a Life Lion in the stalks than only her heightened Mind would have heard. “Then how about introductions, my new friends. I am Sara Bloom, Viscount of Haven Valley and the Crystal Cavern Dungeon. Welcome to Haven Valley.”
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)3 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 32
Chapter 32 Mind awhirl with this new information. That the battles she had fought thus far were only to qualify for the actual contest still to come. She stood and headed back into the main hallway, the statues of Haven Valley’s guardians watched silently as Tas shimmered into view beside her.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)3 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 30
Chapter 30 Sara spent the rest of the morning weaving through the village streets, her boots crunching softly on the packed earth. Everywhere she went, villagers paused in their work to nod or bow, offering quiet thank yous. She returned their gratitude with a smile or a nod, never lingering too long, but always asking, “What do you think the valley needs next?”
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)3 months ago in Fiction
