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Chapter 103: Window of Opportunity
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    Kalt
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    Holy shit...Zorian has become so OP now. I love it! joy
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    Peplum
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    Zorian’s mind went into overdrive. Time seemed to slow down. Elsewhere, his simulacrums stopped what they were doing as the information about the ward was dissected and analyzed by multiple minds bouncing ideas and theories between each other. Before the ward had time to fully activate, Zorian had figured out what it did and where its flaws were.

    Man, that's so OP. Mind mages of the highest level are busted. (Though I guess the same can be said for most magical fields)
    He reached into his pocket and threw a palm-sized metal ball on the ground in front of himself and Silverlake.

    Pokeball ! Go ! 8
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      LastSearchResult
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      Fr I fann9t belive how there aren't more people pointing out the pokeball thing.
      Grey hunter, I choose you!! oru2x
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    Sonic
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    Right here, the book has peaked...


    It's such a beautiful thing when you see a book this long that just keeps getting better and a proper ending like this makes the whole journey so worth it...
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    Quackeem
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    #panic# broken chapter
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    alshb
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    As for Mrva, his role in this was finished. His chest folded up again to prevent the chrysanthemum from targeting anyone else, and then he simply went limp. His internal mana reserves were gone and he could no longer move or fight.

    nooo, Mrva forwhat our buff, speedy, stoic, and virtually unstoppable Mrva forwhat

    seeing Silver got cucked by her future/past self is really disturbing, cause it's simply bizarre how she hadn't do anything to it until now all things considered, but it also filled me with such joy i feel like i could fly
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    Segan
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    So many cut off chapters. Very annoying. Here's what's missing:

    “Contemptible thief!” Oganj shouted in outrage, getting increasingly close. The angel tree was hot on his tail. “Is your kind capable of doing anything on your own!?”

    What was he talking about? Dragons were infamous for bullying everything and everyone around them for things they wanted. Besides, you would never see a dragon build a gun or a train, so there were at least a couple of things humans invented on their own.

    He didn’t bother saying any of this, though. He simply teleported close to the blasted site and fired a gust of wind at it, getting rid of the smoke and dust. He was met with the sight of molten ground, still visibly burning hot, with a small crater in the middle. Only one thing survived the magical conflagration – the imperial crown that once stood on Quatach-Ichl’s head, still completely untouched.

    Divine artifacts were not easy to destroy, especially ones of this caliber.

    Zorian quickly produced a force whip and used it to yank the crown towards him. He was careful not to touch it at first, but it turned out to be completely cool to the touch.

    He glanced to the side, where Zach and Jornak were facing off against each other. He got a little distracted while fighting Quatach-Ichl, but at some point the mist Jornak had created completely disappeared, and the two combatants reappeared. Thankfully, Zach managed to keep Jornak from interfering, so their fellow time traveler was unable to save the lich.

    They both looked pretty terrible. Zach was bleeding from his forehead and limping. Whatever Jornak had done with that mist apparently did much to even the odds between them, since Zorian did not think Jornak could hurt Zach that much in a fair fight. As for Jornak, his fancy red robe was almost entirely shredded and he was gasping for breath as if he had been running for hours, but his skin was suspiciously free of any scrapes and bruises. Zorian suspected he was similar to Silverlake, and that any wound inflicted on him would heal quickly. Maybe not on the level of Silverlake, since her powers seemed to focus entirely on indestructibility, while Jornak had this weird mist thing in his arsenal, but still.

    Zorian twirled Quatach-Ichl’s crown with his finger, giving Jornak a cheeky smile.

    “Like that means anything,” Jornak spat angrily. He hadn’t taken his eyes off Zach for even a moment, but he had clearly seen Zorian’s gesture. Despite what he said, the emotion in his voice told Zorian that he was very much bothered by the way things were going. “This isn’t over! The crown is useless to you in the short term, anyway!”

    Before Zorian could answer, he was forced to dodge a spell from Oganj, who had finally arrived to the scene. Thankfully, the shifters and police forces had already rescued the shifter children by this point, and hurriedly left the area, so he didn’t have to worry about them becoming collateral damage.

    “Out of everyone here, I like you the least!” Oganj said, slicing a nearby building in half with a blue beam of force and nearly taking Zorian’s head off. “You’re a sleazy weakling who fights with tricks and schemes!”

    “You’re allied with Silverlake,” Zorian countered. “You have no room to talk!”

    Oganj’s response was a palm thrust that flattened the entire area he was standing on. Thankfully, by that point he had already teleported away to a nearby rooftop.

    He clacked his tongue. Though he could keep the dragon mage at bay for a while, he had to say this wasn’t a good position to be in. He wasn’t a heavy hitter. He couldn’t tangle with Oganj for long.

    He mentally calculated things in his head. Should he do it now? Having Oganj around was very suboptimal, but if he had to do it now… he might be able to pull it off. The dragon was busy fighting off the angel tree at the same time as fighting Zorian, so maybe…

    [Angel,] Zorian told the celestial telepathically, [what are the chances of you winning against the dragon and driving him off?]

    [On my own?] the angel guessed, correctly. [A coin toss.]

    [How about keeping him completely busy for an hour?] Zorian tried.

    [A coin toss,] the angel replied.

    “Okay,” Zorian mumbled quietly.

    He didn’t like those odds. He glanced at the imperial crown in his hand and suddenly remembered his conversation with Silverlake.

    Why was Oganj fighting them, anyway? The Kingdom of Eldemar was his sworn enemy, yes, and he would no doubt love to see Cyoria burned to the ground, but there was no way he just teamed up with Jornak just to see the city burn. He was promised something, and it had to be big in order to move a dragon mage of his caliber to do this.

    Was it bigger than a divine artifact?

    Let’s find out.

    [Angel, catch,] Zorian sent the celestial telepathically, before throwing the crown in the sky towards the angel and accelerating it telekinetically so it could reach the celestial high in the sky.

    [This is useless to me,] the angel pointed out disapprovingly, but it humored him anyway, and quickly snatched the crown with one of its branches.

    [I have an idea. Please play along,] Zorian told it, before turning towards the dragon mage that was currently busy defending himself against the angel tree.

    “Dragon!” he shouted, “I have given the angel the imperial crown!”

    “Why the hell would I care?” Oganj shouted back. “It can’t use it!”

    “But you can!” Zorian shouted back. “If you agree to stop fighting us and leave the city, the angel will promise to give you the imperial crown at the end of the day! A genuine divine artifact that can increase your mana reserves! There is no other like this anywhere in the world!”

    Oganj suddenly stopped and put some distance between himself and the angel, eyeing it speculatively. The angel hovered in place, not pursuing hostilities for the moment.

    “Oganj, don’t you dare!” Jornak shouted angrily. There was a trace of panic in his voice. “You know what’s going to happen if you do this! Quatach-Ichl is going to come after you! I will come after you! And you will not receive a single god damned thing I promised you!”

    But Oganj wasn’t listening. There was a shine of greed in his eyes now, and he studied Zorian with increased focus now.

    “You are the one who has the imperial orb, right? The one with the portable palace inside?” Oganj suddenly asked. He didn’t wait for Zorian’s answer. “Throw that in as well and I’ll leave the city and trouble you no more.”

    “Oganj, you son of a bitch!” Jornak raged.

    “Done,” Zorian said. He didn’t even think twice about giving up the imperial orb. Losing it was painful, but his need of making the dragon mage go away was greater.

    He could always try to recover it later.

    He withdrew the imperial orb out of his pocket and threw it at the angel, accelerating it telekinetically like he did the crown. The angel caught it easily, sequestering it safely within its branches.

    “I hereby make a promise, backed by the high heavens, that if you leave the city now and stay away from it for 24 hours, I will give you these two artifacts that have been entrusted to me just now,” the angel told the dragon mage. “May the high heavens strip me of my rank and strike me down should I break it.”

    “Hmm,” Oganj hummed appreciatively. “I wouldn’t trust most creatures, but an angel wouldn’t lie. I accept.”

    And then Oganj turned towards the northern forest in the distance and simply flew away from the city. The angel seemed to hesitate for a moment, as if it wanted to tell Zorian something, before it simply followed after the dragon mage.

    Jornak was clearly fuming with anger right now, but he still wasn’t willing to quit. If anything, his attacks on Zach started getting more frenzied and reckless, his breathing harder and harder.

    Zorian took a deep breath. It was time. There would never be any better time than this.

    His mind blended with that of his simulacrums. The network of sigils he had scattered across the city sprang into life, giving him reach across the entire city. The multitude of aranea he had brought into the city, mostly quiet until now, established contact with his mind.

    He used a short-range teleportation spell to transport himself as close as possible to the two fighters.

    And then he lunged at both of them.
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      Deathseeker
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      Doing god work welldone
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      Tir
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      Thanks so much man! I was so flabbergasted when I saw the beginning of the next chapter that I just knew the chapter must've been cut short 😩
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      0-08sDevelopment
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      Goat status. Ty bro
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    SnakeTheHerbivore
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    Silverlake’s eyes widened in fear and shock when the grey hunter materialized in front of her

    Hooy shit what a fantastic way to finish off Silverlake, I'm also really glad her old self helped Zorian in the end since shes a cool character and it would feel bad if she ended as just a villain
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    Andre
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    Briliant plan.
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