"You can feel the magic flowing within the Harmony Blade, do you not?" the monk asked.
"Why didn't you ever listen?!" A punch. "I kept telling you I'm a bad person!"
As explosions spread in the command center, I watched from afar, my sniper rifle at ready.
You stare at the ceiling. The ceiling stares back at you. You blink. The ceiling blinks back.
The glasses glimmer like disco balls, beckoning their victims to come get poisoned. No matter where I look, the crystal glimmers at me, trying to blind me and make me slip. Make me give in. Make me take the deadly shot.
We stared at the command center. This, apparently, was the last known source of commands for the mechs. If we blew it up, we might be able to finally prevail over the mechs.
Hi everyone! It's once again time for a statistic-bringing Currently on art update. This time, however, I also want to discuss a lot of other stuff as this half-quarter has been particularly eventful when it comes to notable things I want to talk about. Hence, this one will be a massive one.
You remember that tarot deck we handled in a shipment the year before last year?"
"Myrial's duplication spells are something else, aren't they?" Bolortseseg giggled.
"You can't keep that photo!"