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k o g a the elder wolf The applause, Kindling's voice, it all faded away into the background as Koga stepped on the field of battle once more. The scent of dry desert and dust filled his nostrils. It reminded him of home. Across the way, the glint of polished armor flickered in the harsh sun. It drew the eyes of all who were present. How could it not? How could one not be drawn to the flowing golden locks wavering gently in the wind as Lessa, the Guardian of Aincrad. How could he not be? The applause died, Kindling stepped off the f

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k o g a the elder wolf The applause! The cheers! The...squeak of the rusty gate as it opened... Yeah, no, there were no applause or cheers. Maybe some cricket noises. A cough if Koga was lucky (or unlucky) enough. The man simply deadpan stared at the fiery-haired announcer. For some reason Koga had the distinct feeling he'd met the man before somewhere. Something about a deep dark cave, fiery magicks and a dragon? No, that couldn't be right...No matter, Koga still felt the distinct urge to flip the man the bird, but refrained. You know, ke

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It was over. What had been a hellish slog just to survive ended in just a mere moment. Quicker than it had taken for Freyd to die and then come back to life. The once great protector was dead, and in his wake, he left small gifts of parting for those who'd bested him. The loot menu unceremoniously appeared before Koga's eyes only moments after the obnoxious 'CONGRATULATIONS' had (something he now treated with about as much verve as one did draining a pus-filled wound). Two items were listed there. Bottled Darkness, and Bear Trap. One of each. Koga resolved to look take a closer look

That was the last time Koga taunted a boss. No sooner had he thanked Astralin for the extra healing did the bosses next attack strike the whole party, decimating their HP bars. Astralin probably just saved Koga's life, even as he tumbled through the acrid muck again. Truly, the swordsman was getting sick of this disgusting water and mud. Or maybe it was just the fact that his insides were just on the verge of becoming his outsides. His HP was in the red, and even when his passive healing began to kick in, bringing him into the orange, it was only just. Not good. Very, very not good.

Do you believe in the Divine? Do you believe in an otherworldly force, greater than oneself? Do you believe in a power greater than Death itself? Masato had always struggled with faith. Or maybe he simply believed differently. What the man witnessed in those fragile moments, that turning point where the Frontlines might crumble beneath the weight of the death of a friend, or rally to enact righteous vengeance had him redefining his faith once more. Whether it was an error in code, Cardinal's fickle favor, Kayaba's personal intervention, or the simple love of a companion whi