Circe

Circe smirked at Omen’s words. “This is it,” she muttered, readying another knife. The King of Lakes was on its last legs, and she could already taste the victory. With a quick leap, she charged forward, aiming to deliver the final blow. But as she sprinted to close the distance, her foot caught on the slick, wet grass. For a split second, she flailed, arms windmilling as she tried to catch her balance. She didn't. Circe’s feet slid out from under her, and she went down in a spectacular, undignified heap. The throwing knife flew out of her hand at an awkward angle, missing the l

Circe watched as Omen's axe connected solidly with the King of Lakes, the giant fish stumbling back in confusion. "Alright, big guy, my turn," she muttered. With the King of Lakes dazed, this was her moment. She gripped another throwing knife, this time with dry hands and steady aim. Circe took a deep breath, centering herself, then dashed forward. As she closed the gap, she launched herself into the air, hurling the knife with precision. The blade flew true, striking the King of Lakes square in its stupid, fishy face. The hit was critical, sinking deep into its fleshy cheek. Th

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Cerberus, now reduced to just one head, seemed more like a cornered beast than a relentless predator. Omen’s confidence ignited something within her, filling her with renewed vigor. “Let’s finish this!” she shouted, her voice cutting through the roar of battle. Circe charged at the final head, her blade glinting with embers as she unleashed the blow with all her might. The strike landed true, slicing through fur and flesh, and the beast howled in agony, its health bar dropping significantly. Same as always, the pain of thorns rattled her body offsetting all the healing Omen had give

Freyd stepped forward. Circe's lips twisted into a half-smirk as she addressed him, crossing her arms, "Freyd. Thought you'd have called to collect on that IOU by now," she said, her tone light but with a teasing edge. Her eyes scanned to the side noting Morningstar wasn't by his side this time, "No entertainment for tonight, then?" At the sound of an unfamiliar voice behind her, she whirled around, knife already in hand, ready to strike. Her heart raced as she locked onto the figure standing just a few feet away. Her grip tightened on the blade, poised to throw, until her eyes final

Circe’s heart dropped when she saw Omen stagger under Cerberus’s relentless assault. The critical hit had been brutal, more devastating than anything she’d seen him take. His HP bar plummeted into dangerous territory, the green quickly giving way to yellow. He was strong, but even he had his limits. For a brief moment, fear gripped her—Omen was more than just a tank, more than an expendable asset. He was her only companion, her only friend, the one constant in the chaos. Losing him.... It wasn’t an option. She had to end this now. With a fierce growl of her own, Circe darted tow

Circe dragged herself onto the shore, coughing up water and muttering curses under her breath. Her drenched clothes clung to her like a second skin, and every step squished as she made her way back toward the fight. "Stupid fish..." she grumbled, flicking her hair out of her face. She spotted Omen holding his ground against the King of Lakes. The big, dumb fish made that disgusting shucking noise again, and Circe’s irritation spiked. She pulled out one of her throwing knives, determined to make it pay for sending her on an unwanted swim. “Alright, you aquatic freak,” she growled, nar

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Circe gritted her teeth, steeling herself against the heat and the relentless pressure of the fight. Omen’s voice cut through the chaos, grounding her as she shifted her focus to the second head of Cerberus. Her body ached from the Thorns damage, but they were making progress, and that was all that mattered. She darted forward, her eyes locked on the beast’s remaining heads. The second head snarled at her, fire flickering in its maw, but she didn’t hesitate. With a swift, practiced motion, she slashed at its throat, her weapon cutting deep. Cerberus reeled from the hit, its health bar dro

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The beast was relentless, its jaws snapping against Omen’s shield with fiery intensity. The heat radiating from Cerberus was almost unbearable, each bite sending waves of scalding air through the cavern. Circe could feel her health ticking down, the constant pressure of the environment weighing on her like a vice. But she couldn’t falter. Not now. With a sharp breath, she focused on the first head again. Her fingers flexed around the hilt of her blade, and with precision born from practice, she slashed across Cerberus's exposed neck. Her strike landed hard, cutting deep. The beast ro

Circe sailed through the air like a ragdoll, helpless in the jaws of the ridiculous fish-monster. Her vision spun as the King of Lakes shook her, its jagged teeth digging into her armor just enough to make her life miserable. "Stupid fish!" she shouted, mid-air, flailing her arms as she flew across the lake. Then, with an unceremonious splash, she hit the water and sank like a rock. For a moment, everything was still. Underwater, Circe just floated there, bubbles rising from her mouth as she processed what had just happened. She was in a lake, thanks to a fish with legs. The absurdit

Circe felt the heat immediately as they descended deeper into the cavern, the oppressive air pressing down on her like a weight. She gripped the knives in her hands, eyeing Cerberus with a mixture of caution and determination. The beast was massive, all three heads trained on Omen, but she knew their plan well. He would take the brunt of the assault, and she would provide the damage. As Omen let out his fearsome roar, Circe felt a surge of adrenaline course through her. Cerberus lunged forward, its growl shaking the very ground beneath them. Without hesitation, she took aim at the first h

Circe blinked in disbelief as the water exploded in front of them, revealing the absurd sight of the King of Lakes—an enormous orange fish, somehow balanced on two stubby legs. Its dumb, angry face glared at them, looking about as dangerous as a toddler throwing a tantrum. “Well, this is going to be interesting,” she muttered under her breath, already reaching for her throwing knives. The King of Lakes let out a grotesque, wet-sounding noise that sent a shiver up her spine. Circe didn’t waste any time, pulling two knives from her belt and hurling them with precision. The blades whistled t

Circe blinked in surprise at Omen’s admission about the frontlines. She had always assumed the players who joined those fights were the highest leveled, the elite of the game’s community. Hearing that Omen had once considered joining them didn’t quite match up with the image she’d had of him. She couldn’t hide her curiosity, though she didn’t want to pry too deeply. “The frontlines?” she echoed, tilting her head slightly. “I thought you had to be... stronger to be of use there.” Her eyes lingered on Omen, not in judgment, but in genuine intrigue. She knew he was capable—he had proven that

Circe listened carefully, her mind working through Omen’s strategy. The mention of a Sword Art was tempting, but she knew better than to push their luck. The Hellhounds had already taken more out of them than expected, and Cerberus was no small challenge. She wasn’t eager to face an even stronger Thorns effect alongside a fresh pack of hounds. “I agree,” she said, nodding. “We’ll stick to what we can handle. It’s about surviving and gaining experience today—not chasing glory.” She glanced at her remaining consumables, feeling more at ease with the plan now that Omen had laid it out.

Circe couldn’t help but laugh as Omen stood, the red salamander dangling limply from his fingers like a prize won at a carnival. The way it stared blankly with those googly eyes almost made the whole chase feel ridiculous, but victory was victory. “Nice catch,” she said, stepping over to examine the creature. It squirmed weakly but made no real attempt to escape, as if it had already accepted its fate. She folded her arms, considering their next move. The old NPC had mentioned the salamander being key to fishing up the King of Lakes, but Circe didn’t feel like splitting any of the re

Circe nodded, understanding Omen’s reasoning. The Thorns damage had been brutal, and his role as a tank was to absorb blows, not to trade hits that would slowly whittle him down. It made sense for him to hold the line while she dealt the damage—especially since her AoEs could quickly dispatch the Hellhounds. "Yeah, you're right," she agreed, pulling a Starter Healing Potion from her own inventory. The bright liquid inside shimmered, and without hesitation, she popped the cork and downed it. Immediately, she felt a warm surge of energy as her health bar ticked up by 50 HP—not much, but it

Circe saw the Hellhounds closing in on Omen, their relentless attacks pressing him hard. His axe struck one down, sending it into a cascade of light, but they remained, still gnashing and snapping, though clearly on the brink of death. Her heart raced as she saw Omen's health bar dip more than she expected, but she didn't let it rattle her. They were close—so close to clearing this pack. "I'll get them then," she muttered, feeling the burn of fatigue set into her limbs. With another burst of energy, she flung herself forward, knives whirling in her hands as she unleashed another AoE, swee

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Circe watched as Omen overturned logs with a silent efficiency, his eyes scanning the ground for any sign of their elusive target. The area was peaceful, the kind of place that almost made her forget they were on a mission to kill a giant fish-monster. Almost. When Omen pointed out the red salamander beneath the rotten log, Circe’s eyes widened. There it was, just sitting there with its big, wet, googly eyes, like it didn’t have a care in the world. Perfect. Without wasting a second, she lunged forward, arms outstretched, ready to scoop the thing up before it had a chance to escape.

Circe felt the rush of heat as Omen’s battle cry reverberated through the cavern, a primal call that sent the Hellhounds into a frenzy. The beasts were larger and far more menacing than before, their molten eyes fixed on the two intruders. The oppressive heat of the Inferno Cavern gnawed at her health, but there was no time to dwell on that. They were in it now. She readied her throwing knives, feeling the familiar tension in her muscles as she prepared her Shifted AoE. This wasn't just a regular attack; it was designed to hit harder, fast and precise. In a single fluid motion, she leaped

Circe stood next to Omen as they approached the Galtean Refugee Zone, her sharp gaze taking in the grim surroundings. The stench of desperation and decay hung heavy in the air, mingling with the foul odor of hopelessness. This place wasn’t much better than the slums back in the real world—it didn't make her homesick for it. "This place..." she muttered under her breath, glancing sideways at Omen. "It reminds me of some places back home. The way people look at you, like you’re either a threat or nothing at all." Her voice carried a bitter edge. She knew the sickening familiarity of places