ULTRAMagic Alternate

Previous | First | Next Master Post - Patreon           The Temple of The Lost resided in an unholy, mind-rending city that denoted a time that existed before even the Outer Void itself. Such a forbidden location normally would have been truly and irrevocably lost to the sands of time, but realms such as The Unlight allowed it to cling to the last threads of existence it had left. Why Karnage chose it for the center stage of his plan was born of arrogance, thinking the core personality of The Tyrant God would not be able to follow him to a place where reality ceased to conform to the standards of the modern Cosmos. How wrong he was, but it was not for The Tyrant God to punish at that point in time. Regardless of whether or not all of his opponents showed up, Karnage–that bloodthirsty despot, waited at the entrance to the pyramid atop the grand steps while his subordinates took care of the busy work. Gudrun and Volf were not in the greatest of moods f...

Previous | First | Next Master Post - Patreon           Mal was happily talking to Gratiana when the four entered the parlor. The former leader of the Blades of Dunja was of utmost beauty with magnificent, blonde hair and dressed in regal attire. She smiled and stood up upon seeing her son. “Gummi, there you are…” “Hey, mom,” he replied as he went to hug her. “Alright, let’s get down to brass tacks…” “Of course, but let’s have a little tea first,” she said as they sat down. “Blood, Lia, welcome.” “Good to see you again, Gratiana… er, permission to speak freely, ma’am,” Blood-Wraith replied, realizing he was technically on duty. “Granted, Sir Raynot,” she answered with a giggle. Lia sighed as she poured herself some tea. “I suppose all of you want to know the particulars of The Homunculus Project, correct?” “Ideally,” Gummi replied. “Given that some of the gemstones I was tasked with acquiring were fairly dangerous to get a hold of…” “By...

Previous | First | Next Master Post - Patreon           “Dang, Blood, you actually let Will go off on his own?” Dragoslava questioned. He sighed as he sucked on his peppermint candy. “Yeah. He didn’t rip and tear until it was done yesterday, and Aureolus, Razor, and Mizuki are with him, so it should be fine.” “I’d say that’s progress, if you weren’t still taking shots at him,” Tiberius remarked, receiving a glare and a grunt from Blood-Wraith. “Well it’s certainly been an interesting time with the Future Squad,” Deimos cut in, wanting to shift the subject. “I’d dare say the future-guild is doing well, given the caliber of mage they sent us.” “True, but Will does concern me…” Alexia put in. “How so?” “Schwarzes said he is an up-and-coming necromancer, but I have yet to see him summon anyone. You’ll have to pardon my concern, given that it’s claimed he razed a group of a hundred shadow constructs with Faustus Ashman…” “No no, it’s a valid c...