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In my posts... I try my best not use curse words... I wrote it with filters...
(Exp: Flipping, Dang it, The Heck?)
I need to... Apologies when some of the reblogs of mine have slight cursed words... Do forgive me...
I'm currently sharing (post/reblog/rp/ask) about this game that I'm playing, AFK Journey (AFKJ) which has such good designs, soundtracks and storylines.
The "ask button" above would be responded by my Dearest Merlins, Magister Kafka, Magister Evangeline and... Probably M... (AFKJ OCs of mine).
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> To Thyself...
Note: Do take note that... I have the right to eliminate the questions from the inbox... If the contents are related to "IRL" / not compatible / causing me overwhelmed...
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HALLO, AFKJ FANS!
AFKJ + AFKJ OC contents info...
> Part 2 (Anon RP Threads Compilation)
> afkj easter eggs : Some posts in regards to Hidden Easter Eggs throughout Esperia n Avalon
I also posted/reblog some Pokémon related contents, especially Submas Fandom, Pokémon Unite (P.Unite) and Pokémon Masters EX (PokeMas).
#pokemon
#submas
#pokemon unite
#thoughts about p.unite
#pokemas
#thoughts about pokemas
#my art <3 : I might sometimes post some artwork of mine here, if I am capable of doing so.
#my thoughts : OOC posts and some quotes that I come across.
#my fav fanfic : In honour of those passionate fanfic writers that I came across.
#my playthrough
#screenshots 4 background : Usual tags for AFKJ Heroes Poses, descriptions and images of some items for references!
#poor quality gifs that i made 😅
#my fav soundtracks
#i like your art style! 🤩 : tag for a reblog of the hardworking artists !
I might also dump something that I am interested in this blog of mine (example: Cat videos, Favourite Musics, Games other than Pokémon)
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I am mainly a mobile user, so... the format might differ in the desktop mode.
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This is my take on the last AFK Journey season! And what a journey indeed lol, I almost thought I'd d1e doing the lineart (my wrist still hurts HORRORS) 💀
I am participating on the seasonal contest with this artwork, so if you want to you can give it some love here or share it with your friends!
So many hours spent in this piece that it feels surreal it is already finished! I feel like a proud mama now 😭🤍
Contests are the best because now I can enjoy tons of amazing work afkj themed that everyone has done and its so cooooool, everyone did awesome!
What were your thoughts about this AFKJ season? I enjoyed it better than the previous one, but my favs are still Thorns of Devotion and Waves of Intrigue so, third place to this one? could be, yes!
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The grand finale is here-- I'm-- ... too stunned to speak of what just happened... that Grand Finale... Was truly Grandiose... O_o
Note : Proceed with caution... This snippet is A Major Spoiler... based on Major Seasonal Storyline - 8. The Sword and The King... Finally... The last one... ... n a verrry lengthy one... The silly part is that... I separated it with some headers... For easy guidance..? :D
Another note : TW - Consist of "Death" at "Act IV"... It's a quick one... Not gory, at all... ;D Well... below... is what happened in Magister Kafka's realm... ... NOBODY REMEMBER ABOUT "ACT IV"... Only... 'He' remembers...
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ACT I - THE DUEL
"... Since your awakening, we've never had the courtesy of a proper duel. So today, let me see how much of that genius remains after twenty years of sleep and amnesia!" Chief Court Mage Cyran launched his first assault, by casting the confining spell upon Magister Kafka, immobilizing him at his spot.
He knelt on the floor, as he felt ever so cold and suffocated from the binding. He tried to undo the spell, however... ... nothing happened.
He knew, quite well... Magister Kafka was proficient in strengthening his allies, especially Magister Evangeline... and weakened the enemies on the battlefield with his spells. The Backbone of the Army... The Supporter, Formidable Mage... back in The Second Divine War.
... Silencing him beforehand would give a great advantage in his favour.
"KAFKA! H-hang on--" As Magister Evangeline was about to unseal him... some purple, ominous orbs flying towards them. She swiftly slicing it with her sword which imbued with the Divine Magic... growling at him for attacking her from behind.
"Eyes on your opponent, Eva..." He purred as he continued to cast another spell... by conjuring dark flames across the chamber, raging towards Them.
"OH-- SHOOT--"
She conjured the protective barrier upon both of them, preventing the flames from burning them. She immediately knew that 'twas Their spell, The Starshard Spell... imitated by him. She was aware of this spell casted by him... would also reduce the attack speed of both of the Magisters. She glanced at him, as she tried to undo the confining spell upon him, however... failed.
He shook his head in return, slightly trembling... "Concentrate on him... I would be alright..." He said, in shaky tone... as he closed his eyes... trying not to panic infront of her.
As the flames subsided, he proceed to strengthen his attack with another spell, The Enlightening Spell, and... launching continuous purple orbs towards them. She immediately dashed towards him while slashing through the orbs which were flying at them and... swung her sword to create rapid, continuous waves of wide magic slashes towards him.
... Alas, the slashes were easily deflected by his protective barrier.
"Too slow!" He smirked, as he could hear another frustrating grunt from her. When she was about to breakthrough his barrier, he casted a spell, which managed to grab a hold of her, lifting her up in mid air.
Ahh... his heart ever so racing... to witness her up close, under his spell... The Cursed Grasp...
"L-LEMME GO! ... YA CAST STARSHARD SPELL THAT SLOW ME! CHEAP, SIMPLE SPELL OF ME n KAFKA!"
"Heh... still as sharp as before." He smirked, as he hurling her back towards him which was... at the furthest end of the chamber, still under his Confining Spell. His face turned pale, as he could only gaze at her... which would collide with him, as he was... immobilized due to the spell.
In a nick of time, she casted a spell around him, a fluffy barrier... as she collided the fluffy barrier instead. "Sorry, Kafka."
"It's alright... I would assist you... soon..." Magister Kafka mumbled, struggling to free himself from the Confining Spell... praying that she would be unmarred by his Spells, as she, now... resume to charge forward towards him with a loud, war cry. His heart picks up its pace... as he failed a few times to undo it.
"Dura Above... I beg of you... Lend us your strength..." He prayed, in his heart, as his face turned paler when hearing a grunting sound from her. A purple orb of his finally managed to hit her right shoulder, as a slight "AH!" sound came out of him.
He clasped his hands tightly, praying even more, and... for a brief moment, his eyes, then... flickered, into lifeless... crimson red, as the Confining spell suddenly dispelled from some peculiar reason. He thanked Dura, under his breath and... scrambled to get back on his feet, staying at the backline.
He immediately cast An Enlightening Spell (attack speed boost spell), upon her... similar to what he had done towards himself. She could sense it... his magic flowing within her, as she glanced back briefly. He nodded his head slowly... as she responded with a grin.
"Has slumber made you complacent?" He teased, as he launched another attack... countless of purple beams flying towards her and a black hole formed on the floor, pulling those at the edge of it towards the center.
She grinned, as she swiftly dodged the purple beams and black hole formed under her, as it pulled other objects into it without mercy. An iconic grin remained on her face, as she clenched the hilt of her sword tightly.
"Looks like you're the clueless one here, not me." She scoffed, as he casts The Frontline Spell (movement speed boost spell) upon her.
Cyran, now... realized that Magister Kafka had finally broke free from his Confining Spell, glancing at him in wide eyes.
'Impossible--' He thought, then... startled when her slashes pierce through his barrier, which manages to cut through his sleeve of his left arm. He hissed in pain, regained his focus upon her...
"Eyes on The Opponent, Vile Snake!"
She teased, as she, now... let out a loud war cry, which could bleed his ears from her booming voice.
"Damnit..." He immediately recast his protective barrier, as she launched her countless sword slashes across it. His protective barrier crackled a bit, as he gritted his teeth, growling at her persistence... countless slashes upon his barrier.
"Did you think I was still the man I used to be?" He moved backwards, tapping the tip of his staff on the floor, chanting a spell... a spell which formed a miasma within the Chamber and summoned an army of Hypofiends to assist him.
Magister Evangeline immediately leaped back towards Magister Kafka when the Hypofiends almost surrounded her.
"Dang it-- NOW HE'S STALLIN'--"
"... with some Hypofiends... ... Disgusting..." He continued her line... sneering, as he took a deep breath, trying to stay calm while casting the offensive spells. ... He began to conjure some golden orbs and launched at him.
... Unfortunately... the Hypofiends took the hit and only a little damage inflicted upon them. She also couldn't land enough damage with her sword upon Them, due to the miasma... strengthened their defence, reducing their damage upon them.
Cyran snickered, letting out a victory, evil laugh... as he cast a spell upon the Hypofiends to strengthen their attacks and defences.
"You will be defeated, here and now!"
"NAH-- WE AIN'T GONNA LOSE! ... THIS AIN'T GONNA WORK, AT ALL! ... KAFKA-- LEMME-- DEFEND ME!"
She ordered, as he nodded his head, casting a protective barrier upon her while launching some blue missiles upon the approaching Hypofiends, so that they... stayed a few distance from them.
She stepped back and... gathered her mana upon her palm...
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"IT'S OVER, CYRAN!"
She launched her Golden Orb imbued with Divine Magic up towards the ceiling and... hurl back down upon the floor, as the Bright Golden Glow spread across the Chamber, cleansing the Miasma. The other booster spells upon his side were permanently erased, leaving him and the Hypofiends vulnerable.
The countless, golden orbs then... launched by Magister Kafka... which could finally pierce through the Hypofiends with ease, turning them into purple mist... as Magister Evangeline, now... launching herself towards him, slicing and slashing his continuous, purple orbs, without any difficulty...
"Damnit... Impossible!" He stepped back, as he, now... in his defence stance, casting the protective barrier while panting due to exhaustion.
... They, now... had overpowered him. ...
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ACT II - THE TRANSFORMATION
He clenched his staff tightly, placing his other hand on his chest. He heaved, gazing upon the tile for awhile... then gazing up upon them. He gritted his teeth, as he focusing on her. She leaped into the air and charged some golden orbs, launching at him with incredible speed and power.
He stepped back, brought up his protective barrier, as it... broke easily from the first collision of her golden orbs. He immediately brought up the second barrier and... the second collision also shattered the barrier with ease...
The third, golden orb struck his chest, as he didn't get a chance to focus on channelling his mana to bring up another barrier due to exhaustion.
Lastly, the fourth... the rapid speed golden orb... ... landed at the midpoint of his staff, as it, then... snapped it like a thin twig. The orb proceed to land on his face with great force, causing him to... stumbled a few distance backwards, away from both Magisters... almost fallen on his knee.
He clenched his right shoulder, panting... which was now bleeding... as he felt lightheaded from the blow of her assaults. His staff which consisted of the gemstone rolled away... a few distance from him. An awkward smile formed on his face, as he couldn't believe... he could fought for a long duration of time... against The Magister Merlins.
"YA LOST ALREADY, CYRAN! STAND DOWN AND SURRENDER!"
She strided towards him, brows furrowed... while she could feel the warm sensation of Magister Kafka's healing spell upon her.
"I will NOT lose to you again! I refuse to... become your shadow once more!" He stammered, as he coughed lightly afterwards.
"WHEN DID YA BE IN MY SHADOW?? YA SHINE BRIGHTER HERE-- IN THIS CASTLE AND AROUND THAT HIGH CLASS PEOPLE! I'M JUST A COUNTRYSIDE GAL-- EXPLORING AROUND ESPERIA AND DO THE SILLY TASKS THAT I PICKUP ALONG THE WAY!"
"Eva... why are you so oblivious..." Cyran let out a heavy sigh, then... extended his arm towards his broken staff.
"Then, I may as well--" the gemstone of his staff suddenly flying towards him, as he, then... ... piercing his chest with the pointy end of it. The floor... slowly engulfing with darkness from where he stand... spreading across the chamber... as an ominous sigil formed under his feet.
"Let us sink into the abyss together!"
He cried, as he groaned in pain... when the Abyssal Magic... surging within him, as if clawing in every corner of his vessel. The Abyssal hands emerged from the abyss below him, holding him in place... as one of them... pushed the gemstone deeper into his chest. He let out a loud groan, as he, then... engulfed in total darkness for a brief moment.
"WHAT THE--"
"No... Cyran..."
Both of the Magisters stepped back, as the ominous, darkness engulfing even more of the Chamber. He trembled while... She stands guard beside him, holding the hilt of her sword firmly.
"NEVAH! I AIN'T GONNA JOIN YA. I LIKE THE SURFACE THAN THAT THICC, THROAT-CHOKIN' VOID!"
She yelled, as she swung her sword at one place for a brief moment, as if to dispell the darkness.
When the darkness tried to engulf them, Magister Kafka casted a protective barrier upon them, still trembling from his act of sacrifice... for the Darkness. ... After the darkness dissipated, he uncast it and... both of the Magisters gazed upon Cyran with widened eyes.
... Loo and behold... Cyran, now... in Hypofiend form, towering them with enormous, new form of his with a pair of ominous wings emerging on his back. He flew up in the air and... called out furiously,
"Ꮇꭼꭱꮮꮖᴨ!"
He charged an ominous, enormous orbs with his hands and his new, pair of hands on his wings.
He conjured a golden orb upon his palm, trembling at the sight of Cyran while she imbued more of her Divine Magic within her sword, bracing herself for another Duel.
... Such... Ominous Aura... such... darkness surging within his vessel.
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"Sᴜcի… ⨍iղᥱs𝚝 cᴜisiղᥱ~!"
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He shook his head, as his eyes... flickered into purple colour for a brief moment. He took a deep breath and released it, glancing towards her. She held the hilt of her sword ever so tightly, until her knuckle... turned white, gritting her teeth due to what she had saw before her...
"NOT BACKIN' DOWN ANYMORE, HUH, STINKY, VILE SNAKE?? LEMME BEAT YA UP TILL YA WHININ' LIKE A SAD PUP!!"
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ACT III - ROUND TWO
... 'twas quite an intense duel, as Cyran, in Hypofiend form... almost knocked them out. Thanks to the recasting of the Enlightening Spell of Magister Kafka, for a few times, they succeeded on dodging countless Abyssal Hands which were gliding towards them and also... avoiding countless of the ominous black holes which formed on the floor... almost pulling them towards it, slowing them down.
At the same time of dodging the offensive attacks of his, he launched countless blue missiles towards him while she rapidly slashed the Abyssal Hands which kept on coming at them.
"WHAT THE HECK-- IT KEEPS GOIN' N COMIN' AT US! FUDGE!"
She cursed, as she, now... rapidly slicing through the ominous orbs which were flying towards them. She panted... trying to grip her sword properly with her shaky hand, as the continuous strikes of his slowly worn her out.
... At the corner of his eyes, he noticed... his staff was glowing, as if assisting him in the duel.
"Miss Eva... Destroy his staff first... so he couldn't attack and... gaining the advantage from it..!"
She nodded her head, as she immediately dashed towards his staff, slashing it with all her might. Meanwhile, he defended her by forming an unpenetrable protective barrier upon her. As she focused on destroying the staff, he chanted The Sunlance Spell... conjuring some magical spears, launching towards him, to distract him.
When the staff finally shattered, both of the Magister then launched some massive, offensive attacks towards him. She swung her sword, swiftly cutting through the flying ominous orbs and abyssal hands... to give a clear opening for him to cast offensive spell from the backline.
"KAFKA-- NOW!"
She yelled towards him, and he nodded his head, chanting An Ancient spell. Then... countless, Golden Meteors, raining upon him, as Cyran groaned in pain... from the burning sensation of the Divine Magic burning his corrupted vessel. ...
Cyran almost fell... almost fell on his knees... trying to sprint away to heal himself, however... Magister Kafka cast countless, golden chains upon him, confining him in one spot.
Due to fatigue and the burning sensation of the golden chains... he, finally... finally on his knees... still struggling to break free, however... failed. He gazed upon the floor for a moment... thinking of a way to escape...
"Cease this... act of yours... Cyran... ... Repent... I beg of you..." Magister Kafka uncast the golden chains around him, as a frown plastered on his face.
... Unfortunately... he didn't listen to him.
With his last strength, he casted his Final, Dark Magic upon the floor... as the ominous, purple hue... slowly spreading across it. The Abyss... appeared under them, as some of the abyssal arms emerging from it. A few of it glided towards the Magisters, as they grasping them, ever so tightly...
He laughed maniacally, as the Abyssal hands were also grasping him.
He laughed, yet again... as a wide grin spread across his face, challenging them to stop it.
As both Magisters closed their eyes... they chanted a spell... in Ancient Language, in unison. A Golden Glow surrounding both of them, causing them to slip away from the grasp of the abyssal hands. Magister Evangeline, then... flew up... slamming her knuckles on the floor, casting an Ancient Sealing spell... to seal away the abyss which was summoned by him, in the King's chamber.
Meanwhile... Magister Kafka stood still, heart sunk... as he witnessed him... slowly sunk into the abyss, alone. He gazed upon the golden glow... of Divine Magic of hers... which slowly spreading across the Abyss...
... as if the Light... devouring the Darkness once more...
He, Cyran... slowly, yet surely... descended into the abyss, grunting... flailing... as if wanting to escape... as if imploring them to join him...
... as if wishing to be saved... by reaching out his clawed hand towards them... especially her.
"Nah... that ain't mah place. GG, CYRAN."
She stuck her tongue out, glancing away from him, despite hearing him... calling out for her while flailing to reach out for her.
Such... pathetic man, which yearned for her. ... Alas... She never gazed upon him, anymore.
... Subconsciously, Magister Kafka charged forward, while activating The Divine Magic upon his feet to breeze through the surface of the abyss. He extended his right hand towards his flailing hand and... holding his wrist firmly.
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Cyran flinched, gasping for a brief moment, as he slowly... gazing upon... ... him, instead of her, her beloved... came to rescue him.
"Cyran... Don't let go... Please... I beg of you... I... ... This shouldn't end this way..." His voice came out shaky, as he grabbed onto his wrist, with both of his hands... ever more tightly... trying to pull him out of the abyss, with the tears... already smearing his cheeks.
For a brief moment, he held onto his tiny arm, gently... However... ...
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"ᎠᏫN'Ꭲ ᎢᏫᏌᏟᎻ ᎷᎬ!"
"Ꮖ ꭰꮻᴨ'ꭲ ᴨꭼꭼꭰ ꭹꮻꮜꭱ ꮲꮖꭲꭹ!"
"Ꮍꮻꮜ ꭲꮋꮖᴨꮶ… ꭲꮋꮖꮪ ꮖꮪ ꮻꮩꭼꭱ?"
"Ꮋꭼꮋ… ꮃꮋꭼᴨ ꮋꭼ ꭰꭼꮩꮻꮜꭱꮪ ꭹꮻꮜ…
Ꮖ'ꮮꮮ ᏼꭼ ꭲꮋꭼ ғꮖꭱꮪꭲ ꭲꮻ ꮃꭼꮮꮯꮻꮇꭼ ꭹꮻꮜ!"
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... he changed his mind, slapping his hands away, and... fully surrendered to the Abyss... slowly descended even more... and...
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𝙰𝙲𝚃 𝙸𝚅 - 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙸𝙳𝙳𝙴𝙽 𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙴
… 𝕿𝖎𝖒𝖊… 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑.
Everyone in the room froze at their spot, except... Chief Court Mage Cyran. He blinked his eyes, as he noticed... he was not descended even further into the abyss.
"Wիα𝚝 i⨍…
Wիα𝚝 i⨍ I DEVOUR YOU FIRST? … Ho⍵ ⍵oᴜld ỿoᴜ ဌɾᥱᥱ𝚝 ɱᥱ, iղ 𝚝իᥱ ⨍ᴜ𝚝ᴜɾᥱ?"
He was... taken aback when hearing such... peculiar questions... of the Skittish Magister before him... which rarely teased about Dark Humours...
"Ꮃꮋꭺꭲ..."
His gaze, then... fixed on the one before him.
"... Ꮶꭺғꮶꭺ?"
"Mիɱɱիɱɱ~ Aիαիαիαα~"
He laughed, as he covered his face. Cyran's golden eyes widened when... his appearance shifted... he grew taller... horns appeared on his forehead... a bat wings formed on his back... and a wide grin with sharp teeth plastered on his face.
He uncovered his face, letting out a long sigh... as his eyes glew purple... with an additional, three eyes upon his forehead... His FIVE eyes, now... fixing upon the sunken, Corrupted... Chief Court Mage before him...
His now, golden eyes... fixed into his purple eyes.
"Ꮍꮻꮜ... ꮃꮋꮻ ꭺꭱꭼ ꭹꮻꮜ?"
He hissed, struggling to break free, however... the abyssal hands unmoved from grasping him.
He tsked, three times... tugging his now, messy, wavy black hair,
"Is i𝚝 ղo𝚝 obvioᴜs? I αɱ… ỿoᴜɾ ɾivαl!
… αղd YOU ARE MINE, NOW!"
He tapped his nose and... a lavender coloured mist engulfing him. As the mist dissipated, he, now... imprisoned within a purple orb, similar to the size of a chewing gum. The orb... floated towards him, as the reflection of the corrupted, Chief Court Mage could be seen within it.
He pounded the surface of the orb then... launching his abyssal power to destroy the orb, however... failed. He let out a chuckle, amused from witnessing such... puny, corrupted, formidable mage within the orb...
He ruffled his wavy... long silver hair, as he felt ever so thrilled when the long awaited cuisine was indeed... ever so delectable, as he provided such... enormous mana and power... which was now, flowing within him. He licked his lower lip and laughed even more,
His voice faded away, as he reverted back to Magister Kafka's usual appearance and... faded away from the surface.
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ACT V - CLOSURE
𝕿𝖎𝖒𝖊... 𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖊 𝖎𝖙𝖘 𝖗𝖍𝖞𝖙𝖍𝖒𝖎𝖈 𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖍...
As the abyss, now... closed under them due to Magister Evangeline's Ancient Sealing Spell. She turned to gaze upon The Queen, which had uncast The Protective Barrier around her and her Husband. She nodded her head towards Her, flashing her iconic grin towards Her.
"It's safe now, Gwen." She said, as Queen Qwendolyn, nodding back towards her.
Meanwhile... Magister Kafka... stared at the empty spot where Chief Court Mage Cyran once sunk into the abyss and...
... everything became black.
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"Such a shame. ... a formidable mage had fallen from his grace due to hunger for power..."
"Great power... comes great responsibility. ... I would indulge myself upon examine you here.
… 𝕸𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕮𝖞𝖗𝖆𝖓."
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-- END --
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Post Note :
Wowie... What a long journey... T-T
Thank you so much for those who read it-- n I-- would be in tears if ya read... the whole... short stories of mine... Especially this, last, verrry lengthy short story to conclude My Dearest Merlins journey... of COA Season! XD
Dang... ... that's what happened in Magister Kafka's realm... I've seen some... "fan ideas" about this moment, so... ... This is the "Spin-off"... On my end... Ehehee...
... Yes... There are some... Plot holes... ... It's on purpose, truly... Ehehee... ;D
AFK JOURNEY - SO... THAT AUTUMN THEMED FABLED ROAD...
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Dropped around 24th July 2026... (COA SEASON ; PHASE 2)... And... again... another constellation // the autumn themed clothes... Mhmm! ... Imo... it's soo 🤌✨
Note : It's just my train of thoughts, my honest opinion about these clothes...
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Note : These clothes gave Autumn themed and also... a tiny bit of Cowboy//Cowgirl..? Hrm...
I-- I instantly liked it since... Brown is one of my favourite colours... ... Finally... A NOT SKIN EXPOSURE FABLED ROAD... 🥺
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Note : Magister Kafka would totally wears it! The colours of the clothes are soft... Not too striking... not too dark... n giving an Autumn themed of Ryeham...
... Yeah... He missed home... T-T
Oh-- yeah... the minus part is that... silly frills at the end of the trousers... PFFTT-- XD
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Note : FINALLY A LONG, APPROPRIATE TROUSERS! T-T
Yeah... Magister Evangeline won't mind wearing it-- ready to dodge The Sandbeasts at the Ashen Wastes, for sure~ ;D
... She would ask Dolly or Magister Kafka to alter that frills... ... She doesn't like it, one bit. :T
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Hi. Sorry to bother, but I need help deciphering Cyran’s voice line. And I thought you might be able to know. :)
I’m not sure how to understand the end of “I must admit, I miss those days in the Lyceum… and you.” Or is it “…and you?”
Is it a question—asking Merlin if he also misses those days? Or is it a statement—saying he misses Merlin?
Thanks for asking. ;-)
His previous sound recording of that particular line is clearer. The intonation goes up at the end, making it a question (whether Merlin also misses those days).
The current line in the game also goes up at the end, albeit more subtly so. To me, it still is the question whether Merlin misses those days as well.
Having said that, speakers can butcher sound, and there are some recordings in the game where I always mis-hear things. xD So it's quite possible that on your end the slight raise in tone isn't clearly audible. And hey, then it's really rather possible that Cyran is saying he misses Merlin. :3 It's not particularly out of character, after all. ;-)
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