Author: Tom Elliot

The elite died without protest. Using a combination of backstab and whirlwind, I made short work of his defenses, and before his paralysis or the smoke cloud…

The target is… The target is… The target is Nevin, a level 121 dark elf. Him. The dark elf in question was one of the weakest possessed…

My grin faded. One hour? Really? Nyra gasped. “Michael, did you see—?” I nodded grimly. “I did.” I didn’t understand the message’s reference to a ‘final chamber,’…

You have cast heightened reflexes, load controller, and trigger-cast quick mend. “Where is he?” a possessed asked. “Stop asking me, Meg!” another replied. “For the last time,…

Note from Tom: I know some of you have been anxiously awaiting the next few chapters, but I didn’t want to post the fight until I’d written…

“Ah,” I exhaled. “Tell us,” Ceruvax said, his words almost a demand. Opening my eyes, I told them about my new Class and the benefits I had…

Predictably, my words did not please the possessed. But I pressed on, ignoring the crowd’s dangerous mood. “You are angry,” I said. “You are resentful. It does…

“Oh my,” I said in a half-strangled voice. “What is it this time?” Adriel asked, sounding exasperated. “Don’t tell me the Adjudicator has more to say.” I…

I clasped the high captain’s hand. “Thank you, Algar.” “There’s just one other thing,” he said. “Go on.” “When you spoke to the council, you seemed pretty…

Day Thirty-Five in Draven’s Reach It was early morning when we approached our destination. “That’s the archlich’s court?” Ceruvax asked, his eyebrows rising as he studied the…