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Chapter 9.58 O

Most mentioned character

428 mentions

Orjin

Most mentioned class

42 mentions

[Martial Artist]

Most mentioned skill

4 mentions

[Garden of Sanctuary]

Most mentioned spell

3 mentions

[Featherfall]

Most mentioned location

149 mentions

Pomle

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Chandrar	It was snowing over Chandrar, but the snowflakes melted before they touched the ground as the Strongest—no, Orjin—dreamed.
Orjin	It was snowing over Chandrar, but the snowflakes melted before they touched the ground as the Strongest—no, Orjin—dreamed.
Pomle	He dreamed, at first, he was a young man staring from one of the stone spires of the oasis of Pomle. Later, when he had become Strongest, other [Martial Artists] had knocked down the ancient pillars by practicing their Skills on the weathered, red rock.
[Martial Artist]	He dreamed, at first, he was a young man staring from one of the stone spires of the oasis of Pomle. Later, when he had become Strongest, other [Martial Artists] had knocked down the ancient pillars by practicing their Skills on the weathered, red rock.
Collos	Collos, the First Strongest, was waiting on the cliffs surrounding Pomle as Orjin caught his breath.
Pomle	Collos, the First Strongest, was waiting on the cliffs surrounding Pomle as Orjin caught his breath.
Orjin	Collos, the First Strongest, was waiting on the cliffs surrounding Pomle as Orjin caught his breath.
Collos	Collos was looking into the horizon, coughing every few minutes, his magnificent body ruined by the sickness that had consumed him.
Pomle	Yet it felt like Pomle breathed as he did. Orjin could feel the air moving as the Strongest inhaled and exhaled, and when he lifted his hands, the air stilled as if afraid to lie between him and his target.
Orjin	Yet it felt like Pomle breathed as he did. Orjin could feel the air moving as the Strongest inhaled and exhaled, and when he lifted his hands, the air stilled as if afraid to lie between him and his target.
Orjin	First, it was memory. The memory turned into a dream as Orjin looked down and realized he was older now. A man stood on the pillars, and they fell to dust, and he leapt, arms reaching. He shouldn’t have made it—but he caught the hand of someone reaching down for him.
Collos	Collos pulled him up without a word. Orjin caught his breath and turned to thank…no one. Collos was gone. But instead of the familiar landscape, Orjin saw it was Pomle again.
Orjin	Collos pulled him up without a word. Orjin caught his breath and turned to thank…no one. Collos was gone. But instead of the familiar landscape, Orjin saw it was Pomle again.
Collos	Collos pulled him up without a word. Orjin caught his breath and turned to thank…no one. Collos was gone. But instead of the familiar landscape, Orjin saw it was Pomle again.
Orjin	Collos pulled him up without a word. Orjin caught his breath and turned to thank…no one. Collos was gone. But instead of the familiar landscape, Orjin saw it was Pomle again.
Pomle	Collos pulled him up without a word. Orjin caught his breath and turned to thank…no one. Collos was gone. But instead of the familiar landscape, Orjin saw it was Pomle again.
Pomle	A corrupted, blackened crater of land. A hissing, bubbling tar that had been the waters. But he also saw the buildings, the refugees’ huts, had multiplied. A sprawling, dirty city infested Pomle with no [Martial Artists] in sight.
[Martial Artist]	A corrupted, blackened crater of land. A hissing, bubbling tar that had been the waters. But he also saw the buildings, the refugees’ huts, had multiplied. A sprawling, dirty city infested Pomle with no [Martial Artists] in sight.
[Soldier]	Only the bodies of dead [Soldiers] littering the ground. Corpses bloodied by war, and vultures feasting on the dead. He tried to look away, but Collos was there.
Collos	Only the bodies of dead [Soldiers] littering the ground. Corpses bloodied by war, and vultures feasting on the dead. He tried to look away, but Collos was there.
Orjin	Then he seemed like the Strongest that a child had seen, the hero who had beaten Nerrhavia’s Fallen on his own. He stood facing Orjin, and the former Strongest’s hands shook. He tried to make them into fists, but there was no strength in them.
Collos	He took a stance, and Collos looked at him, and Orjin’s arms fell as he bowed his head.