Point-of-View: Damien Romer
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Hm...I think I need a haircut. Or on second thought, maybe not...it doesn't look too bad, I think this works for me.
I was currently checking out my reflection in a lake, which was near my current hiding place. I was in the area to the west of Liberty, deep inside a forest.
Twenty years had passed since my narrow escape from Abyss, it was currently the 29th of November, 1720.
During that time, I'd been slowly but surely picking off Adventurers on Quests, and raised my base power level up to 150,940. My progress was at an absolute snail's pace, I've only been managing to snare about twenty to twenty-five people per year, and hardly any of them have been significantly powerful.
I've gained Obliteration Magic and two Extra Magics in that time, called Berserker and Mesmerize. And I've also gained a Support Magic ability called switch.
