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Epilogue

1

[Year 21 of The Eternal Age]

Gil took in a deep breath as he walked through the thick jungle. He struck out with his great sword over and over, carving a path for the rest of his siblings behind him. He slapped the insects that buzzed around, and growled. “Fucking insects. Why didn’t we acquire something to keep them away from Alchemist Brad?” he asked in Triskol.

Lyndra was right behind him and she shrugged, “They’re not bothering me.”

“That’s because you have that armor,” Gil replied as he stopped his chopping and took a few deep breaths. “Not that I’m jealous,” he huffed out in between breaths.

Lyndra laughed slightly as Eli pushed past her, “It’s alright Gil. We’ll get our own artifact-tier gear soon enough.” The slightly slimmer man was dressed in scale armor that was reminiscent of Empress Rivers’ coloration, deep black with blue accents. He had his father’s tower shield and spiked mace. “Want me to take over for a bit?” He chuckled, “Old man?”

Gil nodded and took the gear from Eli as his brother took over the job of chopping a path. “I’m not old,” Gil replied as crossed his arms and resented his decision to wear full plate armor. The bulkiest of the Baxter children due to his dedication to work with the biggest weapons possible. His adoptive father had told him stories of a character that wielded a fifty-pound sword…and he had been captivated ever since.

Lyndra walked ahead of him. She had trained with High-Riverguard Vael and was quite skilled with shield and spear…but had also obtained lessons from Empress Rivers herself. “Just look at the bright side,” she commented as she glanced back at Gil. “You have all the opportunities in the world ahead of you. You’re only thirty-two, after all.”

“Oh fuck you both,” Gil said with only slight irritation. They had engaged in this type of banter for years now, but he felt actual irritation this time because some fucking insect had gotten inside the armor. “And fuck these mosquitoes. Ringa thi gwaew / feng la langal.” He felt his mana slightly drain as the air around him chilled to below-freezing temperatures, the sweat instantly freezing as he felt relief from the itching and other pain. The insects also died off instantly.

The trio were heavily body enhanced with peerless alchemical concoctions made by the Empress herself. This level of cold was tolerable. Lyndra looked back at him, “Really? You couldn’t just deal with it?”

“You two are full up.”

“Found it!” Eli announced as he carved away the last few trees and the trio walked into a clearing. He swapped his gear back with Gil and the trio faced a stone archway with Elenthir carved into the top. A purple film covered the aperture.

Lyndra cleared her throat, “This door marks the dungeon of Sealna, the Seeker of Truth. Threat within – monsters. Reward – artifacts.”

Eli rolled his shoulders and muttered the improved, internal spell that they all had learned in school. His muscles bulked up and he walked through the film. Lyndra was just a step behind, muttering the same spell.

Gil chuckled and whispered his own variant; one that had had begged his father to teach him. Sacrificing speed for raw power. He entered the purple film behind his siblings.


2


Eli thudded forward under the weight of his heavy setup. He had trained for the past eleven years, since leaving mandatory service, with his father. Working on boxing in heavier and heavier equipment until now he could spar in full plate barely breaking a sweat. But, he chose to wear scale armor for the maneuverability it offered.

That training meant that he could swing his shield and mace like a wrecking ball. He willed mana into both objects, and they glowed with a deep green hue. Glancing back, he saw Lyndra had done the same with her spear and shield, mana charging them to a bright, yellow; and Gil’s blade was a bright red.

“Ready?” he asked his siblings as they took up their usual positions around the pillar. Eli in front to activate it and be the ‘tank’ of sorts, Gil and Lyndra flanking and slightly behind him with weapons at the ready.

“Of course,” Gil said as he took a few practice swings with his massive, almost unreasonably sized sword.

Lyndra grunted in affirmation, going into a mode of total focus. Eli let the mace dangle from the wrist-strap, and placed his palm on the pillar. It sank into the floor and the whole room shifted. The trio immediately found themselves beset upon from all sides by a ferocious pack of enraged Foskor. The bear-men were dressed in tribal clothing from their distant past, and were frothing at the mouths as they set upon the trio with claws, teeth, and large clubs.

Eli interposed his shield between him and the incoming attacks, barely feeling the dull thud of impact upon the bulwark. He swung his mace around in an arc as the spikes slammed into one of the Foskor warriors, feeling the crunch of bones underneath the weapon as he bull-rushed forward, bashing another with his shield.

“Duck!” Gil shouted.

Eli and Lyndra both knelt down, and Gil unleashed a spell that amplified the mana charging his weapon, enabling it to project beyond the blade. It carved into the rushing horde, buying the three a chance to group together tightly. Back-to-back-to-back, as they bashed, chopped, or stabbed at the horde.

“How you both doing?” Eli asked as he weathered the storm of blows.

Lyndra just grunted, but Gil was panting and growled out, “I’ve taken some hits.”

Of course you did. Eli doubled as their healer – even though they all could heal with the same efficiency. He focused on defense and healing and let the other two be more damage oriented. Letting his mace hang down once more, he turned slightly – trusting his massive shield to cover him – as he put a hand on Gil’s back, “Nestad!” he shouted.

The deep green mana surged out and Gil breathed more easily as he continued his bloody work. Eli’s attention was returned to his front as he felt his shield being tugged. Swinging his mace around on the strap attached to his wrist, he sent a walloping blow around the barricade that crunched into the Fosk who was gripping the item.


3


Lyndra stabbed forward with methodical efficiency. She kept her shield up as she was taught, kept it slotted into one of the notches, and pumped her arm back and forth. Each time the tip shot out, it pierced a vital spot. Each thrust, a quick kill.

Easily the deadliest of the trio thanks to her training with the Empress herself, she felt nothing during battle. Vael had taught her in the Riverguard how to control her emotions wholly in battle, and become a perfect killer. One who could do what needed to be done without question, and who would not be distracted.

Not even Gil’s occasional grunts or cries of pain concerned her – she knew that Eli would take care of him. And his reckless style was perfect for this large group, as his large, cleaving strikes could deal with dozens of opponents at once.

Lyndra was more suited to small group combat in a narrow corridor, and thus she eventually had to pour mana into her spear to swap to a short sword configuration, slashing at foes that approached her from both sides. She glanced over at Eli and saw that he was starting to be overrun. “Up!” she shouted as she turned to him, leaving her exposed for just a moment.

Eli took a knee and she put a foot on his shoulder, then launched with her other foot off of the top of the shield.

Lyndra closed her eyes as she sailed above the fray, “Natha rim nin / e lach lúg hiril / feng la mellonh.” She opened her eyes as the spell went off and she felt her mana drain precipitously.

An arcing cascade of yellow lightning bolts shot out from her and impacted the Fosk below, zapping them as they were fried in an instant. The cascading electricity jolted from target to target – chaining together through the enemies as it wended past her brothers. She landed gracefully and swapped her sword back to the spear as the last of the Fosk fell.

“Showoff,” Gil huffed out as he planted his blade in the ground.

Eli smiled, “We would’ve been fine.”

Lyndra shrugged as the walls returned around them, “I know. Come on, we have to finish this dungeon to get home in time.”

The two boys looked at each other then back to her. “Why?” Eli asked.

“You forgot? Mom’s birthday is in two weeks. We have to clear this dungeon, then travel a day straight if we want to get back to the boat.”

Gil groaned, “A whole day without sleep?”

“Look at the bright side,” Eli replied as he led the way to the next chamber. “We don’t have to cut a path back to the shore.”

Gil groaned again as Lyndra and Eli shared a laugh.


4

[Year 21 of The Eternal Age]

“Alright. Let’s try this again,” Lawry said in Triskol to the line of ravens. They were all perched atop one of the high walls of The Valley of the Volcano. “From the top,” he held up his small conductor stick.

The ravens began singing like songbirds. A song that his mother had hummed to him when he was a child. There was a sour note and he cut them off, “No. So close though!” He walked down the line to the bird that was out of tune, “You need to be up an octave.”

The bird nodded and replied in an effeminate voice, “Okay! Sorry!”

“Don’t be,” Lawry replied as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pouch of seeds, walking down the line and giving a small palm-full to each raven. “Let’s take it from the top, again-”

There was a shadow that passed overhead, and Lawry turned and bowed as Lyn Rivers, Empress of The Eternal Empire stood atop the wall next to him. “How is the surprise performance coming along?” she asked.

Lawry sighed, “Well, it’s not perfect, but it will still be better than any person singing.”

She nodded, “What about you? Are you ready?”

“Of course, my Empress.”

“Good. We want Trisha to be blown away by this. I received word from Gil, Eli, and Lawry – they will arrive on time. But…” she turned and looked out in the distance, “Hmm, odd.”

“What is it?”

She turned back to him, and her eyes were dark black. “I have to go. Keep up the good work.” She muttered a spell in vanished in a burst of blue light.

Lawry craned his head skyward and could faintly see movement far off in the bright, clear sky. He turned his attention back to the ravens on the wall when he heard another flapping noise. Whispering landed next to the other ravens.

“Oh, hi! How is the rehearsal going?” Whisperwing asked one of the other ravens.

“Crappy.”

“Not good.”

“I got seeds!”

Lawry rolled his eyes and walked over to Whisperwing, offering his shoulder for the larger raven to perch on. It walked up his arm and settled in place on his shoulder, digging talons into the leather pad he wore under his clothes for that exact purpose. “Come here to help out?”

“No, I have a message! Miss Finala said the next brood is about to hatch!”

“Shit, why didn’t you say that first?!” Lawry waved his hands to the other ravens, “Practice is over, I’m sure it’ll be fine. Dismissed.” As they began to fly off, he looked at Whisperwing, “What are you waiting for? Let’s go.”

The raven lifted off, carrying Lawry aloft, and flew him towards the fortress at Lynhold. He felt the giddy sense of gravity and the slight turning of his stomach at the great height below to the Valley floor.

The tower had a large platform built out the side where the wagon-sized ravens roosted, waiting for express deliveries from Lynhold to other parts of The Empire. The rail network was great for delivering bulk goods, but it ran on a time table. If, say, a certain type of life-saving medicine was needed in a specific location, then these ravens would be employed. They could also go and pick up people and bring them back to Lynhold.

Whisperwing stopped flapping as his feet touched down, and Lawry walked inside; past the few others who were working in the expanded facility. Finala was standing in the hatchery, back to him, as she leaned over a large table.

She glanced back as he walked up, “Ah, you’re just in time. They’re starting to poke through.”

Lawry immediately set to casting spells alongside her. Spells that were ingrained into his memory from repeated use.

The new hatchlings began peeping, and Whisperwing set about to helping feed them as the two finished casting their spells. Over the next few days, their intelligence would increase and they would be imbued with the ability to learn and understand languages, as well as speak like a person could.

“Good job,” Finala stated.

Lawry smiled as the woman, his mentor, put her hand on his shoulder. “Thanks,” he replied.


5

[Year 21 of The Eternal Age]

“Oh, hush little one,” Ginavieve muttered in Triskol as she sat in the rocking chair of the Baxter household. The same one that her mother had rocked her to sleep in twenty-one years ago when she was just an infant.

Trisha walked downstairs. Her hair had greyed out, but her exuberant expression of pure joy was written on her visage. “How did my daughter fare last night?”

Ginavieve shook her head, “I’m bone tired. She kept me up all night fussing.”

Trisha extended her arms and took her granddaughter, rocking her gently in her arms as the baby near-instantly stopped fussing and fell asleep. “Would you look at that,” Trisha whispered.

Ginavieve got up and stretched, “How do you do it?”

“No clue,” Trisha replied with a smirk. “Have you decided on a name yet?”

Ginavieve nodded and walked to the kitchen, reaching into the pantry and pulling out a hunk of bread and a marmalade spread. “Tovol wanted to name him after his father. I think we should keep with family tradition and name him after one of the fallen heroes.”

Trisha nodded, “That would be a sweet consideration to make. Freddy, Zack, Darius, Elias, William are all the boy heroes that perished. We’ve got Elias covered with Eli.”

“Lawry’s name is for which fallen hero?”

“Ah, Lawrence, the Shifter. But we didn’t know he survived when your brother was born.”

Ginavieve munched on the bread and nodded, feeling a twinge of pain in her abdomen. The delivery was only two weeks ago, and despite magical healing, she had a rough go of things. Her mother had sorrowfully informed her that she would never have children again…well, the natural way. She could always use the new ‘tube’ method that enabled cross-race offspring.

And Ginavieve already had her hands full with the one baby. “How’d you do it?” she asked her mother. “Deal with all us kids?”

Trisha smiled, “It takes a village. I had many, many nurses to help out since I was training up healers.”

“Didn’t you…barely sleep?”

“Your father and I traded off nights of sleeping. And sometimes we would use a mind spell to put you down.”

Ginavieve scoffed, “Really? Forbidden magic just to put an infant to sleep?”

Trisha shrugged, “Well, it wasn’t forbidden then. Just frowned upon. And it’s not like it hurt you.”

Ginavieve sighed, “Right. So, if keeping to tradition, I could go with something based on Freddy, Zack, Darius, or William.”

The front door opened and Tovol walked in. He was dressed in his Riverguard armor, and set his sword on the weapon rack at the front entryway. “Hi honey,” he said as he came over and gave her a kiss before turning to his baby boy in Trisha’s arms. “And how’s my little man?”

Trisha lightly slapped his hand and whispered, “He’s sleeping.”

Tovol nodded and grinned, “Sorry,” he whispered as he walked back to Ginavieve. “So…what did I miss?”

“Talking about names,” Ginavieve replied.

“Right…I’ve been thinking on that,” Tovol replied. “I talked to my father, and he agrees with what you’ve been pushing for. We should honor one of the fallen heroes. I’m preferential to William or Darius.”

Ginavieve smiled and kissed her husband, “Let’s go with Darius.”


6

[Year 21 of The Eternal Age]

Misty ran through the halls of the mage school in Lynhold. In one hand, she had her mom’s birthday present. It had gone down to the wire, but she had finally done what she wanted. Now…she had to get going, fast. Everyone will be there already, she thought.

She giggled and kept running until she made it outside. She sprinted down the roads and arrived in front of the fortress. Empress Rivers had set aside her throne room as a grand banquet hall to honor the Healer hero’s birthday. She ran past the bustling people of all manner of races and sizes.

But she stopped when she arrived at the main doors that were pushed wide open. She eyed the passage leading into the Conclave to her left, guarded by four Riverguard. I’ve always wondered what is in there, she thought.

“Misty!” a voice called out. A voice that commanded respect. Her father’s voice. “Come on! We’re getting started soon!”

“Coming!” she shouted over the din of the hall as she made her way through the gathered guests. Some she knew – like the council members, Archmage Stellas, Scholar Thomas, and dozens more. She greeted them as appropriate in their home language, and eventually got to the high table right below the dais which held the Empress’ throne.

The Empress was seated upon it, and looked down upon the gathered guests with a bemused look. High-Riverguard Vael was at her left hand, and the two quietly conversed in Arinol that Misty couldn’t make out over the crowd. She instead focused on her father, who was waving her over.

She went along the table and circled around the back, giving her dad a hug. “You are late,” he muttered into her ear.

“Sorry! I had to finish mom’s gift!” she held up a small pouch she gripped tightly in her left hand.

“What is it?” Ben asked with a mischievous grin.

“A surprise!” she whispered back with a giggle. She walked down the line and hugged Gil, then Eli, then Lyndra – lingering with her older sister. “How was the dungeon?”

“Great. When will you be ready to come with us?”

“Mmm…soon. I think I want to do a little bit more research and Elenthir study before I go with you all.”

Lyndra smiled and hiked her thumb back, “What do you think of our new nephew, Darius?”

Misty sighed, “Really? Darius? After one of the heroes?”

Lyndra shrugged, “Hey, I didn’t make the choice.”

Misty walked past her sister and hugged Ginavieve, “Hi, sis.”

“We chose a name! It’s-”

“Darius, Lyndra told me.” She stepped over to Tovol who was holding the baby boy that was babbling incoherently. “How is he doing?” she asked.

Tovol grinned, “Great. We got him to finally-” he was interrupted as the baby hiccupped and vomited over his shirt. He groaned, and Misty just chuckled before whispering a spell that cleaned up the spill and eliminated the smell. “Thank you,” Tovol said softly as he wiped Darius’ mouth with a cloth.

Misty nodded and went back to her father, “Where’s mom?”

“She’s on her way. She wanted a bit of time to herself before the festivities.”

Lawrence, Seneschal and Shifter hero, tapped a large staff on the ground, and the crowd silenced. “Please make your way to your tables! The guest of honor has arrived!”

The party quieted and people rushed to their seats. Lawrence tapped his staff once more, and Trisha walked into the room, dressed in a resplendent, blue dress.

Lyn Rivers stood up from her throne and spoke in Triskol, “Today, we celebrate the fifty-third birthday of Trisha Baxter, Healer hero, founder of the hospital at Lynhold. Author of the definitive medical texts used across all of Ghomar…and my personal friend.” She began to clap, and soon the whole hall was filled with thunderous applause.

Misty glanced at Tovol, who was covering baby Darius’ ears, before looking back to her mother who walked into the room with a steady step, but she could tell that the woman was extremely happy. The two had discussions in the past about dreams and goals, and Trisha had confided in her youngest child that she wanted to be renowned for her medicine and contributions to training of healers. You did it, mom. You made it.

Misty looked up at Empress Rivers, who was staring at her. Not Trisha…her. With piercing eyes that seemingly stared into her soul. The look sent a chill down her spine. The Empress had interacted with her twice during her youth, despite having wrestled with her siblings when they were children – as they told her teasingly growing up.

Trisha got to the table and sat down next to her husband. “And now, let the feast begin!” the Empress shouted as she raised her hands. She incanted a spell with speed that Misty had never heard of before; producing a ten-verse spell in under two seconds. Misty only caught a handful of words in the rapid assault of words.

In a flash of prismatic sparkles, all of the tables were full of all manner of foods. People began digging in – Misty included – but she kept glancing back at the Empress who was just staring at her.

Misty turned back once Lyndra nudged her with her elbow, “Why are you staring? That’s rude.”

Misty frowned, “She’s staring at me.”

“Hmm. Well, tit for tat, I suppose. Just remember…she might be ‘auntie Lyn’ to us…but she’s an Empress and goddess.”

Misty nodded and devoured her meal, keeping her present to her mother on her lap. Hours of feasting, camaraderie, and eventually games and performances went on in the main hall.

As the third hour went on, Lawry left the table and returned to the center of the hall with a flock of ravens circling above him. A few Duskari pulled out several wooden stands and placed them down, and the ravens lined up. He produced a small wand, tapped the wooden stand, and began conducting a chorus.

Everyone sat, entranced, as the most pleasant sound to ever grace their ears sounded all around them. Divine was the only way to describe the lilting, hauntingly happy melody. It lasted for ten minutes straight, and at the end there was such a tumultuous applause that the building seemingly shook from the vibrations in the air. Lawry bowed – as did his raven chorus – and he walked them out of the room before returning and taking his seat.

Empress Rivers stood up, and the room quieted. “Now, we move on to what I think is the best part of any birthday celebration, the presents.”

Trisha went red with embarrassment, but there were shouts of encouragement as diplomats from across Ghomar had sent her astonishing presents. One after another they were opened…and then Misty’s turn came. She walked up and opened the pouch, setting the smooth, polished sphere of obsidian in her mother’s palm. It was inscribed with Elenthir verses that came to Misty in a dream.

“What does it do?” she asked the young mage.

“It’s a scrying orb. I spent the last year working on it. You can use it to see any of us. Anywhere. Plus, you can replay memories on it.”

Trisha’s eyes teared up and she embraced Misty, and the whole hall went, ‘aww’ at the gesture. The two separated, and went back to their seats.

“Would you like to say any words?” Empress Rivers asked once the presents had been finished off.

Trisha nodded and stood up, “It has been a privilege to serve The Eternal Empire. I thank you all so very much for coming to celebrate. But most of all, I’m thankful for my amazing family – which just a few weeks ago added a new member!” There was scattered applause before she continued. “And, of course…” she turned and saluted to Empress Rivers, hand formed into a claw gesture over her heart. “I thank you, my friend. That gift you gave me all those years ago is all I could ever want.”

What gift? Misty thought as the Empress smiled and stood. “Of course. Now please, enjoy the desserts.” She waved her hands, incanted at extreme speed, and the tables were flooded with all types of pastries, confections, and foods.

People began to dig in, but Misty met the Empress’ gaze once more. She gestured for Misty to approach, and the young mage did so. “Why do you stare at me?” Misty asked.

Empress Rivers, her auntie Lyn, had a pained expression on her face. “You…Come with me and I’ll explain.” She walked down the dais and left the chamber – Misty hot on her heels. She led the young mage down into the Conclave. Misty took in the dark tunnels thanks to her body enhancements…and it wasn’t as grand as she envisioned. Why is it so…plain? She rules the world! It should be covered with…I don’t know, gold and gems.

Lyn opened a door and Misty followed her in. Ah this is more like it. The bed chamber was massive and adorned with rich adornments. She took a seat at a table and gestured to the other chair. Misty slipped into it and stared into the Destroyer’s gaze.

“You deserve to know the truth. You are old enough to learn,” Lyn stated.

Misty gulped, “What truth?”

“You are not your parents child. You were adopted, just like Gil.”

Misty shook her head and felt panic rising in her chest, “No…that’s not true!”

“It is. I know this because I saved you. You were once a mighty, powerful mage…and a close friend of mine. That is why I stare…you look just like you used to when we were friends and allies.” She sighed and leaned back, “I apologize if my gaze has made you uncomfortable.”

“Wait, so I was the Mage hero? The Mage hero? Misty Misery? The lady who made the mage school with Scholar Thomas?”

Lyn nodded, “You were once my close friend and ally. Just like Trisha, Ben, Lawrence, Brad, and even James.” She nodded curtly, “You attempted a forbidden spell. One that not even I will dare use, despite being able to, because the damage could be irreversible. The spell backfired-”

“Time,” Misty muttered. “That’s the only one that can backfire as far as I know.”

Lyn nodded, “Correct. You are you. Not the old Misty. You are…you. And I am sorry for staring at you, again. But you look just like she – you – used to.”

Misty took a deep, shaking breath but nodded in resolve. “I understand.”

“Good. Do not let this new knowledge change your chosen path. You do not have the Mage core. You are not the Mage hero. You are not the Misty I knew in the past. You are Misty Baxter. Not Misty Misery.”

“I understand,” Misty repeated. I am me. Not this other person.

“Good girl,” she gestured to the door as she stood, “Shall we?”

Misty nodded and stood up, but before she followed Lyn out, she paused. “Could…could we be friends, then?”

“I’m an Empress…but I suppose I could treat you as I do Lyndra. A pupil of sorts.”

The idea of being taught by the most powerful being on Ghomar filled Misty with a sense of excitement unlike any she had ever felt before.


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Time to finish my critique. Word doc: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1N3vnWBWf1YczX6qOW2WmOeLCII7LRYuGqJBMI2DRpsg/edit?usp=sharing (1) Final Notes I wish I had the time and patience to give you a thorough, in-depth critique by rereading the entire story, analyzing every chapter and book with care. Unfortunately, I don’t have the time, and though your story is excellent, I’m not yet in the habit of rereading books for fun. I know you’re combining books 1 and 2, and books 3 and 4, but I’ll refer to them with their original numbering since that’s how they’re organized in my head. This will make it easier to follow my critique since we both know the original structure. First, I want to congratulate you. Writing four books, totaling about 400,000 words, is an incredible accomplishment. Regardless of anyone’s opinion or the story’s perceived quality, what you’ve achieved is inspiring, and no one can take that away from you. Your dedication to writing, especially completing it all in just over three months, is impressive. Never forget how amazing that is. That said, there’s always room to grow. Even master authors aren’t perfect, and striving for improvement is part of the process. Mistakes aren’t a problem—stagnation is. If you learn from them and evolve, your storytelling will only improve. I’ll also brainstorm some ideas for the next arc. Let me know if you'd prefer I post my thoughts on Patreon, Discord, or somewhere else. Keep in mind that this critique reflects my personal perspective. What I say is subjective, and other readers might interpret things differently. My feedback is shaped by my preferences, which may not align with your vision or intended audience. It’s up to you to decide which aspects resonate with you and fit your narrative goals. What works for me might not work for you, so take my thoughts with a few grains of salt. I’ve compiled a mix of notes, so let’s dive into the critique. Apologies if I misunderstand certain elements—if, for example, I mention that the Abyss was never referenced when it was. These kinds of misunderstandings can serve as helpful feedback, showing how certain details might not have been as obvious to the reader as intended. Just take note in what I’m taking away from the story and how I’m perceiving it (its helpful to know what readers are focused and not focused on). (2) (i) Worldbuilding The worldbuilding in your story was solid, with room for improvement. Overall, I’d rate it better than average. One aspect I appreciated was the realism in travel times (it reminded me of Game Of Thrones), which added a sense of distance and scale to your world. However, I wish you had mentioned earlier that the world was a Pangaea-like supercontinent. This detail would have provided helpful context upfront. I also felt that the environments lacked diversity. It seemed like most of the world shared similar features, and while you included different animals in specific regions, it wasn’t enough to convey ecological variety. On my first read-through, I mostly pictured bare mountains, with the rest of the landscape consisting of plains, beaches, and a few islands—one of which, the fairy island, was a magical forest. Including more distinct biomes would make the world feel richer and more immersive. The Geographical position of the continent was also a bit simple and boring. If the continent stretched across the equator, we could expect regions on either side to experience different seasons at the same time. Alternatively, if it were located in a single hemisphere, the top of the continent could extend toward a polar region, resulting in colder climates, while the southern end would be warmer, nearing the equator. This would provide more opportunities for environmental contrast and seasonal changes. That said, you did an excellent job conveying the layout of the kingdoms and islands. It was easy to visualize the geopolitical dynamics, with Lyn, Cecily, and James positioned around no-man’s land. The gradual introduction of the world’s elements was also well-handled, avoiding any heavy-handed exposition while maintaining a good pacing. This allowed the world to unfold naturally without overwhelming the reader with too much detail at once. (ii) Characters I suppose I should get to the big thing. Characters. I wont repeat what I’ve already said in previous comments, so all this should be mostly new. Many characters weren’t given meaningful obstacles to overcome, leaving their development underexplored. (ii.1) Lyn Lets focus on Lyn. Lyn, as the protagonist, did face challenges, but most of them revolved around her physical strength. In my opinion, overpowered or godlike characters need challenges that go beyond brute force. Their obstacles should define and develop them, forcing emotional and personal growth. Below is a list of challenge types that would enrich such characters (most of which are going to be going into my future ideas for the next story’s arc): Moral Dilemmas and Sacrifice Loneliness and Emotional Disconnect The Burden of Responsibility Loss of Identity or Purpose Complex, Abstract Problems Self-Imposed Limits or Principles Uncontrollable Forces or Consequences of Power. I’m going to expand a bit on each. (A) A moral dilemma where the character must choose between two equally significant outcomes, such as saving one of two planets on a collision course. In this scenario, power is useless because the challenge revolves around emotional growth and the consequences of their decision (like the trolley problem). (B) Loneliness and emotional disconnect—the character’s immense abilities isolate them, making it hard to relate to others. They may watch loved ones age and die, leaving them emotionally detached and struggling to find meaningful connections. (C) A related challenge is the burden of responsibility, where the character realizes they can’t protect everyone, no matter how powerful they are. They might arrive too late to stop a catastrophe, forcing them to grapple with guilt and the limits of their abilities, highlighting that even godlike beings cannot escape time and personal limitations. (D) The character could also face an identity crisis, questioning their purpose after solving every major conflict in the world. With no more challenges left, they might spiral into existential dread, asking, "Why exist at all?" or "What do I do now?" (E) Similarly, abstract problems like political instability or cultural resistance offer unique obstacles. A society might reject their help, not because they can’t save them, but because interference would disrupt their traditions and create more conflict. This forces the protagonist to learn diplomacy and subtlety—skills they might never have needed before. (F) Another possibility is self-imposed limits where the character follows a strict moral code, such as refusing to take a life, even when doing so would save countless others. The tension comes from their struggle to stay true to their ideals or adapt when those ideals no longer fit the situation. (G) Finally, the character might contend with unintended consequences of their power. Every time they use their abilities, they could destabilize reality, accelerate entropy, or cause natural disasters. This forces them to learn restraint and humility, realizing that power alone is not always the answer. (ii.2) Example Stories of Well-Written Overpowered Characters Some stories with well-executed overpowered (OP) main characters include Returning to No Applause, Only More of the Same by Palt on Royal Road, Dead Tired by Ravensdagger (to an extent), The Sandman by Neil Gaiman, and The Humans by Matt Haig. While none of these are perfect examples, they each offer valuable insights into handling OP protagonists in different ways. These references might serve as inspiration for exploring similar themes in your work. (ii.3) Reflection on Lyn’s Challenges From memory, Lyn’s major and minor challenges, in chronological order, included: defeating the Dragon/Destroyer, returning to Ghomar, pretending to be the Destroyer, convincing the heroes of her true identity, grappling with her identity as both Lyn and the Destroyer, pursuing world domination, building an empire, collecting the hero cores to prevent madness (for herself and others) while minimizing casualties among her friends, gathering the dead hero cores by conquering dungeons, defeating Cory, James, and Cecily, overcoming the Abyss people, and finally, ascending. (Feel free to add anything if I missed a key plot point.) This is a solid list, and I think it’s a major reason why I enjoyed books 1, 2, and most of 3. Many of these challenges genuinely tested Lyn and shaped her character. Crucially, they couldn’t be solved with strength alone—they involved moral dilemmas, struggles with identity, and complex political issues. It was here in these books where I could see your talent shine. I could see you writing complex flawed characters similar to The Boys, Arcane, The Umbrella Acadamy, and Steppenwolf by Hermann Hesse (I wish I could provide more literature examples, but I think your character style is quite rare; most authors end up with a minorly flawed protagonist). I found the complex web of dynamics and struggles between all the heros absolutely fascinating, and I could imagine all the heroes acting completely disfunctional and doing their own thing (like in The Umbrella Acadamy). These 3 books showed great potential. But the challenges and character dynamics weren’t fully realized. As I said before, you gave every hero a singular cheap extreme flaw, and there was barely any character growth showen. Lyn’s struggle with her unique challenges and flaws were also blurred, not fully focused on, and I dont think you made the most out of them. And Lyn’s original flaw—her need for recognition and praise—was resolved too easily and faded into the background, especially toward the end of book 3 and throughout book 4. Additionally, not every aspect of Lyn’s character was fully utilized. For a long stretch, she told her people she was manipulating the heroes and wasn’t truly one of them. This could have been a perfect source of tension, forcing Lyn to confront whether she was manipulating her friends without remorse or if they were still her friends despite believing she would betray them. However, this conflict never came to light—her people seemed to forget about it, and the heroes never found out, missing an opportunity for powerful drama. For a story centered on flawed characters, it also stood out that Lyn rarely did anything 'wrong', and most of the moral flaws were placed on the heroes and non-hero antagonists, while other characters were nearly flawless (except perhaps the merchant, in a minor way). But I want to note that I put quotes on ‘wrong’, because Lyn did do a lot that modern society—where Lyn originates—would consider to be unethical and wrong. Just to name a few, she manipulated and used her friends (e.g., taking Lawrence’s core without asking after his death), mind-controlled criminals in her empire, she threatened many people (like threatening to indirectly starve an entire city during the winter), and was hell bent on world domination with an increasing level of narcissism. For the first 3 books, these morally questionable actions worked because the flawed heroes and antagonists acted as foils to Lyn. But as those flawed characters were removed from the narrative, there were fewer opportunities to reflect on or challenge Lyn’s character. This issue became especially noticeable with Lawrence, who was introduced as a voice of reason meant to call out James’s flaws. However, when Lawrence met Lyn, he immediately approved of everything she was doing without questioning her actions—he didnt call out any of Lyn’s flaws. This shift weakened the narrative by removing what could have been a critical examination of Lyn’s character. And instead, all the narrative focus at the end of book 3 and most of book 4 focused on purely just solving power problems without using the logical OP character to solve these problems. Another issue is that Lyn never truly experienced loss—whether social, economic, or on the battlefield. None of her allies died during the events of the story, and she was never forced to confront a personal failure or breaking point. In terms of the Hero’s Journey, she never entered the "abyss"—the stage of metaphorical death and rebirth. While chapter 1 of book 1 literally depicts her death, it lacked the emotional weight of a true breaking point. The shift in tone at the end of book 3 and through most of book 4 leaned heavily toward strength-based challenges. This wasn’t necessarily a mistake, but the execution faltered by not offering any logical solutions outside of brute force. Lyn, a highly intelligent and powerful character, should have been able to eliminate Cecily instantly. However, the narrative avoided this route, and no new kinds of challenges were introduced to test Lyn in ways beyond what she excelled at. (ii.4) Reflection on Books 3 and 4, and Character Dynamics Books 3 and 4 introduced some significant issues, particularly in the way characters and conflicts were handled. Unfortunately, the weakest chapters in the entire series were in Book 4, specifically the ones I talked about in my previous comments. Throughout most of the story, your characters made rational, believable decisions. There was no cheap drama driven by characters acting irrationally—except for Cecily, which I’ll address shortly. However, in the first chapters of Book 4, that consistency fell apart. Suddenly, almost every character (except for a few antagonists) blindly agreed with Lyn without offering any meaningful opposition or alternative perspectives. Even Trisha’s initial concern about Lyn becoming more irritable was briefly mentioned in the opening chapter and then never explored further. Across 30,000+ words, not a single character questioned whether Lyn’s utopia might actually be a dystopia. Aside from Brad, no one seemed to act independently. None of the Earth people—including the knowledge hero with perfect memory of the science textbooks he read in school—never attempted to advance technology beyond drugs and medicine. The battle planning in Book 4 was another missed opportunity. Despite having a literal goddess, the strategy boiled down to a conventional head-to-head army battle. Which that was another missed opportunity. This was a perfect chance to explore the limitations of centralized power. Lyn held all the power (from removing her friend’s hero cores), but she cant do everything at once. Lyn completely removed and prevented anyone from becoming powerful, yet the story never examined the consequences of relying entirely on one person. Going back to the battle planning. Lyn, the dictator and consequentualist, logically should have accepted that innocent people died in war, and it would be acceptable to nuke Cecily to prevent a war against a technologically advanced, entrenched, fanatical people. This is 100% something acceptable to Lyn given she killed mercisly without even checking to see if the people shes killing are innocent or children—she rescued a child who became a pirate to flee an abusive family, but at the same time, killed every single person on every pirate and military boat which, given there was a kid on one, very much likely also had children and innocent people on the other boats (which is hypocritical of Lyn btw). Cory and Cecily’s failure to exploit Lyn’s limitations was another frustrating oversight. Lyn couldn’t be everywhere at once, and she lacked other powerful allies. A more logical strategy would have been guerrilla warfare, forcing Lyn to divide her attention, or casting the kingdom-wide mind control spell multiple times. These missed opportunities weakened the narrative, making it feel as though the characters weren’t acting intelligently within the established rules of the world. (ii.5) Cecily as an Antagonist And Cecily. One of my core creative writing philosophies is that every antagonist should be as well-developed as the protagonist, serving as a foil or contrast to them. While many of your antagonists followed this principle to some extent, Cecily—the main antagonist—fell short. I get it, she was going mad because her ruler hero core was changing her personality into an extreme, and she was an extremely intelligent character, except when it came to Lyn. Cecily made consistently irrational decisions when it came to Lyn. Also, she never once managed to outsmart or defeat Lyn at any point in the story. From the beginning, Cecily ignored Lyn’s growing power, with her inaction being attributed to her tendency to hyperfocus. This felt like a cheap explanation—borderline deus ex machina—to excuse her poor decisions. Given her level of irrationality, it’s hard to believe she could have survived as long as she did, much less be positioned as the story’s primary antagonist. While Cecily was convincingly written as an evil character (which you executed well), she ultimately didn’t feel deserving of the role of main antagonist. It was just, this section of the story became frustrating because neither Lyn nor Cecily acted in ways that felt logically consistent with their intelligence or capabilities. However, things began to improve toward the middle and end of Book 4, and that was mainly because we got a character who actually started to realize that Lyn wasnt really much different from Cecily. This was an excellent narrative twist when Cory, an antagonist, pointed out the similarities between Lyn and Cecily. The idea of an antagonist experiencing more personal growth than the protagonist (this didn’t really happen and was like one sentence, but still)—and explicitly calling out their shared flaws—was brilliant. Unfortunately, this idea was not fully explored or followed through, leaving untapped potential for deeper conflict and character development. (ii.6) Happy time I’ve been ranting for a bit here and I want to compliment you a bit more. You wrote many well developed characters too. Although the flaws for the heroes were cheap, you wrote them very well. You showed great skill in making characters feel creepy (Volio), in making characters feel evil (Cecily and Cory), and making characters feel tragic (Misty, James, Cory, Thomas, and Brad). The portrayal of trauma and coping mechanisms throughout the story was particularly well done. Each character’s struggle felt authentic, and the drama that unfolded between them added layers of complexity to the narrative. The emotional dynamics between the characters felt organic, heightening the tension and making their interactions more meaningful. There are many other things you did well, but it’s often harder to remember and articulate positives in a critique. Negative points tend to stand out more, which is why much of my feedback has focused on areas for improvement. Nonetheless, your strengths as a storyteller are evident, and they shine through in the emotional depth and interpersonal drama you’ve woven into your narrative. (ii.7) Plot time To be honest, I dont have much to say here. It was an interesting choice not following the chekhov's gun philosophys constantly. It kept me constantly guessing with the direction for the plot and drama, and I think I rarely predicted correctly what was going to happen. Some examples of this are when Gael told his boyfriend about Lyn’s secret, or word getting out that Lyn actually used to be a hero, but no one believes it since they cant remember Lyn the Scout Hero. I’ve already told you my thoughts on the challenges for Lyn. I’ve already told you about how Lyn never lost or suffered badly during the story. (iii) Misc Heres a few points in my notes I didn’t cover yet and I dont really feel like finding a good organized place to write them in. Styles been pretty good, there isnt really anything unique about your story telling style, and its pretty direct. What I’m about to suggest might not match the types of stories you prefer writing, but you can do a lot more with style. For example, consider Girl by Jamaica Kincaid (free short story: https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/1978/06/26/girl). The piece is written without pauses—each statement flows directly into the next, using only semicolons to create an unrelenting stream of instructions. This narrative structure conveys the overwhelming pressure imposed on the character, immersing the reader in the protagonist’s experience without explicitly stating her frustration. The style itself becomes part of the storytelling, enhancing the emotional impact. Writing is an art form, and you don't need to limit yourself to a straightforward style. Different characters, for example, could have distinct narrative voices that reflect their emotions, personalities, or inner conflicts. Incorporating varied styles could not only express character uniqueness but also add layers to the storytelling, giving readers a deeper connection to the narrative and its themes. I liked the different perspectives and it mostly didn't feel random or too much slice of life or taking away from the focus on Lyn. This also helped with the character dynamics and making it feel like everyone was doing there own thing, like a less experienced version of The Umbrella Academy. You need to work on time skips. You avoided the ‘fade to black’ tactic and decided to go for a fast forward. But in doing so, you lost a good pacing balance, which led to everything feeling less developed relative to the where we were at in the story and how much time had passed. The last chapter of book 3 was probably the worse fast forward because it read exactly like a list of plot points on your notes you made for the story. The end of book 4 also wasnt really the best when it was fast forwarding, though I did like the ending. Dont get me wrong, a fast forward is doable, you just need to work on it. The end of book 3 felt very final conclusion end of book like, so good job there. The characters poking holes in Lyn’s ‘good’ narrative was good, but it needed to happen early on in book 4 and be more focused (you know, instead of it being said a few times offhandedly). Your magic system needs some work. I noticed you were just slapping on the explanation of “it has restrictions which makes this spell doable” for pretty much most explanations (it was very hand-wavy). I also mentioned before that the magic system violates conservation of energy and the 2nd law of thermodynamics. The chanting part of the magic system was alright, I dont really have much to comment about that. Lyn’s mana reserve felt very abstract and it felt like you often just slapped on the “my mana is running low” to artificially increase tension. Lyn is supposed to have extreme mana regin and her mana core is supposed to increase is reservers when she consumes mana cores, which she only consumed hero cores which were the second most potent cores–the first being her own mana core. Yet she didn’t really seem to be able to do the stuff she was doing previously with more frequency and/or for longer times. Plus her raising a better built wall of china within half a day seems like an absolute absurd amount of mana, yet she was never able to heal her self more than like 2-3 times without running out of mana, despite her being able to do crazier and crazier feats of mana capacity. You mentioned in B2 chapter 28 that storage spaces are among the easiest non-mana intensive magics. But in previous chapters it was mentioned that space-time magic was extremely expensive. Is that not what a storage space is? A loop (pocket) in spacetime? Lyn didnt really utilize any science, except for some of the spells she developed before the story even started. Lyn enjoys music yet never once sought it out in the 4 books. The only thing she enjoyed that she sought out frequently was sex. Other races were depicted poorly. They all basically acted like a human with not much culturally and socially different. As I wrote earlier, there might be a need for some perspectives that contrast character flaws. Something that shows that this character isn't fully good. Especially in book 4. Lyn never really industrialized, especially with the time ‘skip’ in chapter 29. She never made a generator and provided electricity for everyone, she never made any kind of mass production or machinery. Everything was supplemented with Lyn keeping multiple spells running for her people. But every time Lyn runs out of mana, that means that every spell she is using for her people will not work. It's a bad inconsistent system and Lyn cannot be the only one providing spells for her people. It's never addressed. (iv) Thats it! I’m most certainly missing things I wanted to talk about, both negative and mostly positive. But this over 4k words and I need to work on other stuff. Something thats helped me a ton in improving my writing skills is looking critically at stories and analyzing what they did exceptionally well on and what they did poorly on. Plus it helps with gaining inspiration. So I’m going to recommend a few books that you might be interested in learning from. If you want to see a character go through personal growth and deals with flaws, read The Midnight Library by Matt Haig, probably The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman, Other People by Neil Gaiman (free short story: https://xpressenglish.com/our-stories/other-people/), and The Paper Menagerie by Ken Liu (free short story: https://static1.squarespace.com/static/5838a24729687f08e0321a15/t/5bf2bdfa562fa782871c6252/1542635003373/The-Paper-Menagerie+by+Ken+Liu.pdf). Nothing really comes to mind with nonhuman characters acting nonhuman. Well, some stuff does, but nothing that is perfect for what I’m trying to show. Maybe The Fox and the Hound by Daniel P. Mannix, and A Book Dragon by Donn Kushner (which is also pretty good depiction of an immortal character). For a work that can expertly play with the readers emotions and inflict the most pain while enthralling the reader, Air Awakens by Elise Kova. I couldnt pick up the last book in the series because I mentally couldnt handle the amount of pain I was experiencing from the story despit how much I wanted, NEEDED, to finish reading the story. And even after its been multiple years since I last touched the series, I still think about how masterful Elise was with her story. For really good use of different perspectives, Release That Witch by Er Mu. The different perspectives nearly brought me to tears a few times. Though, this was the first ever book I enjoyed and it got me interested into reading. For masterful worldbuilding, Metro 2033 by Dmitry Glukhovsky. Dont read any of the other Metro series books, they arent good and Metro 2033 should have been the end of the story (it originally was). Its also got pretty good characters who are flawed (cough-cough Khan=better Cecily cough-cough). The main flaw with Metro 2033 is it gets repetitive towards the end (there is a lot of traveling and a very clear pattern the author sticks too with coming and going to places) If you want to see an inspirational work of art in text form of an absolute INSANE person, On the Heights of Despair by Emil M. Cioran, Ilinca Zarifopol-Johnston. Its a book that meditates on madness and death, the absurdity of existence, and the agony of consciousness. To put it in perspective, it makes Misty's mentality look like sunshine and rainbows.

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