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Something or someone is haunting Steven, things seems to fall apart around him. Not a single friendship last long enough, not a single relationship seems to last.

The second season of Atlas Online follows Tin after the reveal that the world will be destroyed. Now, as a hero, he undergoes training but it isn't enough. Instead, he's dispatched to a nearby kingdom to train in a large tournament but suffers a setback. If Tin cannot push against the setback and make it to the tournament, he will have to wait a year until he can, wasting the precious time he has until the world meets its maker.

Locus crouched to meet her eyes. “Currently, I’m a teenager who doesn’t know who he is anymore. I’m not a spectacular hero who has numerous achievements to his name. I’m some unknown kid with a future that could kill him. Treat me as Locus and not like the reincarnation of a god.” He said as he took her hands and raised them, forcing both of them to stand.

After crashing his wagon off of a cliff while being pursued by men on horseback, a young man - suffering from a case of amnesia - finds himself banding together with a mysterious girl in order to survive the harsh wilderness of the late 1800's.

“Torch! That’s the only light spell I know, but it’s a low class one.” Max shook his head before closing his eyes. He built up elemental essence in his fingers, discharging it in front of him and creating a wall. The darkness slammed against the wall, revealing the shadow within it.

The front two motorcyclists didn’t notice a noose made out of thin string, near-invisible at the end of the street, or the tripwires that were on the side of the nooses. The motorcyclists made it to the end of the street and placed their heads in the right spots for the nooses. The nooses were big enough for their heads to fit through and thin enough for the targets to not feel their death looming around their necks. The man smirked as he wriggled his fingers, which controlled the nooses. He

Something or someone is haunting Steven, things seems to fall apart around him. Not a single friendship last long enough, not a single relationship seems to last.

The second season of Atlas Online follows Tin after the reveal that the world will be destroyed. Now, as a hero, he undergoes training but it isn't enough. Instead, he's dispatched to a nearby kingdom to train in a large tournament but suffers a setback. If Tin cannot push against the setback and make it to the tournament, he will have to wait a year until he can, wasting the precious time he has until the world meets its maker.

Locus crouched to meet her eyes. “Currently, I’m a teenager who doesn’t know who he is anymore. I’m not a spectacular hero who has numerous achievements to his name. I’m some unknown kid with a future that could kill him. Treat me as Locus and not like the reincarnation of a god.” He said as he took her hands and raised them, forcing both of them to stand.

After crashing his wagon off of a cliff while being pursued by men on horseback, a young man - suffering from a case of amnesia - finds himself banding together with a mysterious girl in order to survive the harsh wilderness of the late 1800's.

“Torch! That’s the only light spell I know, but it’s a low class one.” Max shook his head before closing his eyes. He built up elemental essence in his fingers, discharging it in front of him and creating a wall. The darkness slammed against the wall, revealing the shadow within it.

The front two motorcyclists didn’t notice a noose made out of thin string, near-invisible at the end of the street, or the tripwires that were on the side of the nooses. The motorcyclists made it to the end of the street and placed their heads in the right spots for the nooses. The nooses were big enough for their heads to fit through and thin enough for the targets to not feel their death looming around their necks. The man smirked as he wriggled his fingers, which controlled the nooses. He