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Gogmus Laustral
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RISE OF THE ORIGINAL

RISE OF THE ORIGINAL

In a realm torn apart by ancient rivalries and the lingering shadows of mystic evils, Marcus—once a prince and valiant warrior who fell in the fateful battle against the dreaded Trinitarians, a trio of malevolent forces feared across all realms—has been resurrected to confront an even greater menace: the Origin. Neither fully alive nor entirely dead, Marcus exists in a fragile state of being, his essence fractured yet imbued with newfound power. As he grapples with his reforged abilities, he is thrust into a ceaseless battle against a rising darkness that threatens to unravel the fabric of existence itself. Guided by enigmatic allies and tormented by the ghosts of his past, Marcus uncovers a sinister conspiracy that transcends realms, blurring the boundaries between creation and destruction. With time slipping away and the line between himself and the Origin dangerously thin, Marcus must embrace his destiny as the final guardian of life or risk surrendering everything to the chaos of the Origin’s unrelenting wrath.
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Chapter: EPISODE 71                      FRACTURE OF THE SKY
Previously, On Sword Of Vengeance The air trembled as Lord Aluka raised his hand, the lines of time itself bending to his will.Reality seemed to crack,. colors blurring, sounds distorting.As if the world was groaning under his presence.Xena’s body tensed instinctively.Although his instincts screamed at him to move, but his pride kept his feet planted.His muscles coiled, veins throbbing under his skin.He could feel it.He was approaching his limits.Princess Lirl watched behind the energy barrier.Her heart hammering against her ribs as she whispered,<
Last Updated: 2025-04-29
Chapter: EPISODE 70                 WHEN TIME TREMBLES 
Previously, On Sword Of Vengeance The moment Xena lifted his gaze, the atmosphere shifted.A faint ripple, unseen but deeply felt, cut through the world around them.The sky, once a heavy blanket of dusk, now seemed to shimmer unnaturally .As if caught in the throes of a strange, slow heartbeat.Standing opposite him, Lord Aluka let his arms fall to his sides.A mocking smile touched his lips.Without a single word, the very air around him fractured.Like broken glass, the fragments of reality floated lazily before snapping back into place.Time itself was trembling.Xena’s pupils narrowed sharply.
Last Updated: 2025-04-28
Chapter: EPISODE 69                          THE CLASH OF WILLS
Previously, On Sword Of Vengeance In the arena of broken steel and shattered earth, two forces stood ready to collide.One bound by honor, the other by sheer brutality.Only one would walk away.The air hung heavy, thick with the metallic stench of blood and the choking dust of fallen battles.Around them, the battered survivors watched, their faces etched with fear and exhaustion. Broken weapons lay scattered like the corpses of fallen hopes.Xena stepped forward, the weight of a hundred unseen eyes pressing down on him. His heartbeat thundered in his ears, steady but sharp, like a war drum at the edge of silence.Opposite him stood Gachin.A monstrous fusion of rage and flesh.Thick-armed and broad-chested, his very presence seemed to warp the light around him. His skin was coarse, almost stone-like, and in the pits of his coal-black eyes, there was nothing. No mercy, no reason. Only a seething void.Xena flexed his fingers, feeling the tremor of adrenaline shiver
Last Updated: 2025-04-27
Chapter: EPISODE 68 WHEN ALL HOPE BLEEDS
Previously, On Sword Of Vengeance EPISODE 68 WHEN ALL HOPE BLEEDSGeneral Bale sniffed, tears bleeding from his swollen, blood-shot eyes.Gachin stood above him, unmoved.For a brief second, its celestial countenance softened.Almost… almost as if it pitied the dying human kneeling before it. Its grip on Princess Lirl loosened slightly.Then it froze.A cold, blue flicker flashed in its eyes.Without hesitation, its leg lashed out like a hammer.CRACK.The blow landed with brutal precision.General Bale flew like a rag-doll, his body hitting the ground with a sickening thud before skidding into the jagged base of a ruined pillar. His bones cracked. Blood oozed between his teeth as he reached out weakly, fingers trembling, spine crushed beneath the weight of failure.Princess Lirl screamed.It wasn’t a scream of fear.It was the kind of scream that tore through the soul, like something had been ripped from her. Her knees buckled
Last Updated: 2025-04-25
Chapter: EPISODE 67             GENERAL BALE LAST STAND 
Previously, on Sword Of Vengeance He delivers series of kicks, targeted mainly at his ankles.Each kick jarred his own frame with sharp jolts, the impact vibrating through his arms and spine like thunder through the earth.It wasn’t elegant. It was survival.Raw, relentless, ragged.A dance on the edge of death.The pain shot through the General’s forearms, jarring his bones and forcing his body to jerk and sway, almost like a man possessed in a macabre dance of resistance.Then came the final two strikes.Like a blade cleaving through weak armor, they shattered his guard and cracked across his face.Bale’s head snapped violently to the side under the impact.He staggered backward, groaning, but the Emperor didn’t let up.A final kick exploded upward, crashing into his chin.The force echoed like thunder, leaving the ground trembled.Blood sprayed into the air as General Bale’s body was launched like a discarded rag.Twisting and spiraling.Until he crashed violently into t
Last Updated: 2025-04-24
Chapter: EPISODE 66 THE BREAKING POINT
Previously, on Sword of Vengeance EPISODE 66 THE BREAKING POINT General Bale exhaled sharply, the battlefield falling into a tense silence. His fingers loosened around the hilt of his blade.The sword won’t win this fight, he realized. Only instinct will.With that, he flung the weapon aside. It clattered against the stone floor, echoing like a death knell. A symbolic gesture. A declaration. This wasn’t about steel anymore—this was personal.He lunged.A barrage of fists flew at the Emperor.Fast, relentless, full of raw fury. But the Emperor shifted, almost lazily, using only his left lower arm to parry the blows. Each block was surgical, his form tight and unshaken, as if he’d seen every strike coming before it landed.Then, in a blur, the Emperor vanished.As General Bale spun, his was overwhelmed by fear. The presence behind him was unmistakably cold, looming, patient. The Emperor stood there, poised like a predator sa
Last Updated: 2025-04-23
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