Previously, on Sword Of Vengeance EPISODE 31 THE EVEN GROUND BETWEEN GOOD AND EVILIn seconds, the Temple of Supreme Father loomed majestically in the heart of the Realm of Time, its vast stone structure shimmering with a soft, ethereal glow. The temple’s towering silhouette seemed to stretch far beyond the edge of perception, vanishing into the shifting sky. As one approached, the massive double doors came into view, forged from a shimmering, unknown alloy, reflecting the eternal passage of time. Intricate carvings of celestial bodies, hourglasses, and frozen clock hands adorned the surface, moving subtly as if existing in multiple moments at once.The door opened, revealing a grand courtyard bathed in an otherworldly light. Crystal columns soared into the sky, their surfaces swirling like molten glass, etched with runes of time that shifted and evolved as though they were still being written. The air hummed with energy, and the ground

Previously, on Sword Of Vengeance The Son of Perdition laughed, his voice sounding like breaking bones and roaring fire. Then his expression twisted into a snarl. “The Flame of the Supreme Father is not the Supreme Father. It’s nothing but a fallacy, a flicker compared to the abyss that I am.”His growl reverberated through the chamber, and the blood lake surged, lashing against the jagged walls. The pillars trembled, as though they too feared the fury of their master.But within his rage, a shadow of uncertainty lingered; a truth he would never admit.If the Flame had chosen them, then perhaps it was more than a flicker. Perhaps it was the beginning of something even the abyss could not extinguish.The Son of Perdition’s laughter echoed through the chamber, dark and thunderous, shaking the blood-red lake into restless waves. His eyes burned brighter as he finally spoke, his voice heavy with malice.“We’ll pay them a visit,” He said, his grin widening into something

Previously, on Sword Of Vengeance "Silence," He commanded, his voice slicing through the air like a death knell. A suffocating weight pressed upon the legions, forcing even the most defiant to bow their heads.Breaths were shallow, and eyes averted.The crackling flames that lingered in the sky dimmed as if cowed by his authority as he leered at the gathered legions, his burning eyes glowing brighter. And when he spoke again, his tone dripped with malevolence."Just like all of you, I was surprised when I met her once again," He began, his voice a low growl that seemed to reverberate through the very bones of those kneeling before him. The legions exchanged uneasy glances as an implication of his words unsettled the mind of even the most battle-hardened among them. "Because I, personally, destroyed her core and watched as she descended in glorious defeat into the lowest of the realms in a dying figment of light."A murmur rippled through the legions like a sinister c

Previously, on Sword Of Vengeance Aluka strode into his war chamber, his armour bearer, Kithzo, trailing behind him with silent steps. The room was dimly lit, its vast expanse stretching into shadowed corners where battle armors, forged from celestial artifacts, rested in solemn silence. Each piece glowed subtly, emanating ancient, untamed auras, remnants of battles waged beyond time itself.Aluka’s cold gaze flickered over them, assessing, deciding. He did not rush; this was a moment of absolute precision.Behind him, Kithzo's brows furrowed in confusion.The war chamber was sacred. It was a place one entered only in times of crisis, when war loomed on the horizon, or worse when the kingdom stood on the brink of annihilation. Yet, as far as he knew, no such threat existed. No alarms had been sounded. No enemies had crossed their borders.So why was his master here?For what felt like an eternity, Aluka stood before the ancient relics. Then, slowly, he closed his eyes.H

Previously, begun Of Vengeance Xena pulled Lirl into his embrace, holding her tightly as if he feared she might slip away. The warmth of his arms spoke volumes, an unspoken plea for forgiveness. It wasn’t just an apology; it was regret, sorrow, and something deeper, something fragile yet undeniable.He leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss onto her forehead. His breath was warm against her skin as he whispered, his voice thick with emotion."I'm sorry, Lirl."His words trembled, as though he barely had the strength to say them.Lirl sighed, her heart aching at the weight he carried. Slowly, she wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him closer. There was no hesitation, no resentment, only understanding."Let's go, Lirl. Let’s leave this place… together."Xena’s voice was low but determined. Without another word, he swept her into his arms, cradling her as though she were the most precious thing in the world. His grip was firm yet gentle, like a man who had l