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EPISODE 82 RISE OF THE ORIGINAL 1
A fracture rippled through his essence, not of flesh, but of purpose.And the blow landed, shattering more than the battlefield.It cracked the certainty that had anchored him since the dawn of war.His eyes dilated in milky white, and a vision surged.Of worlds burning in reverse.Voices calling out from unborn ages.Amidst the eternal flames, a hand.Small, trembling.Reaching for his.He held his breath. Not from exhaustion, but from recognition.What he saw was not an enemy... but a possibility.A life he had never lived.Something far worse than fear and anguish.Something so evil and terrifying he can't describe himself.And in that split eternity between heartbeats,He hesitated.Not because he was weak,but because he remembered.What it meant to feel.What it cost to forget.And far beyond the breach.Seated upon the throne of obsidian carved from the bones of dead stars,It watched.Vast.Unmoving.Its silhouette draped in silence like a cloak of judgment.Eyes like collaps
TEARS OF BLOOD; THE OATH OF FIRE
AN INTERMISSION WRITTEN FROM THE SWORD OF VENGEANCE The sky was tar-black and stormy, lit by flashes of bluish lightning that danced with thunder across the heavens.A torrential rainstorm broke loose, slamming into the earth, flooding the ground, forming puddles, ripples, and potholes in the sandy soil.Amidst the downpour stood men clad in Spartan-style helmets and Gothic silver armour, glinting under the fury of the storm. In their right hands, they held round, oval steel shields; in their left, dull bronze spears.They stood in tight battle formations as floodwaters pooled at their feet. Their hearts pounded beneath cold, heavy armour. Black capes flapped in the wind, soaked through, yet defiant.Before them, an unholy alliance of Demorticans, Dalmekuns, and the Eye of Urus surged forward in a dark swarm.At the army’s head, a middle-aged man emerged on horseback, silver armour gleaming. His black, silky hair stuck to his face, soaked and wild. He held his helm
EPISODE 81 THE FIRST STORM
As thunder cracked like the roar of an ancient beast, shaking the cliffs above Ashfall Hollow.The sky began to rain down, not of water, but fine ash mixed with embers, turning the sky into a storm of dying stars.Inside the temple, as Cathiana led them out of the Vault, she walked in fluid movement,, which made her presence more ethereal.Like she was electric. With every step she took, unseen forces echo with the hum of alignment.On the other hand, others followed in silence, shaken by what they had witnessed. None dared question her.Not even Kalus, her protector, whose usual sarcasm had turned into reverence.Elena kept glancing over her shoulder from time to time.“Those cloaked figures… You saw them too, right?”Austrus nodded grimly. “We’re not alone in this war anymore. The veil is thinning”He muttered.And there was silence again.Finally, they emerged into the open hollow once more, witnessing the chaos of the dark clouds rolling faster now, swirling into a vortex that
EPISODE 80 BENEATH ASHFALL HOLLOW The journey to
Ashfall Hollow began under a sky laced with stormlight.The wind had changed; Elena felt it first.A shift in the scent of the earth, a low thrum beneath the soles of her boots as if something ancient stirred just beneath the surface.Cathiana walked ahead, leading them through forgotten paths no map recorded.No one questioned her direction.Not even Austrus, whose usual cynicism had dulled to wary silence.Delilah had tried once, asking where exactly they were headed.Cathiana had simply turned her head, the golden ring in her eyes flaring like a second sunrise."To where I ended. And where it all begins again."Ashfall Hollow lay in a crater vast enough to swallow a city.Jagged cliffs rose around it lik
EPISODE 79 ARROW OF JUDGEMENT
From the Hall of the Supreme Father, a whisper ignited the dormant flame.The Holy Flame rose, spinning and humming with divine light, condensing into a radiant arrow.Alive with purpose, vengeance, and purity.Aimed directly at Erimense of darkness.Just when darkness crowned itself king, the Flame remembered its promise.”In the Hall of the Supreme Father, beyond the constellations of the Seraphim, a tremor rang out.The Flame Eternal, long dormant, stirred.It whispered the names of the righteous, roared with the wrath of the forgotten, and took shape.A hooded figure emerged from the sacred shadows.
EPISODE 78 THE HONOR OF THE UNMAKING
Time stuttered.Seconds skipped.History blinked.Erimenses of Darkness had arrived.A god not born of time but of its desecration.A being whose very breath withered the chronicles of kings and crumbled legacies to dust.He stood tall.Twice the height of a colossus, his cloak a veil of writhing void, his eyes suns of dying galaxies.In one hand, he carried Grave Mourn, the sword that devours light.In the other, a shard of inverted time.Something not even the Continuum of Time herself dared to name.&nbs
EPISODE 77 CHRONICLES OF THE CONTINUUM: THE INTERNAL ASCENDANCY AND THE ARROW OF FLAME
"This war, it never stop will it?"Eleuren asked, sniffing.Amuka only chuckled."Are you tired of fighting?"Amuka asked, rather than answering her question."No... just. .that......"Eleuren said, thoughtless."Just that what?"Eleuren looked at Amuka, unsure of how to phrase her words.Amuka only looked at her and nodded." I understand."She paused and continued.
EPISODE 76 INVASION OF THE TIME REALM
The skies over the Time Realm had always shimmered with a soft golden hue. They bent and swayed gently with the unseen tides of the Continuum, the force that sustained all existence within the realm.But that day, something shifted.The air was heavier.The time currents faltered.Birds froze mid-flight, caught in eddies of fractured moments.Clocks ticked backward.In the high spires of the Citadel of Chronas, alarms flared.The citadel, home to the Chrona Wardens trembled.Its very foundation, built on stable time threads, threatened to collapse. From the great observatory dome, Guardians of the Eternal Forge peered into the Temporal Eye
THE WEIGHT OF VICTORY EPISODE 75
Previously, On Sword Of Vengeance The sky whispered silence, like a wound that had forgotten how to scream.Marcus stood at the edge of the crater, his breath steady, chest rising and falling with rhythm not born of exhaustion, but of resolution.The scorched earth beneath him crackled faintly with the last remnants of divine energy.Behind him, the world stirred.And the energy walls faded, letting the people breathe free air for the first time in what felt like eternity.But Marcus knew better.The silence was not peace.It was a breath before the next storm.He turned slowly.Each step forward
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