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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
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RISE OF THE ORIGINAL 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.
RISE OF THE ORIGINAL 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
RISE OF THE ORIGINAL CHAPTER 1 THE PROTECTOR
Kalus plummeted through the void, his screams swallowed by the endless expanse of shifting, prismatic light. The world above spiralled away, shrinking into a distant pinprick of sunlight until it vanished altogether. Darkness enveloped him, and his consciousness dissolved into nothingness. He jolted. He gasped, coughing as he regained his senses. Cool, damp soil pressed against his cheek, gritty and damp. The distant roar of waves filled his ears, their rhythm steady and hypnotic. And slowly, he pushed himself up on trembling arms, blinking against the brightness of the sun now hanging low in the sky. Before him stretched an endless ocean, its waters shimmering with hues of gold and silver under the fading light. The salty breeze stung his face as he took in the vast, alien expanse. He touched his chest, confirming he was alive. But where was he? And more importantly, how had he survived? He groaned, crawling to the ocean, drinking greedily from its waves till he quenched his
RISE OF THE ORIGINAL CHAPTER 2 THE PROTECTOR II
"I won't let you die, I promise. " Kalus said sobbing. He began to rack his brain, desperately thinking of a way to save her. He knew for sure that he couldn't have leapt that high into the air without the help of the throbbing mark. If the mark could aid him in achieving a stunt like that, it should be able to save her in one way or the other. Although he doubts if it will ever work on his own accord, he's still willing to try. He gently laid Cathiana on the grass, removing the knife plunged into her heart and press down on the wound to stop the bleeding while he closed his eyes in agitation. "Heal! Heal !!" He muttered, frustration building as he tried to channel the mark on his wrist to work in his favour. "Shit !!" He cursed slamming his bloody palm on the grass beside her. "Why on earth is it not working? Focus! Kalus focus !" He rasp trying harder. Slowly, a sense of comfort washed over him, and his soul transcended to a serene realm surrounded by tranquil waters.
RISE OF THE ORIGINAL CHAPTER 3 THE STRANGE
Lord Azril's cautiously slid the curtains open, his grey brows furrowing as he peeps outside. "Father, what's wrong?" Princess Lirl asked alarmed. "I don't know, let's hope we're not in for another bad day." Lord Azril sighed and shook his head. About to unlock the carriage door, he paused hesitantly facing Princess Lirl again. "Lock this door behind me and don't do anything stupid till you hear from me". Lord Azril warned, gripping her slender shoulder. Despite seeing his daughter's paled face underneath the white veil there's nothing he could do. Princess Lirl bites her lower lips, fidgeting. "I promise.......but..." She started, but Lord Azril interrupted. "What?" Princess Lirl shook her head. "Nothing. Be safe out there." She muttered, caressing the ribbons attached to her gown nervously. Lord Azril nodded and patted her shoulders gently. "I will Lirl" With that, he climbed down from the carriage. And asked for a briefing from one of his warrio
RISE OF THE ORIGINAL CHAPTER 4 THE MAN WHO HAD REFUSED TO DIE
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RISE OF THE ORIGINAL CHAPTER 5 SEED OF HATRED
"Yes my Lord." General Bale saluted. "Good, let her know we'll be moving by sunset tomorrow." Lord Azril said, discarding his presence. "Yes my Lord " General Bale saluted. "You may take your leave, Bale." Lord Azril sighed and settled back to sit. General Bale saluted one last time and turned to the door, opening it and disappearing behind it. He stopped briefly ruminating on what Lord Azril had discussed with him. He's right; after all, hoping that Princess Lirl could fall in love with him is wishful thinking. Instead of returning to her tent, he headed in the opposite direction. "Bale !" She called his name. General Bale froze in his tracks. She seems to be been waiting for him to come out. This lady will be his destruction if he isn't careful. Instead of turning to face her, he just continued walking onward. "Are you avoiding me now because my Father told you to ?" She asked, hurrying after him. "No " General Bale fired back, avoiding her. "What do you take me
RISE OF THE ORIGINAL EPISODE 6 SWEATS OF BLOOD
Previously, on Sword Vengeance, General Bale spreads a blanket on the carpet grass and lies on it. Enjoying the silent night to himself while he stares at the beautifully eerie moon glowing amidst the sky. Which made him remember his childhood days. If his family had not been attacked and killed in the war, he wouldn't be right now working under Lord Azril. "Bale " Princess Lirl called out from the shadows. General Bale became rigid, sitting upright. He was surprised that Princess Lirl would seek him out at this hour. "Princess?" General Bale called, unsure if the voice he heard was hers. Princess Lirl came out of nowhere and stood before him. She was wearing a transparent silver gown that illustrated her physique underneath. Her appearance tonight gave an impression of a warrior to General Bale. But he doubted if she could fight. "Ahem, can I sit?" She cleared her throat; she was kinda nervous. "You haven't told me what you're doing h
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EPISODE 80 BENEATH ASHFALL HOLLOW The journey to
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EPISODE 79 ARROW OF JUDGEMENT
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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.
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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
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EPISODE 77 CHRONICLES OF THE CONTINUUM: THE INTERNAL ASCENDANCY AND THE ARROW OF FLAME
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