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Cardinal: Advent of the Sloth

The world of Ariadne is vast with more to see and more to find than meets the eye... Magic is plenty and cultivation so great that legends speak of those few existences that cut the heavenly bodies of the gods from the celestial skies... But there is more to Ariadne than mere strength, than mere power, there are histories ancient, gods who walk the lands, royals, nobles and commoners who are forever in strife... In this world with thousands of realms each born from the great cataclysm that set the stage for 'the seventh age' to be born, there exists the Sacred Lineage of Royals who rule a hundred realms, this lineage being of Mercurion. It is here that Lucian our reincarnated vestige of the past shall be born, born to be called 'Prince 786' of the Merurion Empire... Strife exists in many forms and in this Sacred line in which even a name must be earned, strife is a double-edged sword that now brings the once so Great, the once so Sacred lineage of Mercurion down to its knees from within... But be warned... there is much unseen, much unknown of the reality you see, of the Prince called 786... Welcome to Ariadne!!! A world in which all truths can be revealed...

Silver72 · Fantasy
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171 Chs

048 – Jolt from the Past 2

 

Lucian blinked feeling vaguely aware of his surroundings even as images started to cloud his vision, he could see the interior of a room, a white ceiling with strange fixtures bobbed in and out of focus when he realised that he was being carried through the corridors of the palace.

 

Lucian's breath went haggard as he tried to resist the cloudy images forming in his mind but the more he fought against it the more futile his battle became until he realised that it was pointless and let the images wash over him.

 

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Lucian opened his eyes to see a pair of large green eyes looking down on him, several locks of loose brunette hair tickled his nose as they dangled from the woman looking down on him.

 

"That's creepy Elsie" Lucian felt himself say but his voice was so different, foreign even, and worst of all he had no control over his mouth.