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Emperor's Reckoning

Heaven, hell, and the world themselves have forgotten a prominent figure that once stood at the pinnacle. Alas, the said figure himself forgot who he was. Lyon is a young man who lived a leisurely life on earth. Not much was said except that he enjoyed such a life. However, one fateful night sent him to the world where killing is not a sin, alchemy is a thing, and magic cultivation is not imaginary. Immediately after being sent to this world. He is met with a beautiful woman who rumbled the earth and cracked the very firmament under the mortals' eyes. Selena is her name. She claimed to be his wife, the first one of three. However, their meetings didn't last long due to circumstances that he has yet understood. With one wedding ring on his finger that contained half of his past power, he sets forth to find Cecile, the woman whom Selena said is a queen in Blue Continent, the other wife that he adored then. But, he lacked focus at times, and combined with his whimsical nature, he often finds himself, in unusual situations. His smirk and lazy demeanor brought nothing but trouble for himself and the others around him. His relentless nature of stealing, his rebellious adolescence year, and the capability to smile by the teeth of a gnawing dragon brought his charm to a height that fairies once forget. Though his perverted nature often gets them to scurry away almost immediately, those that stayed long enough to know him better, know the redeeming qualities of Lyon Torga as a whole. Regardless! His arrival in this world has rotated an old cog of fate that those old monsters and old kings in the ages of the ancients, would have never guessed to be working again.

Big_Yellow · Fantasy
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Kesya Afsieh

"You're a high elf..." muttered Galaeron to the surprise of his two subordinates. 

The foreign term brought Lyon furrowing his brows. (High elf? Do elves still have something to differentiate themselves from their own kin?).

"High elf, you're a high elf," muttered the dark elf before he gulped. "But... you're also..."

"A high dark elf," Kesya smiled before one of her eyes turned dark plum. "Heh," she smirked.

Lyon sighed before grabbing the top of her head and then rustling her hair, "That's enough showing off."

"Ah, my hair!" Kesya pouted but crossed her arms instead of tapping his hand away. 

"That's that," said Lyon before he crossed his arms and darted back at the two elves.

"Impossible..." the dark elf took a step back.

"Huh?" Galaeron leered over. He saw the dark elf tremblings from his hair to his toes. The absurd fear was apparent as his pupils shrunk to a dot. "Accursed child..."