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Zenith Online: Rebirth of the Strongest Player

Death is sometimes not the end, and the zenith is empty. Legends rise and fall. Myths are born. Faced with death after a dismal fall from grace where glory, renown, and prominence were once found, Kieran's second chance is fueled by vengeance. It burns like a ruinous flame and drives Kieran's quest for power within and without. Though not an ingrate, he remains curious about why he returned to the past instead of dying. He has nothing but questions, but his death puts the beginning of his story into perspective, showing him that Zenith Online... is the beginning of the end — the end of the current Age. The zenith is empty and calls for someone to claim its throne, but to answer that call means to bear the consequences. Everything — especially choice — has a cost. Challenges lay in wait. The road to supremacy is wound in suffering, and to know the truth is to know madness. And so, the Maddened awakens...

ApexPen · Games
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A Backshot

Raising his hand to block the rays of bright sunlight falling from the brilliant vista above, Altair weaved through the crowded thoroughfare with skillful footfalls.

He moved away from the Godhand Bazaar, nested in the busiest part of Aeredale City, transitioning to an equally active but uniquely populated part of the city. The streets were no longer thronged by civilians dressed in cloth garbs or merchants heralding cavalcades. 

Here, there were primarily people dressed in various armor, outfitted with many blades, shields, and other miscellaneous equipment. 

Beside Altair, Ezra kept up with swift, fluid movements. He was like a shadow moving through the crowd undetected and ignored. Perhaps that was the outcome he aimed for.