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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...

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Dance of Death

Hunched over and holding his rear with nonstop sniffles, Bastion felt a sensation similar to phantom pain. Though the arrow that had ruthlessly pierced his ass was gone, the memory of the entire situation remained, and that made it next to impossible for Bastion to scrub from his mind.

"My poor tushy," Bastion complained, weeping with a disconsolate and sorrowful expression. "I'm no longer chaste. I've been violated in the worst of ways, and no one is consoling me. My heart is aching so much."

"Nah, I just think that's your ass still aching, mate," Nemean quipped, earning an apt gale of laughter from Lux, Ezra and Altair. On the flip side, he received nothing but a hateful glare from Bastion.

"Whatever, you damned asshole," Bastion seethed, bristling like an enraged hound. However, that rage wasn't as intimidating as he suspected it to be. In fact, it garnered a reaction opposite of what he expected, and the blame mainly was his to bear.