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Blood For Magic

Orion's life, marred by relentless tragedy, takes a dark turn with his grandfather's final message, unveiling the existence of an Ancient Organization and entrusting him with a foreboding task. With only a tattered map fragment and the burden of his family's shadowed legacy, Orion plunges into a world where malevolent magic holds it's sway over all and ancient terrors lurk within every corner. In this treacherous landscape where the lines between good and evil blur, even the gods play their hand, their motives as inscrutable as they are terrifying. Where will the sinister map drag him? What malevolent secrets make the gods so untrustworthy? And why was he fated to bear this harrowing burden? Only time will unveil the dread truths. As Orion delves deeper into the nightmare, he faces a destiny steeped in shadows, where survival means defying fate itself. For in a world where gods are either all-powerful or all-good, one thing is certain: they cannot be both.

DivineCrimson · Fantasía
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128 Chs

pièce de résistance

The master of silver arena stood at the highest level of the building, his figure draped in a luxurious black robe intricately etched with silver threads. His black, impassive eyes peered down at the arena through the slits of his dull golden mask. The mask, unique yet untraditional in design, covered only the upper half of his face. Aorned with swirling, abstract patterns that seemed to dance in the dim light, it accentuated the cold, calculated gaze of the man who wore it.

"Now, for the pièce de résistance," the master of the arena declared with nostalgia. With a snap of his fingers, he summoned a massive screen into existence, that suspended mid-air abive the arena. The screen illuminated, capturing the moment Orion had seized Akazar by the collar, frozen in time just before the tyrant's tragic demise.