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Shadow of the Abyss

The Old Gods are gone. Lost and Forgotten, their honor shattered and their kingdoms broken by treachery. The Peace of the Myriad Heavens has been severed. And from the ashes of war and chaos, the Twin Towers of Babel have been created as a beacon of hope. Can Altair, a child born of the Old Gods whose name has long since been forgotten, survive, or will he be cast into the Nine Hells? *** "So..." Arsene continued, enjoying his child's flush expression. "I've got a few things to teach you. What I'm about to give you is some peak wisdom. Think of it as my Ten Commandments: One, never trust a bitch with red hair. Trust me on this. Two, the pull-out game is not a real thing. She will get pregnant. Three—" "F-Father…" " —Never get yourself more than one wife. It sounds fun. It is fun. But it's truly a nightmare. You better be writing this stuff down. This is some grade-A wisdom right here. Four. "...Please stop talking…" The Prince pleaded. "Shhhhh. Just let this happen. Four…Bro's before hoes isn't a thing. The hoes come first. Remember, Booty is more important than Wa— " "STOP!!!!!"

Lord_Damocles · Fantaisie
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Athena III

"So here's my gift to you. With your permission, I would like to fuse Gaia into Earth."

"What does that mean?" said the prince, shaken by his prescient warning of some unnamed amalgamation within the maelstrom of his subconscious. And he thought, 'Was this a trap? A game to give myself over to her?' 

"It's as it sounds. With my authority, I seek to fuse Themiscyra into your world, granting Earth a higher level of Mana, better fighters, higher fertility rates, knowledge, and more." 

Her words appeared sincere, and perhaps they were. But was this the right move?

Athena seemed to sense the apprehension and said, "It would not just be Themiscyra. But many other realms across Gaia herself." —Altair's brow jumped, but he allowed her to continue without pause—" Dungeons as you know them to be are mere fragments of a single realm. Some are large; others are small. Some possess borders, others do not. It all depends on the God who crafted the trial."