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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!!!!!"

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Baptism of Blood IV

As the battle raged, the earth beneath Iliana's feet began to writhe with unnatural might. Altair winced, ignoring the shooting pain, ignoring everything he shot forward with purpose. The Abyssal grinned, stomping down. 

The earth parted like the jaws of a savage beast, snapping shut around the prince, splintering a few mended bones before he could react; a stone beast clamped its jaws over his body, hurdling him miles into the air. He rocketed upwards, groaning at the sheer force propelling his body forward. 

From the ground, the stone golem began to take form, gaining two pairs of wings as large as twenty feet, draconic scales so precisely transfigured they seemed nearly real, alongside a long, clunky tail. A terrifying roar of a dragon tore at the skies as the stone golem took off.