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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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Tasha I*

The Duchess' aura began to falter when she realized all that had occurred. She quivered, glancing at the Medarc as she asked, unable to help her voice from cracking, "Will he be alright?" 

"It's a poison. Mana Poisoning, to be exact," the Medarc calmly revealed, his fingers deftly striking several Acupuncture points around Noctis's young body. "It's evil in origin. Something I've seen only among those outside the Veil. Fortunately, Noctis was not exposed for that long. He'll be fine with a few days of sleep and a few prescribed pills." 

Before Corsant could allow herself a sigh of relief, she asked, "Could it have been those Five?" 

"That is the most logical—-" 

"It wasn't us!" Alvar shouted. "We'd never we—" 

Altair smiled when he heard the door slam open. There, they saw an elderly man struggling to stand, leaning forward on his cane. Wrinkled as he was ancient with a head full of grey.