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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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The Lich II

Altair gave a fanged smile. "Of course. I'll lead." He bounded forward at a speed that left behind an afterimage. Nia was quick to return to his shadow while Siena, Tasha, and Morrigan scrambled after him, racing down a set of corridors and stairs before they were once more placed in a formation trap. However, before Tasha could break it, it shattered, as Altair didn't even bother to pause, using his Omniscience to break whatever formation might get in his way. 

Tasha nearly tipped over, catching herself, utterly amazed. She'd only gone over the basics of formations, but Altair was already breaking a Fifth Staged one. It was mind-boggling, so much so that she felt her belly set ablaze with a fire she knew all too well.