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Zenith Online: Rebirth of the Strongest Player

Death is sometimes not the end, and the zenith is empty. Legends rise and fall. Myths are born. Faced with death after a dismal fall from grace where glory, renown, and prominence were once found, Kieran's second chance is fueled by vengeance. It burns like a ruinous flame and drives Kieran's quest for power within and without. Though not an ingrate, he remains curious about why he returned to the past instead of dying. He has nothing but questions, but his death puts the beginning of his story into perspective, showing him that Zenith Online... is the beginning of the end — the end of the current Age. The zenith is empty and calls for someone to claim its throne, but to answer that call means to bear the consequences. Everything — especially choice — has a cost. Challenges lay in wait. The road to supremacy is wound in suffering, and to know the truth is to know madness. And so, the Maddened awakens...

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A Blissful Advancing

Kieran froze in shock, not knowing what he should have expected.

His mind had been somewhat empty during the final creative aspects, making him unsure of what he had created. He simply let his experience in stitching a soul together guide his weaving of the rune… and it worked.

Sort of. 

But he didn't have time to review what he had done. Following the execution of that final attempt at rune-work — blood-work, Kieran called it — the Zenith Frequency acknowledged his feat.

[Congratulations, soon-to-be Adept. That last attempt touched upon all of the criteria for a Unique Skill, even pouring a part of yourself into its final moments of creation.]

Kieran nodded somewhat dumbfoundedly.

"Is that what that final instance was?"

[Correct. That is why the Pentacle concluded the way it did. It drew inspiration from your burden. Hence its wrathful presence. Would you like the honors of naming it, or… would you have me do the honors?]