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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 · Fantasi
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Fifth Form, Zensu

In the cross-flashes of spears rioting against one another, casting tremors far and wide, Nia's dual pupils granted foresight, projected shadowy images of herself and her opponent dancing around their main body and brawling with their spears before they disbursed into a mist. Nia's eyes flashed, curling her lips upwards as she jerked her spear up at an angle, catching the Elder Skeleton where its heart ought to have been if it were still alive. 

The obsidian bones of the strange skeleton shattered into a fine mist, blown away by the force of Nia's strike. The impact was so powerful that it left a gaping hole in the skeleton's body, taking out half of it. 

"A… F…Fine…Spear…" the Elder Skeleton muttered as the azure flames within its hollow sockets faded to embers.