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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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454 Chs

The Thirteen Godhands

The Bolt shattered three of the four barriers, breaking into flecks of light beneath the scarlet dome surrounding Altair and his Forsaken. The seven runes burned like fire, rejecting the destruction that came from the skies. 

Suddenly, the air turned dry and acrid, devoid of Mana, that did not dwindle as if to be used but vanished all at once.

The faces of Transcendent men drained of color. The Barriers that were beginning to coalesce from where they had been broken began to dissolve like puddles of acid on the skin. The Mana Core that had been used to activate the Barriers shattered as the energy used was all eaten. 

The Heavens trembled and snarled. The winds snapped like caged beasts across the denizens of Inka.