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Emperor's Reckoning

Heaven, hell, and the world themselves have forgotten a prominent figure that once stood at the pinnacle. Alas, the said figure himself forgot who he was. Lyon is a young man who lived a leisurely life on earth. Not much was said except that he enjoyed such a life. However, one fateful night sent him to the world where killing is not a sin, alchemy is a thing, and magic cultivation is not imaginary. Immediately after being sent to this world. He is met with a beautiful woman who rumbled the earth and cracked the very firmament under the mortals' eyes. Selena is her name. She claimed to be his wife, the first one of three. However, their meetings didn't last long due to circumstances that he has yet understood. With one wedding ring on his finger that contained half of his past power, he sets forth to find Cecile, the woman whom Selena said is a queen in Blue Continent, the other wife that he adored then. But, he lacked focus at times, and combined with his whimsical nature, he often finds himself, in unusual situations. His smirk and lazy demeanor brought nothing but trouble for himself and the others around him. His relentless nature of stealing, his rebellious adolescence year, and the capability to smile by the teeth of a gnawing dragon brought his charm to a height that fairies once forget. Though his perverted nature often gets them to scurry away almost immediately, those that stayed long enough to know him better, know the redeeming qualities of Lyon Torga as a whole. Regardless! His arrival in this world has rotated an old cog of fate that those old monsters and old kings in the ages of the ancients, would have never guessed to be working again.

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The WAR XI - The Tetragram Chariot

The battlefield was eerily still, the once-deafening roar of the clash reduced to an unnatural silence. Dust hung heavy in the air, a choking veil that obscured everything from view. The world seemed to hold its breath, unwilling to disturb the aftermath of such a cataclysmic moment.

Shattered remnants of Paradise drifted aimlessly, caught in the stillness of the air. The seraphs froze, their wings limp and trembling as they hovered, unable to process what had transpired. Even the spirits of the Empyreans, who had fought so valiantly, found themselves motionless, their forms flickering faintly within the shroud of dust.

Rakumtatak gripped his axe, his knuckles pale, but he did not move. Eleandril, high above in Nostria, lowered his bow ever so slightly, his breath shallow. Maria clutched her staff tighter, her lips parted as if to speak but no words escaped. All eyes strained toward the veil of dust, the void where the two titans had stood moments before.