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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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Festival of Chaos: Blood

With one palm on Shadowclaw, those that belong to the stars and Babels Tower all locked onto Altair's group. 

"This isn't the time!" The Time Lord, Ragnar, shouted, wielding his silver cut glaive in one hand. "We need to take down these Pillars first. Killing one another can come second." He added, above his head, carrying the number identical to that of Altair and his team. 

Ragnar hadn't been too certain how Malzeen, as he knew him to be, was able to quantify how everyone was graded but figured it had to be based on bloodline or at least potential. Time Lords had been one of the top ten of all mortal races within the Myriad Heavens. Their ability to manipulate space and time was second only to Celestials.