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Diaries Of Dark Entanglements: Balance and Power

Our story begins on a planet called Gieă in a Continent called 'Eclispe of the Oceans' where chaos slowly unfolds with its influence slowly spreading into the entire world. This is a slow-paced story that follows multiple characters shaped ruthlessly by desires and passion. A young dragon princess thirsty for acknowledgement, A prisoner breaking free from fate, A shadow who would die for his master, A light without a source and a question without an answer. Some fight for power, some fight to destroy, some fight to save, some fight for freedom, some fight for love, some fight for vengeance and some fight from duty. They all bleed, some of them fall, some grow and some lose sight of their purpose while consciously or unconsciously trying to find one thing,.. Balance. In a world riddled by chaos where 'good people and bad people' have been replaced by the terms 'winners or losers', where greed determines justice and vanity replaces passion, where energies conflicts, wars emerge and ruthlessness gets imprinted by experience into the hearts of even the most innocent and brave heroes. They stand for their desire and themselves with a riddle left unanswered from the very beginning of time,.. "What truly is balance?.." Follow our main characters through their dramatic struggles for answers as the choices they make influences themselves and their world. THIS IS A SLOW-PACED STORY AND THERE WOULDN'T BE LOTS OF ACTION SCENES AT THE BEGINNING BUT AS TIME PROGRESSES, SCENES LIKE THIS WOULD BE MORE COMMON. TRUST ME, THIS IS A STORY WORTH THE INVESTMENT OF READING!.

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AN OPERATION IN SACCURRUS: HOME OF THE WILD.

Meanwhile..

***In Continent 'Eclipse of the Ocean' North West Region -Saccurrus- also known as the home to the wild.

See breeze, warm atmosphere, gorgeous sky..

     It is truly a beautiful afternoon by the seaside with the sun reflecting brilliantly over the sea, the ships sailing their way through the Oceans and the gruff man and women of all races doing whatever depraved acts they wanted on the streets.

     Come to think of it for a place that's considered the home to the wild, there is never truly a bad day,.. just bad things and people. The prostitutes on the streets, the roaming drunkards, the pirates, the mercenaries, bounty hunters, skilled thieves and the few guards who have no intentions of restoring order and are just present to let their presence be shown.

     The general atmosphere is as rowdy as a faulty engine but this rowdy is absolutely normal to the people and cultivators who thrive in the area yet all of a sudden, something not in the lines of the everyday roudy script happens.

     *BLAST!!!!!!!*

     A massive blast resounds with a showcase of destruction pushing out of a small Inn near the seaside.

     The Inn responsible for the commotion looks as ordinary as ever with mouldy and wet walls, tattered roof and questionable stability to its one storey structure.

     Cultivators were definitely trading blows in the Inn and while this isn't unusual, the magnitude of this blast and its mana-wave speaks of an intense battle between atleast Rank 3 cultivators.

      The people nearby the Inn immediately made a run for their lives and even the drunkards were immediately washed out of their stupor while rushing out but some distinct characters did the exact opposite. Black hooded figure on the streets comes out from different corners and shadows as they raced towards the inn with inhumane speed and movement skills.

     About to get to the Inn, the figures voilently pulled off their dark hoods to reveal sharp blue and gold armours and weapons strapped to their backs.

People kept their distance and watched in excitement as they recognised the sharp visuals of the elite's powerful enough to wear those armour colours and brands..

     There is no longer a shred of doubt about it,.. this activity is a military operation and the destruction to come is completelyinevitable. The grounds trembles and ripples like water as one of these elite figure runs with her cape chasing behind her and then she suddenly strikes both her legs at the same time against the ground with a massive flow of mana pouring from her leg and into the floor.

     Like an arrow with the floor being her bow, she shoots straights at the wall of the second storey with the floor acting as her push hence revealing her pathwaybas an Earth Mage.

Her cape slaps brutally against the wind as her body moves in seconds about to hit against the solid wall of the upper storey of the hill..

In air and in fast motion, the female soldier pulls off her spear and holds it firmly for a stab in her right hand while her left hand directs another flow of mana with visible strain in her expression.

     The bricks of the wall rearranges with sand and dust bursting out in an instant while leaving a rough square window for her to make an enterance. From the bounce on the floor to the time in the air to the grip of the spear and then the opening of the wall,.. all of this only took seconds yet the female elite soldier didn't lose even a single bit of momentum as her spear charges up with an overdose of mana with a rune at its tip activating.

     With a determined fire in her eyes and the wind rushing past her ears, she gives a sharp exhale through her parted lips as her spear strikes into the head of the shocked figure standing directly behind the opened wall she has just created in the wall of the Inn.

     The other party tries to turn around to retaliate or atleast escape but even the thought of escape in his mind couldn't completely become processed before a searing hot and mana filled spearhead burns through his face and into the centre of his brain.

     The downwards strike pushes his entire body to the ground and the final sensation he feels is a heavy metal kneepad landing heavily atop his chest.

     With one knee on his chest and her hand still gripping hard on the metal of her shining spear, Female Soldier Julian breaths heavily as her mind registers the sucess of the one-strike kill of someone a complete Rank above her own!.

     Julian has no time to celebrate as she lifts her gazes up to see the shocked look of four other people at her caped figure kneeling on top of the chest of one of their master.

     *Aaarggghh..*, A shout filled with rage rings out as one of them loses it and charges straight at her with his sword pulled out for blood.

     Julian pulls out her spear tip from the head of their 'master' without fear despite the weakness of low mana levels in her body and then she whips her no-lomger-glowing spear tip in a arch at the guys leg while sweeping him brutally to the ground with a broken bone.

She rolls off the body of her first kill then ignores the fallen Rank one weakling for now and charges straight at another weakling who tries to move out of the inn's room in fear but her spearhead is faster as it kisses into his chest at a wild speed before Julian gives a ruthless pull out with blood splattering everywhere and his body falling to the ground.

     Their current room is small so changing direction is easy for her as she kicks the wall to dive straight at the only door in the room which the last two 'minions' are about to use to escape.

     Her spear stabs through both of them with its bloodied tip hitting the wall beside the wall like judgement from heaven.

One of them was knocked out immediately but the other tries to grab the robed of her spear while spitting out blood and broken organs. Julian steps forward and with a sharp twist of her spear that brings a straining sound out of her mouth, she feels the life in the duo drain completely as they go limp but what she's not expecting is for the door she's now standing in front of to completely explode with such force and heat that she is sent flying backwards and away from her spear then into the messy bed at the other end of the room. 

     Blood out of her lips, armour tattered by burns, wall behind her back cracked, injury to her spine and her right leg in an unnatural angle. The heat wave through the room slaps against her skin painfully while making her groan in pain as she clenches her bloodied teeth with a thick wooden splinter from the door now in her shoulder.

     She focuses on breathing lightl with her mana immediately moving to hold together her shaken organs. There is no doubt about it,.. that blast is a stray attack from a Rank 3 fire Mage!.

     Julian feels her sight getting a bit blurry and her consciousness dizzying but she os somehow conscious enough to see as the figure of someone in the room struggles but eventually rises off the ground with a terrible stagger.

     His clothes burnt into ash and rag from the heat wave, he left leg is in a painful limb but there's still a sword in his hand.

     *F*ck*, She couldn't help but swear internally as she remembers the last person in the room whom she didn't kill but instead broke his leg with a swipe of her spear.

     The guy approaches her with a blackened face and a weak stagger yet he still retains enough strenght to yell madly in a cracked voice, "The truth will prevail!, death to blasphemers!!!..".

     His blade raises to the air while standing in front of the weak female who has killed his master. Amger builds up as he pours in all the mana he could gather in his broken body into his sword with its tip targeting the very defenceless chest of Julian body.

Julian blurry gaze becomes a bit clearer in the face of the blade and then..

     *SLASH*..

     A sword falls while claiming a life.

*THUD!..*

     Julian broken heart races in tension and relieve as she watches the lifeless body of the mad cultist falling to the ground with his sword dropping down. She sees as man wearing the same armour as her stands behind the body of the mad cultist who almost killed her with fresh blood on his swords blade.

     She almost chuckled in releive but ended up coughing out blood at the entire situation. To think that she would have fallen at the hands of that Rank One weakling If not for help arriving at the last second.

     "Are you OK?..", The man asks while looking at her slumped down bloodied, burned and broken figure.

     Julian raises her brow as such an obviously stupid question as her bloody face stares at the other soldiers bloodied and scarred amour like she's looking a a pure idiot.

     The other man nods his head in slight embarrassment at his own words before pulling out a glassy circular alchemy pill from the symbol of his armour and brings it to Julian lips.

     Julian hesitates for a moment knowing fully well how much every product of alchemy costs but still she opens up her mouth and accepts the pill before rolling it down her pained throat with a load of saliva.

     The effects of the peak Rank One pill comes immediately with her body heating up and fixing itself back to seventy percent even though her mana levels remained dangerously low.

     Within five more minutes, all fighting has died down and Julian hops back to her feet with a limp as her broken leg couldn't yet fully heal.

     "Thank you..", She says to her fellow soldier who has just saved her from the closing jaws of death.

     The other soldier nods his head in acceptance of her thanks with his gaze on the body of her first kill who has a scorched spear stab in his face.

     "How did you kill him?, he was a Rank three Warrior..", He asks with a small frown on his face as he looks at the dead body of the former powerhouse.

     Julian is a peak level Rank 2 Earth Mage and although being a Mage gives her more advantage than a Warrior, it would still be extremely difficult to kill a Rank Three Warrior.

     "..Surprise, A Rank two one-use rune on my spearhead, a lot of calculation and desperation for reward points. It also helped that the fool never got proper training and haven't stabilised his Rank.", Julian says as she moves towards the corpse of the dead early level Rank 3 Warrior.

     Looking towards his face, she sees the signature pointy ears that signify he is an elf. Elves were known for their purity but this one..

     *Gruggle**Gruggle*..*Cough*..*Spit!*.

     Julian scrapes thick Saliva from the walls of her throat before spitting a mix of saliva and blood on the Dead Elven Cultist face.

     She bends down by his side and takes away all of the dead cultist's valuables except the small dimensional  storage bag by his side that is no bigger than a coin purse.

     Her reward points for killing a Cultist an entire rank above her own leaves her mouth watering, points for her other small kills would also count so for Julian despite the near death situation today, life is good.

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