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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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Soul Weapon II

For the longest time, Altair had found himself enthralled with the knowledge held within the school of Necromancy. Unlike the School of Animus, which focused on manipulating one's soul, the School of Necromancy, at least in its infancy, focused on manipulating other people's souls: A feat he'd been instinctually doing since he'd first resurrected Kirr. 

Fallen Necromancy had been proof of his talent. 

After learning the basics of Necromancy, the more he found that his Fallen Necromancy, which had always been stagnant, began to deepen in terms of proficiency in such a way, Tasha seemed almost concerned by how well he was mastering this branch of magic. It seemed almost inconceivable, but in just a month, he'd stepped into the realm of intermediate.