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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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The Sword Path I

For the next few standard days, Altair found himself engulfed in a sea of paperwork during the day, and at night, he would train tirelessly with his sword and art beneath the Endless Darkness. He would often gaze up at the stars; his curiosity piqued toward how much Babels Tower might have changed since he stormed out of its gates in a fit of rage. He deliberately avoided asking anyone or checking for himself, his anger still smoldering. Though he had successfully gained control over the Arbiter of the first floor, he chose to withdraw his forces now since they were needed across the Outer Rim of his planet. 

Presently, he was outside beneath the endless night within the Eternal Garden, secretly watching Medussa tend to the colony of crops from a distance. A playful smile was present on her lips as she knelt over the mud, watering a particular herb—one he didn't recognize.