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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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Cataclysm I

In the following months that skimmed by, a steady decline of Watchers and Soul Kings became visible from the skies, leaving a mere hundred in total. 

Ever since Ariane had begun incorporating various formations amongst the Watchers, they had managed to encircle various Soul Kings that were far more difficult to handle than others. It had been Altair to point out that no one Soul King held the ability to take down a single Watcher. A truth Ariane had been ashamed to learn. Starting small, they designated a team of thirty to ambush those who focused on a single target. 

War was brutal, and fighting in three dimensions had created far more opportunities for Altair and Ariane to incorporate various formations. Such a feat had forced the Soul Kings to begin their ambush from the ground rather than the air.