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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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Fundamentals of War

Altair stared at the sacred flame in his hand, slowly turning to embers, unable to maintain its current form for longer than ten seconds. Without a base spell to cling to, his soul could not support the massive drain. Still, during that time, Morrigan laid waste to the hundreds of undead within the vicinity. She hadn't seemed to be in a rush, saving the majority of her mana by not using any big skills.

It had seemed obvious, but watching the grace with which Morrigan killed only seemed to highlight how much of a proficient killer she truly was. That much had been obvious. Yet, seeing her in action, Altair felt an odd sense of rivalry. He'd never felt this way before. After all, who in his generation, but those who experience rebirth, could face him?