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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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Second Floor of Babel's Tower II

Altair turned to look over his shoulder at Julia, who was pointing her finger at him, her other hand clutching her black and purple jaw. She was shaking, but there was fiery rage in her eyes. Beside her stood a young man. An unusually tall man with copper skin and yellow-green eyes that shone brightly like the moon. 

"Elder Grim?" Raven mused, her eyes flickering with curiosity as she glanced at her master. Altair, not in the mood for a discussion, simply shrugged. He chose to ignore the duo, his focus solely on pushing forward into the portal, with the others following suit. 

'Wait!" Julia barked, but by then, it was too late. 

They emerged from the portal gate as sounds of loud shouts emerged across the large courtyard, so high above the clouds that Altair thought he could touch the moon. Moonlight dripped onto the yard as his eyes were drawn to the lone figure atop the scaffold ten feet above the awakeners.