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Chronicles of Eclipse

In a world where gods wield unimaginable power and ancient legends come to life, "Awakening of Eclipse" tells the epic tale of Eclipse Noctis, an ancient vampire whose legacy spans centuries. As the story begins, Eclipse finds himself facing a formidable assembly of godly beings in a battle that threatens to reshape the very fabric of reality.

YungnSenerity · 奇幻
分數不夠
15 Chs

Prologue: Shattered Legacy

During an age lost to history, Eclipse Noctis emerged as a force that overshadowed even the gods themselves. His power surged like an unstoppable tide, overwhelming all who dared to stand against him.

In the early days of this primordial conflict, Eclipse's might was undeniable. He engaged the deities one by one, a tempest of prowess and determination. With ease, he felled one of these god-like beings, his victory undeniable and swift.

Yet, as the cosmic battle raged on, Eclipse's brilliance began to wane. The gods united their strengths, recognizing the peril he posed. They turned the tide against him, their combined forces overwhelming his solitary might.

Amidst the celestial assembly, Eclipse stood defiant, his form an embodiment of ancient power. The god of thunder, his voice like the roar of a storm, spoke first. "This mortal dares challenge the divine? He is but a flicker against our brilliance."

The goddess of wisdom, her words a tapestry of insight, countered, "Do not underestimate him. He bears a lineage older than many civilizations, and his mastery of the arcane is a force to be reckoned with."

As the gods debated Eclipse's fate, he gazed upon them with an unwavering gaze, his crimson eyes reflecting the myriad complexities of his existence. And then, with a motion so swift it was nearly imperceptible, Eclipse advanced, his very presence a tempest of darkness.

The battle that ensued was a clash of cosmic forces, a symphony of power that sent shockwaves through the heavens. Eclipse's movements were a dance of shadows, his strikes calculated and precise. One by one, he engaged the deities, his power overwhelming each individual god with a display of might that defied mortal comprehension.

Eclipse fought valiantly, his power a beacon of defiance amidst a sea of opposition. But the odds were stacked impossibly high, and the battle against god-like powers was an uphill struggle.

His body bore the marks of their fury, each wound a symbol of their dominance. Yet, he pressed on, driven by the echoes of his legacy and the determination that had fuelled his centuries of existence.

As he unleashed a final desperate incantation, Eclipse hoped to sway the tide of battle. But the gods' collective power, like a tidal wave, crashed against his efforts.

The resulting explosion threw Eclipse to the ground, his vision blurred, his strength failing.

It was in this moment of vulnerability that the goddess of time, her presence both ethereal and enigmatic, seized her opportunity. With a swift, treacherous strike, she pierced Eclipse's heart, his form freezing in shock and pain. He staggered, his strength deserting him.

As he fell to the ground, his lifeblood mingling with the earth, a brief exchange transpired between the wounded warrior and the goddess who had betrayed him.

"Why?" Eclipse's voice was a mixture of pain and confusion.

The goddess of time, her tone remorseless, replied, "You were a threat to the very fabric of existence, Eclipse. This was the only way."

Betrayed by one he had once considered an ally, Eclipse's strength waned further. His form disintegrated, his being unraveling into nothingness, as if he were being erased from the annals of time itself.

the gods exchanged somber glances. The god of thunder spoke, his voice carrying the weight of their victory. "He challenged the divine, and though he fell, his legacy is etched into the tapestry of time."

The goddess of wisdom added, her words a contemplative breeze, "Perhaps his defiance was a testament to the indomitable nature of mortality."

"He has left his mark upon the cosmos," the deity of balance intoned, his voice a reflection of the delicate equilibrium they all upheld.

"He was a formidable presence," mused the deity of wisdom, her voice a gentle breeze carrying ancient truths.

"But his fate was written," added the god of fate, his tone an echo of inevitability. "A destiny intertwined with darkness."

"He was both a harbinger of shadow and a guardian of equilibrium," the goddess of balance intoned, her words a harmonious blend of cosmic resonance.

Eclipse Noctis, an esteemed forebearer within the annals of the ancient vampire lineage, emerged from the depths of history, his origins shrouded in enigmatic twilight. Within the tapestry of time, his presence marked the inception of a bloodline that would weave its way through the centuries, a testament to the eternal dance between darkness and immortality.

Born when the world was still in its infancy, Eclipse bore witness to epochs long past, a witness to the shifting tides of humanity and the ever-changing nature of existence. His existence was intertwined with the ebb and flow of civilizations, each rise and fall etching its mark upon his timeless being.

With features that seemed to capture the very essence of nightfall, Eclipse possessed an allure that both attracted and terrified. His raven-dark hair cascaded like a silken waterfall, contrasting the pallor of his skin that spoke of his detachment from the sun's embrace. Eyes as deep as the abyss themselves, crimson as the blood that coursed through his immortal veins, held the secrets of countless nights and whispered tales of forgotten histories.

From the earliest nights, Eclipse exhibited an affinity for the arcane that surpassed mortal comprehension. His mastery of ancient, forbidden arts became a symphony of power, a melody that resonated through the ages. As the first of his kind, his capabilities were a reflection of the potential that this vampiric lineage would eventually unleash upon the world.

Through epochs of shadow and light, Eclipse wandered the earth, a figure both feared and revered. He was a predator of the night, a being that found sustenance in the life force of mortals. But he was also a guardian, a protector of the realms that lay beyond the reach of human senses, warding off malevolent forces that sought to breach the fragile barrier between worlds.

The gods stood in triumphant silence, their power having overcome a once-mighty foe. But as the echoes of the battle subsided, a whisper of Eclipse's determination and sacrifice remained—a promise that his legacy was far from extinguished. In the end, it was a beginning, a prelude to a reawakening that would echo through the ages.