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Empyrean Chronicles

The Empyrean Humans. The Paragon Beasts. The Ancient Faes. The Primal Devils. Each were the Embodiment and Personification of the Four Origin Ordinances. Each wielded power beyond the scope of the Heavens. And each, commanded a portion of the only Founding Realm in all Existence. Now then, what happens when these four overpowered Races decide to house their Bloodlines inside one vessel? It was... a resounding failure. Discarded and thrown into a Lower Realm, it would seem as though Osric, the result of a failed experiment, with no memory of anything prior, would be swept under the tides of the Martial Verse, never to be heard again, until... Until he Awakened. *** Cover is not mine. Found it on Google.

WeaverOfNightmares · Fantasy
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42 Chs

Menace

Osric stepped into the first first-rate room he found. While the young lad hadn't expected anything fanciful from the these so-called first-rate rooms, he still couldn't help but be a tiny bit surprised.

Of course, this wasn't at the beauty or the luxury. If it was beauty, his bathroom alone was a dozen times more beautiful than this. If it was luxury, his garden alone cost hundreds of thousands of Divine Crystals, a sum of money that could buy the whole Immortal World, let alone the Mortal World.

No, what marvelled him was the purposes of the Formations built in the room. One shielded all disturbances from the outside, and it worked vice versa, stopping all sounds from leaking outside. This was a Formation even his mansion back in the Fahren Clan didn't have, evidenced by the fact that Conrad could successfully disturb him while he was busy studying the cultivation techniques he collected from the Techniques' Hall.