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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!!!!!"

Lord_Damocles · Fantasy
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The Black Lake

From the darkness, they emerged like apparitions, their gray faces cold as a Winter's breeze. Silent like a shadow, they moved in tandem with each other. 

Nia had been the first to arrive like a mirage of fog, catching Halvic off guard by the wrist with her spear.

Halvic returned to himself then, pulled by awe from the fog that clouded the mind. He thundered a wail that shook the earth, lifting dust from below, when he saw the glint of a spear's tip twist towards his throat. He panicked, reeling back to Alyssa's knee, cracking his skull open from the rear, propelling forward. 

Tears pooled like hot tar from his eyes as Nia's spear entered through the mouth, running him through without hesitation. He stiffened, gargling over the blade that did not quite kill him yet. 

Try as he could, he couldn't understand why he didn't sense anyone. He couldn't sense his foe's footsteps, her spear, or the one who struck him from behind.