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Shrine Of Legacies

A long-forgotten servant has been loyal for countless years doing his mandated daily activities. Before his masters were destroyed, he served. After they were annihilated, he served. Until the very object of his assignment was destroyed he felt free and became free. Zamright was left with no path, no goals and he was never a child with lofty ambition. In the countless years he performed his assignment he had dampened his emotions to the lowest level. However, as he returned to his motherland, he was met with a multitude of choices: should he leave it to be destroyed, or should he save it? With no grand desire to be a ruler, one thing led to another and before he realized what had happened he was sitting on the highest throne of the Great Lantern, commanding absolute power and authority! Reigning over ancient monsters, beasts and old souls of the forgotten past and mundane people. Contending against the whole world, clashing with conceptual monsters and winning! However, he was blinded to the true nature of the ancient land—the Great Lantern. The whole world is terrified of that cursed land, and the only way to save it is to rip it up from the crust and flip it back to Earth! By the schemes of the hidden hands, by the countless hax from the shadows, by the monstrous intention of the darksides, by the strange abilities of Source Wilders, Zamright was controlled, swayed in matters of Nation wealth and many hid behind him silently for their desire to be fulfilled. But with every passing day, he grew stronger and broke from the shackles, gleaned through their insidious nature and countered in the most silent way conceivable, until his Sovereignty was absolute! But the layers of the schemes are older than the stars themselves! ***** Peace Dreamers are waiting for their Messiah. The Ancient Titan Moon was disdestroyed. The arrival of the Messiah. Throne Relic has chosen a new master. Seed of Hope was planted in everyone. "These are the signs of another Great War" Cardinal Of Knowledge sighed, "can we survive again?" even as a knowledge devourer he doesn't have the answer.

Black_Turban · Fantasy
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Frost Fiend

Exalted Tattoos held a lot of secrets for the servants, it recorded their sincere services to the race and also stored multiple rewards for them.

Zamright didn't bother himself from learning the working of the tattoo, all he knew was it allowed him to advance.

Sleeping on the snow and due to the wind and fallen snow he has become akin to a snow mound. Deep in slumber he enjoyed the cold seeping into his bones.

That helped him see numerous dots of abilities. He can choose any of them and they will manifest on his body.

There are only four clans of Exalted Race, the Exalted Pure who have control over bodily energy. That includes the heat and cold energy, electric currents and motions that come about due to workings of the body. These, as far as Zamright knew, come about and make the Exalted Energy.

The next race was well known by many, most believed they were the only ones that exited—the Exalted Blood

They have absolute dominion over blood in their body and others. They developed Blood Sustenance Ability which allowed one to purify blood and other fluid to create a pure essence that can be consumed.

A human can have his blood purified to live longer than usual. They also have numerous abilities that defy reasons.

The next race were known to be more arrogant than most, they are as secluded as Exalted Pure, not because of their weakness but their strength.

They are known as Exalted Physicality.

When it comes to pure strength, body alteration, morphing and transformation, they have dominion over it. It's impossible to win a battle of stamina against them, or outright kill them.

Exalted Blood have insane regeneration and can reformed their body no matter how mangle it was but Exalted Physicality are outright monsters, they recover from everything. The world knows that you don't fight them but only restrain them.

The series of abilities that was shown to Zamright came from Exalted Physicality. He saw an ability to change his size at will, another ability that can grant him limitless stamina, another one that can make him morph his hand into a blade.

One particular ability scared him as he can transform into any monster he sees but with a down side that if he liked it too much then he will permanently become the monster.

Another transformation ability scared him more was a transformation into the most hideous abomination his mind can conjure.

But another transformation terrified him to his core. It was of an entity that has no reason or guide, it doesn't know what it was and no one should and if one seeks it they will be devoured.

Zamright immediately pulled his mind from the ability nods. Exalted Races have numerous secrets and he knows he isn't qualified to know them all. Heck, he doesn't want to.

Rather than choose, there was a guide that said to him whenever he was overwhelmed by choices then let everything flow naturally. An ability that was best suited for him now and forever will choose him instead. Zamright did just that.

He felt his skin has a layer on top and what the ability can do entered his mind.

"Coating?" Zamright muttered confused.

The ability allowed him to Coat almost everything under the layer of another skin. He can Coat his body with a thick additional skin to reduce cold or other injuries.

Zamright sighed as he felt a tinge of regrets, there were alot of amazing abilities but it was only this one that chose him. One thing he knew was that how one uses the ability determines it's useful and so he settled his heart and accepted it.

The snow mound shook and a young boy with rosy skin came out of it. His body shivered as he frowned, the added coated rosy skin on his body has made him more sensitive to the cold.

The snow wind was strong and so it hurtled his Attire's back and tried to push him away.

Amidst that hurricane Zamright saw cold blue ice eyes in the wind staring at him.

"One of the coveted resources of the Frost Land!" Zamright muttered as he observed the giant Frost Wolf. It was extremely strong, fast and had crystalline icy fangs that freezed its prey when bitten.

The Frost wolf can't live anywhere but here as it helped it maintain its fangs and battle shape, anywhere else they melted and the wolf died.

Few adventurers came from the fang as preserving them was harder than killing the wolf itself, not that it was easier, but its eyes were something else.

The Ice Blue Eyes have numerous uses from making medicine, to helping in certain Frost abilities, some use it as ornamentals in their house or jewelry that bring about constant cold or resistance to cold.

But the majority of adventurers desire the eyes because it allowed them to see the incoming of the Wolf Packs. When you see one, you see at least a hundred. The wolves don't take any chances in this land given the situation there are other dangerous monsters lurking around.

Where they lack in strength they compensate in numbers and because of that they are the strongest beast faction in Frost Land.

Zamright has come across a lot of them but they never attacked him. They always observe from a distance and let him be.

"Hi!" Zamright smiled and said while waving his hand at the wolf. The ice blue eyes glowed before it backed away until it vanished.

"They are very intelligent. Unlike that one, barbarians!" Zamright said to himself.

He had met the three major factions on the Frost Land, the first and most territorial beast being the wolves. Whenever he steps on another Alpha territory the alpha will come to observe him before it leaves.

The second faction were the bears. They have white furry coats and milky frost eyes. The young and weak ones including the female always move in packs of ten. As for the males, they move alone, when they kill a prey their roars will attract the closest bears to feast on.

Zamright heard about them but never met one. They are as cunning as wolves but not as friendly. They avoid those they don't want to fight but when they meet they will fight to the death.

The last faction are monsters called Frost Fiend, they are not as intelligent but very violent, they attack anything moving as long as it has blood in it. When they kill they bathe in their prey's blood to feel the warmth before they eat the flesh.

Frost Fiend kills even if they aren't hungry just for the blood bath and also to lure out certain enemies such the wolves.

Most people call them barbarians and they are very powerful and don't live in packs and when the female one gives birth to a child, the child has to move away before it regains its strength or it will just be another meal. If the mother is dead the child will feed on it.

Frost Fiend has a face similar to a dog but with four nostrils, their eyes are dark blue and can shine even in the darkness of a night to announce their arrival. They have hands and claws similar to a bear but more menacing as it is razor sharp and contains venom in it.

There chest was wide and flat and have small hip that connected to their digitite legs. They can walk bipedal and also on fours. They were extremely agile and fast and some of them have special abilities.

Like the one that has been following Zamright for kilometers now, it can fade away in snowy wind and attack from the least expected angle.

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