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Tryan Magical Palace

In the enchanting realm of Ethinora, Tryan, a formidable and mystical being, wielded unparalleled power that rendered him invisible to any would-be conqueror. Yet, in his relentless pursuit of greater invisibility, he finds himself inexplicably transported to an unfamiliar world, stripped of his identity and purpose. Embarking on a quest to rediscover himself in this new reality, Tryan becomes ensnared in a tapestry woven with threads of love, hatred, unwavering loyalty, and an insatiable thirst for both magic and redemption. In a world where the boundaries between enchantment and reality blur, only the potent forces of love, magic, and the elusive whispers in the silence hold the key to his rescue. Join Tryan on a journey where the boundaries of the seen and unseen converge, and where the echoes of his destiny are whispered in the wind, waiting to be unraveled. In this spellbinding tale, the power of the invisible and the might of the intangible collide in a symphony of emotions, beckoning readers into a world where the heart's desires dance with the unknown...

Nikkybrien270 · Fantasy
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68 Chs

Chapter 38: Journey to the Old World

After a long walk, Chris thought he had lost track of the victorious army. After the blood bath battle, and he was about to give up on his pursuit to know that person that looked exactly like him, he saw a camp where the troops were resting. They were all washing their arms and bodies.

Suddenly, the troops all started gathering together to make a triangular arc display in their thousands. They all went down on their knees, and raised their swords, with their heads bowed to the ground.

"All hail the conqueror of all evil, the definition of life, and the true voice of sorcery and magic... The one who was born to conquer the curse in the great river of haydren, we hail thou!" These were the words of the whole troops.

Immediately all that was said, a tall man that looks exactly like Chris walked out. He was covered in black cloth, with his hair wet, dripping down his back.

His eyes were filled with terror, that no one dared look into them.