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Zenith Online: Rebirth of the Strongest Player

Death is sometimes not the end, and the zenith is empty. Legends rise and fall. Myths are born. Faced with death after a dismal fall from grace where glory, renown, and prominence were once found, Kieran's second chance is fueled by vengeance. It burns like a ruinous flame and drives Kieran's quest for power within and without. Though not an ingrate, he remains curious about why he returned to the past instead of dying. He has nothing but questions, but his death puts the beginning of his story into perspective, showing him that Zenith Online... is the beginning of the end — the end of the current Age. The zenith is empty and calls for someone to claim its throne, but to answer that call means to bear the consequences. Everything — especially choice — has a cost. Challenges lay in wait. The road to supremacy is wound in suffering, and to know the truth is to know madness. And so, the Maddened awakens...

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Draconian Warmonger

Unlike the other items displayed inside the Exchange, this particular item called out to Kieran, resonating with his creed, mindset and conviction on a level he had never felt before. 

With such high compatibility between him and this item, Kieran felt like he'd be a fool not to attempt to learn more about it.

Holding the fragmented tome in his hand, Kieran experienced a haptic phenomenon wherein touching the tome resulted in some mild sensory distortion. If Kieran wasn't aware of his current surroundings, he would have believed he was transported into some kind of dreamscape through mere touch.

Though, what he felt was the remnants of an extraordinarily pure intent. 

"It's no surprise you're drawn to an item like that," Veradin spoke up, his eyes flashing with faint delight as his lips curled into a pleased smile.