Orclion

A change is on the horizon, threatening the balance set in place by the Primordials.

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The Plane of Ishva’al, a world of untold mysteries and wonders, is ruled by the Four Great Lineages, each lead by Royal Bloodlines of unparalleled majesty and power.

Adonis, a humble servant of the Aksal Lineage is seeking the very zenith of the Heavens as his ambitions burn deep and his gaze is set upon the throne that lies atop it all.

Yet, he finds himself cursed and shunned by his very own kin as all blades are turned toward him and he is trialed for a crime he did not commit. 

Unwilling to resign himself to the schemes and dictates of fate, he escapes the clutches of his jailers and is ushered into the violence and ruthlessness of Ishva’al, forced to fend for himself in a place where survival is the only law.

With nascent dreams and aspirations, he sets on the Forsaken path of Ascendants but this all comes crashing down as the world crumbles and an apocalyptic event begins.

The Planar Awakenings.

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Eternal Ascensions

She looked at the waters below with a narrowed gaze.

With a mere blink, a typhoon formed, showing her what lay below it all.

Looking at the ocean's bedrock, covered in runes, she didn't bat an eye and simply waved her hand.

The skies darkened and grey clouds appeared, rumbling as scarlet arcs of lightning danced around and gathered.

Soon, all this lightning had gathered to form a gigantic spear and akin to a javelin thrown by a god, it ruthlessly descended into the typhoon.

The world shook as this bolt of lightning fell and the entire qi of the world gathered and concentrated at its tip.

Bored, she didn't even wait for the bolt to hit the bottom as she began to fly away.

All around, many youths were undergoing strange trials that greatly differed from the one's the main bulk were undergoing.

Only the elites of the Alchemical Guild would know the answer to this mystery.

Maze(III)