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

Atreus calmly walked over to the frothing figure of Yakob, sighing as he saw his opponent be so quickly consumed by the madness of his illusions.

"Little Yakob, you were quite the disappointment. Pride truly blinds us all."

Throughout their entire battle, not once had Yakob thought to use his main qi or even active his lineage.

He tapped the latter's forehead and he fell asleep.

"Hopefully the medics are able to regrow your extremities."

[Micheal Tenerahs vs Lyra Softsky.]

Lyra frowned looking at Micheal, not out anger but rather out of fear.

Though Micheal bore a smile and looked rather nice, deep within her soul, she could tell something was wrong with his gaze. Something was very wrong.

Within the depths of his pupils, she could see a form of primal brutality and detachment she'd only seen once before…

Strange