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

Adonis' momentum was overwhelming and the entire world seemed to be under his control.

His attacks landed on Cyrus' pathetic figure, creating a cloud of volatile qi but this didn't make him lower his guard.

With his eyes, nothing could escape him and currently, he could clearly see Cyrus wasn't anywhere close to giving up or losing.

Jumping out of the cloud of qi, bloodied and beaten, Cyrus appeared, his fist covered in white flames as he bridged the distance that separated him from Adonis in an instant.

Adonis, for some reason, found himself unable to control his own body as Cyrus' fist slid across his face followed by a series of palm strikes that broke most if not all of his ribs.

He didn't have the time to spit out the blood that'd invaded his windpipe when Cyrus had cocked back his fist to send out yet another punch.

Titans(II)