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

After the second round, the four chosen that were still in the race to the top were given a few hours to rest.

While most had decided to leave and go recuperate within their own private chambers, Adonis remained seated on his throne of ice, his eyes closed.

His body now seemed to exude a natural form of pressure that forced all to their knees, the world included.

He'd learnt a lot during these battles, all he needed now was to digest all his gains.

'Nadia, what's that ring that appeared at my back? And what happened to my halo?'

'You can't even tell me that much?'

Adonis sighed then ignored the issue, moving on to another of his thoughts.

'Should I sacrifice all the experience I've snatched so far or should I wait…?'

The experience he'd gathered since the last time he'd made a sacrifice was terrifying. He was sure to both have a qualitative and quantitative evolution in his path.

Semis