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

'I see. Nadia, what do my sigils do appart from allowing me to grow fast?'

[I'm not sure, master. These Sigils are currently dormant and require you to reach the realms of Immortality to even hope to interact with them.]

'I see. That's fine. That's fine.' Adonis calmly thought.

'Tell me about those rings, I'm curious.'

{Brat, you're just going to move past this? Like that? Someone tried to kill you and your mother at birth, for God's sake!}

'Your rage is not greater than mine, uncle.'

'When the time is right, they will all fall.'

After learning that Nadia hadn't finished to fully analyse the rings yet, Adonis finally focused on his cultivation.

Currently, he stood at the peak of tier two but he still wanted to push for perfection.

Folded