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

They continued to make their way from basement to basement, shattering formation after formation as they freed more and more people.

Unfortunately, the more of these souls Adonis devoured, the more flashes of their memory he received, allowing him to feel the anguish they'd been in.

His gaze blazed with uncertain determination as he pushed through.

Closing his eyes, Adonis cycled the detachment sutra, freeing himself from the hold of the dead's emotions.

He'd allowed it to happen so he could feel the weight of their emotions at least once.

"This should be the last hall." He said. "They're coming. Prepare yourself." He added.

Cyrus nodded, his qi cycling through him as his halo manifested along his gauntlets.

Adonis didn't do any of this, only bringing out his spear as no qi could be seen around him.

The Worth of a life