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

"You'll be the first life I take out of my own vanity."

As soon as those words were uttered, his mutated lightning element was fully unsealed and a shockwave of power engulfed the hall.

His flames regained their emerald sheen but before Saetan could even notice this, a pillar of black and white lightning fell upon him, akin to a God's judgement.

Adonis stood back up, not bothered as he sensed another summoning formation activate, attempting to most likely bring more forces.

With a flick of his hand, he twisted the formation and instead turned it into a portal.

He looked back toward Cyrus for a moment then grinned as he looked back and entered the portal.

Cyrus had stopped speaking or roaring, his mind totally focused on his own battle as he lost himself within his own rage.