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

The two continued to talk and discuss about various topics as they made their way through the calm skies of Ishva'al but suddenly…

In the distance, they heard an echoing boom as a shockwave engulfed the continent and before they could further inspect this, their plaques suddenly blared out.

[ATTENTION TO ALL ALCHEMISTS OUT ON MISSION. YOU ARE ORDERED TO RETURN NOW AS SOON AS POSSIBLE.]

[THE CENTRAL CONTINENT IS UNDER ATTACK. THE GUILD IS UNDER ATTACK!]

Adonis didn't need to hear more, his qi seeping into Emetheus as the latter chirped and suddenly lit up, its speed reaching inconceivable heights.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Adonis couldn't help but endlessly curse.

At the back of his mind, when he realised Duke Saetan had been running an underground operation to sacrifice and summon creatures, a thought popped at the back of his mind but he ignored it.

Blood Cult