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

Adonis' very heart shook, his lungs unable to function as his mind was plunged into a world of Chaos.

Right there, before his eyes, he watched the Guild heads revive billions upon billions with a mere wave of his hand.

Deep within his pupils—no, within his soul, a small seed, a seed of obsession, finally bloomed.

Adonis soon regained his calm and a slight change seemed to occur within his aura.

Faust observed this all with a grin.

'The little snake's first shedding…'

Marcus exhaled a breath as he rolled his shoulder.

"Alright, the outer disciples will take care of all the rest. Let's head out, we have a lot to do."

Without wasting time, he waved his hand and all the other Legacy Heirs appeared as well as all the thirty three elders.

The platform of golden glass cracked and from it, a gigantic avian beast entirely made out of glass formed.

Continental Sumit