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

Many in the room remained quiet as the two leaders merely nodded.

"Camilla, it's not your fault. Though we all knew the Cult was planning a return, we didn't except it to now." Calmly uttered Thorn, greatly shocking many. "There is no point in beating ourselves down. We all messed up and our forces are compromised."

"Marcus, how do you want to go about this?" He asked. "Should we fortify our cities and take back the sieged ones or do we focus on the army at the border?"

All gazes panned toward the Guild Head.

"If my senses are still as keen as they used to be, all cities contain a corrupted True Beast King as well as a Zenith Tier Nine warrior. Once again, they were expecting us to focus on the border so these warriors could wreak havoc while our forces are gone."

Dispatch