First_Flame

In the fractured world of Avaloria and the Unknown, where power, deception, and forgotten truths shaped destiny, a war loomed on the horizon—one no one yet understood. Behind the shadows of this conflict lay a cosmic Lie, spanning continents, worlds, and the very fabric of existence.

Valcroy and Erik had been thrust into a journey neither had asked for, but both had been forced to endure. What began as a desperate escape from the Frostborne household unraveled into a quest that crossed realms and defied comprehension.

Through the forbidden continents of Avaloria and into the unknown and unforgiving Lorein, the duo uncovered fragments of a forgotten past. They encountered allies, enemies, and the horrifying nature of the Lie that bound their world. Every step tested their strength and resolve, as the secrets of the worlds ground them down, forcing them to prove they were capable of bearing the truth.

The Lie ran far deeper than they had imagined, threatening not just their world but the survival of all creation. With the calamity of Avaloria’s seven continents and the Fall of Lorein weighing heavy, they found themselves hunted by unseen forces, their own shadows turning against them. Erik and Valcroy had to uncover the truth behind the Well of the End and prepare to face an enemy that sought to consume it entirely.

In a tale of fragile alliances, constant betrayal, and truths that could save or destroy, Divine Deception told a saga of resilience, loyalty, and the pursuit of a destiny shrouded in fire, ash, and forgotten worlds. Would they untangle the deception that bound [Compassion], or would they fall, like countless others before them?

[One Day I Will Find The Words And They Will Be Simple]

Game of Eternals: Divine Deception

The burly man's smirk widened as he looked at the two, like a predator looking at his prey. His deep voice booming as he said, "Advance realms, stay. The rest of you fall back. These two aren't for you."

Those who heard him, "the lower-tier" fighters, hesitated and looked at one another, relief and fear mingling in their expressions as they retreated to the edges of the chamber, but then remembering something, they moved a little forward.

After over a hundred people walked away, Erik and Valcroy were now facing the scarred man and nine more, all of whom were in the advance realm. Each one had a sneering expression on their faces.

"This should be fun," Valcroy muttered under his breath, clenching his fist before opening at, claws extending, his eyes darted between the opponents who had them surrounded. Their weapons aiming for their lives.

The fight resumed with a ferocity that outmatched the earlier chaos.

Fireworks (IX)