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 chamber started collapsing the moment Valcroy's [All for One] connected with Dagan. Just the force behind the attack not only obliterated Dagan's head, making it difficult for even an expert to piece it together if given days, but also sent vibrations racing through the already fragile structure.

The cracks spidering across the walls increased, and the ceiling started giving way. Chunks of stone broke free from their prison and plummeted to the ground, ready to crush anything in their way.

The groaning of the stone intensified, echoing through the chamber as if the very mountain above them was screaming in protest. Massive stalactites fell, shattering on impact and spraying debris in every direction, puncturing the already torn corpses on the ground. The ground beneath their feet shifted, tilting as the structural integrity of the chamber finally gave up on life.

Fireworks (XII)