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 dreams often came now, eager and unrelenting. Each time the flower seller closed his eyes, he found himself back in that awfully familiar dimly lit room, which he didn't know why was familiar.

The melody of the lullaby drifted through the air, carrying a soothing effect on him. The woman's face remained hidden, her smile just out of reach, yet he could feel the depth of her affection as she cradled that little child. He felt a connection with it, on a level that he couldn't grasp.

Every attempt to move closer only trapped him further in the quagmire of his own helplessness, leaving him awake and breathless, only allowing him to watch, which he was grateful for, but a sense of loss lingered like a shadow over his waking hours.

The visions began to bleed into his days, affecting his daily life chores. Sometimes, he would pause mid-task, his hands stopping doing what they were supposed to as his gaze drifted into the distance unknown.

Leaving StormCradle (I)