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

<p>The tavern's atmosphere would hit anyone like a wave as soon as the door screeched, opening. Present in that wave was the noise of clinking mugs, roaring laughter, and the occasional bark of a drunken argument. Warm light from mana lanterns immersed the stone-y interior, which cast long, flickering shadows on the walls. The scent of roasted meat and spiced brew filled the air, mingling with the faint, musty aroma of well-worn timber, again used for stairs and also the counter.</p>

<p>Conversations halted for a moment as heads turned toward the entrance, wanting to see who entered the establishment. The chatter dipped to a low murmur, and a palpable tension spread through the room as all eyes fixed on the two cloaked figures standing in the doorway.</p>

Leaving StormCradle (IV)