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 room was simple, with stone walls and a heavy oak-like desk covered with papers and a dimly glowing mana lamp. A single barred window let in faint light, illuminating the space.

A man seated on the chair, sharp-featured and pale, with piercing gray eyes that seemed to read through the soul, sat there, his eyes on a piece of paper before him. His presence carried an undeniable weight.

There was a knock on the door, bringing the person's attention to the door and he saw someone enter, closing the door behind him as he walked a little toward him before stopping a distance away from the desk and bowing.

The standing man, lean and wiry, his face lined with maturity and exhaustion, with a restrained expression betraying his desire to impress.

Leaving StormCradle (IX)