babysorana

At the dawn of existence, before the universe as we know it came to life, there was only silence. From this silence shadow was born,  birthed from the stillness of the outer void.

Then came the will of the Creator to bring life into the void. And with a burst of energy shaped Earth and humanity through what we now call the Primordial Eruption, birthing planets and painting existence with infinite possibilities. 

Alongside this explosion of creation, chaos was born.

Light carried life to Earth but chaos seeped into its foundation and twisting the essence of life. 

For each time the world succumbed to chaos, it turned into a ruined world and regressed to a new dimension yet chaos began tearing them apart one by one.

Shadow, the primordial guardian of silence sought to destroy chaos and purge its corruption from existence, but with it means to all dimensions of the earth itself.

The Creator cast shadow into a deep slumber beneath the veil of illusion where it could no longer harm chaos and the life intertwined with it. 
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To restore balance, the mysterious organization Altiris, send participants into these ruined worlds to reignite life and repair the fractures of existence. 

Meanwhile, the demon realm had to maintained the balance within the Abyss of Illusion to prevent shadow from awaken.

Kira, one of the participant that was trapped from a LARP events held by Altiris, finds herself struggling to manage her once given shadow power. 

Guided by a demon beast named Maerion, her path leads her to Demon King which might hold the key to her survival.

Will they find a way to maintain harmony between shadow and chaos?

Abysswalker : LARPing into the shadow

WHAT IS IT?

Kael's voice boomed as he slammed open the towering double doors and strode into the throne room.

The chamber was a grand and enormous cavernous hall carved from black obsidian with walls that gleamed like liquid shadow under flickers of red torchlight. Dark veins of molten lava glowed faintly weaving through the stone like arteries of fire. The throne stood at the far end of a structure of blackened steel and bone with its back rising like wings and framing the King of Demons as a silhouette of authority.

Inside, ten demons stood in disciplined formation five on his left and five on his right, each bowing deeply as Kael's heavy steps echoed across the floor. His presence alone seemed to make the air heavier.

Hornless