It stands, never breached, since time began the Great Fortress world Stuujuuhar, place of the Gate of Starshine that leads to the godly court, protected by The Soaring Gods greatest godly beast champion, Alaa-Oraasturderr, undefeated since became t...
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It stood, the godly fort, the barrier forged at the dawn of eternity, not iron or steel, some beast though, still in form and pieced together in the deep celestial ocean that had no notion of defeat, steep stone or some heap of celestial born matter shaped into a shadow of a colossal dagger, it was well-formed and old, other-coloured, peculiar, made all the foes stagger, you could call it the patriarch of all castle forts and barriers. Souls and courage bent and filled with bewilderment and waves of bewitchery, countless billowy armies adopted disarmament and kneeled before it. Many that saw and glared at it, would have called it the colossal confessor... for any individual that stood before it would reveal and confess their truest nature. Would they show a body of eagerness or foolishness? All who would see and lingering by this beast nurtured by the celestial seas, would feel this distant paralysing daze and their dread would become consuming growth to all who stood and standing before this godly tower and celestial barbed flower. They all feel a whisper of an odd wind, warm and kissing their hair, a lure, and soon they become aware, deep within, some belief and relief and a notion of being betrothed to this ancient thing, obedience that ensnares when their eyes and soul. A silent boathook into their carotid... either they would face or malinger, strange it was this fierce forever fort of godly work and how it would hypnotize and others were sure they heard some melody.
ROARING PALE LIGHT AND FLAME CRASHED INTO THE COLOSSAL BULWARK
With a blinding bright this trail of burning light was unleashed upon the Godly Fort, the artillery of the Pale Palace, the body of the Godly Fort was bold and nobody could make it fold, so was all that be god-work. It keeps firm, no jolt even if you fired every siege engine with ferocity of comet in all creation. If ten worlds and a hundred mountains flung and hurled against its sturdy skin it still remains, otherworldly matter this barrier, thus it was the never-breached wall that was the Soaring Gods' sturdy spearhead in all time and space. When it moved, the pieces of it would unfold, and it would absorb another bombard from the Siege Engines of the Pale Lit Army. The Pale Palace would safeguard, armouring and preparing for when the otherworldly fort would bite and strike with its claws, tearing in a howl which shook the stars, it spat a silver golden light that soaring became a spear and cleaved the night like fresh spring. Spread over everything, this stream of gold with silver innards bright and in of the forces of war, this volley was a king of smiting. As it hurled it screeched and roared with a ring that was deafening, hurtling through time and space cutting through the quilt of infinity leaving a channel piercing into the golden sea that all travelled to journey between worlds. The ear-piercing rushing form of conquering was heading to the Pale Guard and their Sailing Ships shimmering as distant glittering torches and lanterns sprinkling in the vast infinite between, charging, hurtling, transpiercing to The Pale Palace Fleet. All protection was disregarded by this bright boom which brought inevitable doom, yet The Pale Guard did not falter or halt in their motion. For no matter how many perishing, they would never surrender and be shuddering beneath the Soaring God's feet. Never fearing their defeat, forever they would be pale crewelwork on the sheet of dark sea of space. The Pale Army of the Pale Lord and vanguard of the Palestone Throne charged to bring peril to the works of the Soaring God's celestial embroidery. To take the place of The Evergreen favoured by force of heavens to be killed or be killing in these battle drenched slaughtering fields.
