Realm of Holocene, a Game of Thrones-esque world with fewer politics and more creatures. Mystical and Believable.
Aden El-Rahm, a young sellsword with a -cool, calm, and confident- demeanor who holds a debauchery secret, finds himself facing a fate...
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In the heart of Lyondyn, the capital city of the Regalyon empire, where slab-rocked streets wind through bustling markets and towering stone structures, among the wonder structures and vast complexes such as Regalyon Academy and The grand church of Aione Cathedral, stands a magnificent structure known as the Grand Paragon Amphitheatre.
As one of the three wonders of the Regalyon empire, the former of Grand Regalia Empirium, located right next to the entertainment district, the amphitheater was one The awe-inspiring venue, with its majestic arches and towering pillars, is the epitome of artistic celebration in the Wessen realm.
An applause erupted as a beautiful young lady closed the play on the gigantic stage with a bow to the audience. There were not many people who watched as they were performing rehearsal play for Syndrilla the Queen in The Mask in the grand Paragon amphitheater.
Vila's heart pounded as she approached the edge of the immense stage, each step across the polished wooden planks seeming to echo endlessly. The gigantic platform, a breathtaking spectacle of masterfully carved embellishments and intricate designs, stood as a grand canvas awaiting its next performers.
Whether musicians, actors, orators, or dancers, the most talented and renowned artists of the land yearned to grace this hallowed space - a place where dreams took flight and legacies were cemented.
Finally reaching the front, Vila paused to gaze out over the curve of the semi-permanent wooden steps descending towards the vast amphitheater. Countless rows of seats fanned outwards in a sweeping arc, embracing the stage with a sense of majestic grandeur.
The Grand Paragon was no mere theater for entertainment. No, this iconic structure transcended such modest descriptors. It was a mecca, a sacrosanct temple where the world's brightest talents converged to have their skills put to the ultimate test before ravenous crowds. To perform here was to stand atop the pinnacle of one's craft, bathed in the potential for enduring fame and fortune.
As Vila took her first step down towards the waiting embrace of the amphitheater, she could almost feel the weight of that incredible legacy pressing down upon her slender shoulders. This was the moment she had spent her entire life working towards - a dream forged from the fires of discipline, sacrifice, and an endless wellspring of passion for her art.
