In the shadows of history, beyond the reach of mortal eyes, the Immortals have waged their secret wars, bound by the sacred code: *There can be only one*. "Eternal Duel: Untold Chronicles of the Immortals" brings to light the hitherto unseen sagas o...
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Prologue
The clash of steel rang out across the moonlit alleyway as two shadowy figures dueled in a deadly dance. Sparks flew with each strike of the blades, illuminating the faces of the immortal combatants locked in their age-old battle.
Cyrus, the alchemist, parried a vicious thrust from his opponent, the malevolent Kalteck. With a swift riposte, he drove the other immortal back. "You cannot win, Kalteck! The elixir's secrets are not meant for one such as you."
Kalteck snarled, his eyes glinting with malice. "You are a fool, Cyrus. The elixir's power will be mine, and with it, dominion over all!" He lunged forward with supernatural speed.
But Cyrus was too quick. Sidestepping the attack, he whirled around and with one powerful swing, he cleaved Kalteck's head from his shoulders. As the villain's body crumpled to the ground, a shimmering mist rose from the corpse, suffusing Cyrus with an ethereal glow. The quickening.
Cyrus closed his eyes as the power of his vanquished foe coursed through him. Images of Kalteck's long life of evil flashed across his consciousness. At last, it was over. But Cyrus knew his own quest was far from complete. He still had to find the key to brewing the fabled Elixir of Life. His timeless journey would continue.
Chapter 1 Baghdad, 1258 AD
The sun beat down mercilessly on the dusty streets of Baghdad as Cyrus navigated the city's labyrinthine bazaars. Though the heat was oppressive, the immortal alchemist barely registered any discomfort, his mind consumed by thoughts of his quest. Nearly three centuries had passed since he first embarked on his search for the elixir, a span of time that would have withered any mortal. But for Cyrus, the passage of years meant little. Only one thing mattered: unlocking the secrets of eternal life.
As he wandered, Cyrus marveled at the vibrant tapestry of the city around him. Vendors hawked aromatic spices, elegant textiles, and intricately crafted metalwork. Scholars engaged in spirited debates on theology and philosophy. Poets recited verses praising love and valor. Baghdad was a crossroads of civilizations, a luminous beacon of knowledge and culture amidst an often dark world. It was this very reputation that had first drawn Cyrus here nearly a hundred years ago to study at the famed House of Wisdom.
Lost in the maze of his own musings, Cyrus rounded a corner and collided with a cloaked figure, sending them both stumbling. "A thousand apologies, friend! It seems my mind was elsewhere," Cyrus said, reaching out a hand to steady the stranger.
The hood fell away to reveal the face of an aged man, his beard white as snow and his eyes clouded by cataracts. He peered at Cyrus for a long moment before recognition flickered across his weathered features. "Cyrus? Is that you, my boy? By the wisdom of the ancients, I hardly recognized you!"
Cyrus blinked in astonishment. "Master Jabir? Can it truly be?"
Emotions welled up inside him at the sight of his old mentor. Jabir had been one of the greatest alchemical minds of the age, the man who first set Cyrus on the path of unraveling the elixir's riddle. But that was nearly a century ago, and the inexorable current of time should have long since ushered the old scholar from this world. Cyrus himself had not changed - such was the blessing and curse of immortality - but Jabir was withered, aged almost beyond recognition.
