— the clouds —
Two figures, cloaked in nothing but the night sky and its glittering stars, stare up into the expanse of the universe. Their whispers are soft and low, shared only between each other.
The older, wiser one opens her palm, revealing an ancient and cursed object in her hand. A stifled gasp, a cry of protest, both are silenced.
"I will use this to end him. He will be no more."
And there was fire and screams and violence that night, but when the sun rose in a pink-clouded dawn, the deed was done. It was the birth of a new age.
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The Warlord
FantasyThe most powerful kingdom of magic-wielders in the continent, Serestine, has been at war with the armies of Heaven for over a century. Finally, the queen of Serestine sends her trusted warlord into the deities' realm as an ambassador, secretly order...
