Pendrik's Plain, Eastern Anotia
Aatrox, the Darkin Blade, snapped out of the vision, but the vivid imagery is stuck in his head.
He raised his head apprehensively towards the sky and murmured:
'The sky is changing - I wonder what this vision entails for our future.'
As if responding to him, the sky darkened.
Thunderclouds began to gather, swirling ferociously within a vortex, drawing all the magical energy out of the air.
The swirling intensified, until the sound of rushing air overwhelmed everything else.
Aatrox paled.
~Holy Power ※ Courageous Light~
A faint glow appeared on Aatrox, fighting the wind that is relentlessly trying to attack him.
Something dropped out of the sky, right from the core of the vortex.
Something shining.
As it descended, waves of pure magic emanated from it, replenishing the air of the magical energy that it had lost earlier.
As quickly as it came, the clouds scattered to reveal a beautiful, blue sky, as if nothing had ever happened.
But Aatrox knew, something had happened.
Because in his hand, held the shining object, the same one as he had seen before in the vision.
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The Death Star
AdventureDarkness had befallen Anotia. The Gates of Oblivion had been opened and the Dark Phantom roamed the land. There's only one hope to restore order to the world. One single object. The Death Star. This is my first attempt at trying to write a story. Be...
