||Book one of the "TWILIGHT OF THE GODS" series||
When Milen and Akillim, two survivors merely fighting to escape the death sentence of their emperors, find themselves using their magic and skill to save those around them as an extension, they are y...
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With Each cord fate wove betwixt the shades of destiny, prophecy's chime clings to the constraints of man, beckoning the freedom of one Sealed In Darkness.
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And the world shuddered.
The sky roared. The clashes of blades resonated with the crackling thunder as flashes of lightening made visible the blood painting an alluring canvas on the streets with its deep scarlet splendor. The weaves of corpses spawned up within the crannies, daring enough to walk a runway in the open: both young and old, neither was spared from the delight of the day. Even the pungent stench of decay and rot had crowned the day with a lingering nauseating grace, travelling the skies like an entourage of heavy soot. Buildings were left in ruins. Wailing and screams, chattering metal armors, somber chants of mantras and enchantments, and the resounding explosions of canons echoed in a flowing stream of rings: unbroken and undeterred.
The World was in ruin; one would mistake it to be the end of the World.
The War between the Ultiar gods: Ekron god of Darkness, and Vyorn goddess of Nature, had gone on for centuries. The mid 7000BC to 2000BC, felt the kind caresses of the sword and heavy form of magic.
The battle was fierce and brutal. The peace sorted for was bleak and far off sight: we all lived as though we weren't, casting away our gems, sentiments, and even our emotions. Never before had mankind faced the wrath and full force of those they worshipped. Even the lower gods feared for the terrors the last of the Ultiar gods served, and eventually were forced by fate to choose sides.
A fearful god? Then what good were the mortals? A fleshy lump of skin and meat?
"My forces of shadows multiply and grow powerful by the waking hour. Little Sister, you do not stand a chance against me anymore!" Ekron stood over Vyorn, having a conjured blade held against her neck. His malignant grin spelt out his obvious intents.
"You know better than to kill me brother," Vyorn's words rippled through the cries and shouts that coated their battle ground in a broken melancholy. "I'm nature, and my absence will create an imbalance to this world, the forest and its creatures will die, plagues and diseases will fill the lands, the rivers and streams shall dry out." Still within earth's reach, her mind wandered in search for a possible remedy strategy. "I cannot let mankind suffer for your greed and your selfishness brother." Vyorn laid still. Surrendering to Ekron was not an option, but victory in her current state was a bit elusive. She placed her hands on the earth, making it quake. Her intentions were to make unstable Ekron's balance, creating a chance for a spell.
