Masters and Men(old story)

Masters and Men(old story)

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"To see what I see, one must become me. To this end, a stream of bleeding ears. Feel the ground beneath you and know just what created those of us who linger. Withering rock and slumbering fortresses collide. Old gods drown in the blood soaked land, ripe with war. War for the grotesque masters of new and their forgotten oaths. Forsaken minds send reality spiraling into the endless cycle of darkness where death is the start of life and salvation lies beyond reach. Infected souls, Lost Gods and shambling corpses persist where the masters have failed. Mountains of corpses scream for their makers with the last breath from a collapsed lung. Monstrosities created by broken promises, sculpt the path before us. Love is lost in the cracks, buried under a sea of ash. Now lay silent and await the end of time." (Plenty more to come. Incomplete.)
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The war storms at the Frontier... The gods are broken. The empire is burning. And the end has already begun. A warrior with no past unleashes power no mortal should wield. A young ruler clings to a dying crown as his people lose faith. A chaos mage, feared and revered, walks with death in her shadow. Amongst their ranks-two Rifter siblings, wilders of ruin, benders of space and time. Feared. Watched. Leashed by the most powerful. But even under chains, love blooms... and loyalty begins to shift. When the empress falls into a cursed slumber-her unborn child the last ember of prophecy- the empire sends its strongest into the Abyss of Lost Quintessence: A place where even time forgets itself, where silence hungers, and where One of the Roots of the Umbrovyn Tree stands-ancient, cracked, and bleeding memory. Monstrosities roam, daring to strike in daylight. The veils whisper betrayal. Alliances splinter. Some stand frozen, unsure of their next move- fearing one wrong step may provoke the wrath of a dominion vast as a world and cruel as the gods who forged it. Old gods stir, craving redemption through ruin. The Royal House fractures beneath betrayal. A founding father, long patient, now bares their intent- to seize the throne by force, by cunning, by wagering all that is. Their House's malice toward the flawed Royal line can no longer be cloaked. Love will test loyalty. Legends will bleed. And in the dying light of Ether-Space- The Aurora must not fall... Or all realities will burn. 🔥

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