The Dark Road Ahead

The Dark Road Ahead

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, May 15, 2025
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"Devote your kin in our name, for those who do so will have their seats above all others in the higher planes." These were the last transcribed words of the gods before they ascended back to the heavens after declaring victory against the evil Ancients. As their parting gift, they bestowed upon humanity the power of Beucara. An ability to topple the powerful. A strength to challenge the fury of storms. A blessing that lets all creatures thrive in their divine image. "Fear not the wrath of gods but the man with the power of one, for the gods are just and men are not." Centuries have passed since the gods departed. Rafik, a young scholar, finds himself on the run from numerous pursuers and ungodly beings sent out by the Insurrection. To protect the son of his precious friend and his wonderful gift from falling into the wrong hands, he sets out on a journey along the eastern lands. The path ahead of them lies treacherous as he will have to navigate around unruly men, ferocious beasts, discarded god soldiers, ancient eldritch gods and demons that lavish in emotions. Cling to your instincts and abandon all desire, for those who pursue the truths of the divine are scarcely safe from the falsehoods of the world.
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