In a room filled with books , a man sat in the middle of it all, cross-legged and perfectly still. His face looked sculpted from stone with a sharp nose, sword-like brows, and a jawline that could cut air. His black hair framed his calm expression.
To a stranger, he might look like a monk lost in meditation. But to those who had met him before, if any of them were still alive, he was something else entirely.
Some call him saviour, others fool, and to many harbinger of death, as he hide what he truly is.
A mastermind who would soon change the fate of the entire world.
As the man opened his eyes.
Colours bloomed in them with shifting shades that moved like living light. It was like staring into a different worlds all at once. He calmly spoke "It's time."
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Thousands of miles away, At the edge of a towering wall that circled an entire dynasty, the sea began to twist and boil. Massive waves crashed against the cliffs as dark shadows rose from the deep ocean with creature, which have been considered instinct.
On the watchtower, the general froze. His heart skipped a beat, his mouth went dry.
"A... beast tide...?"
He staggered backward, eyes wide.
"RING THE BELLS! PREPARE FOR WAR!"
The great bells of the capital thundered in answer. From villages to fortresses, their echoes rolled across the land. Mages ran to their stations as they prepare their spell to overcome the destruction that will flow like the tide.
The first storm had begun.
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In another land, the ground cracked open with a deafening roar. A colossal hole tore through the plains while swallowing everything nearby. From it, something vast began to rise with black stone towers, strange glowing lines, and statues of gods long forgotten etched on it.
A voice echoed through the winds, more shrilled then humanly possible.
"Why are we awakening this early? It's not time yet… Gather every bit of data. Let's see what kind of creature dares to do this."
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"Finally!"
A loud, booming laugh echoed through a marble hall. A man with a bloated body and a crown far too small for his head grinned ear to ear, wearing rings on his hand with different kind of rare elemental gems on them.
"It's time to inherit my throne! "A servant hurried in and bowed.
"My lord, His Majesty requests your presence in the great hall."
The man smirked. "Hmph, about time." He swaggered toward the doors, every step radiating arrogance. But the moment the king spoke, that confidence shattered.
"After long consideration," the ruler said, voice cold and final, "Neran will be my successor."
The fat man's smile froze. His breath caught as if something stuck in his throat . The throne room felt like a cage of ice, and even the air refused to move.
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In another city, a woman swung her blade once. Her victim didn't even have time to scream before his body hit the ground in pieces.
A major event took place in the most scared land in the world, that moment marked the birth of the world's first Ascendent. Power rippled through the continents, unseen but felt by all who could sense mana.
The wheels of fate began to move, pushed by a single man's unseen manipulation.
And not even the wheels themselves knew they were turning for him.
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Back to the book filled room, footsteps heard from the entrance, as door creaked open.
A little girl, no more than five, ran in without knocking. Her eyes were bright and full of innocence.
"Brother! Mommy says dinner's ready!"
The man, Kelvin Everlong, smiled gently and lifted her into his arms.
"Alright, my little doll. Let's go."
For a moment, warmth flickered in his gaze. But as he turned toward the door, his eyes sharpened, a dangerous glint flashing in the multi-coloured depths.
"This is only the beginning," he murmured. "The world will bow before me, Not a single person I care about will ever feel fear or pain, not while I stand."