Uhm nothing specifically wrong with ๐ just what I could imply ๐
Iโm slightly disturbed by the ๐โฆ ๐๐
wait what about spiderman?๐
Ooh I thought Sillian meant scam to JJโs message
and why is spider man holding a light saber?!
and I was just kidding about a scam lol
wait are you almost done with your epoch book?
He said I should do a sequel and not a prequel.
Idk it was about what I should write after thisโฆ
From what I remember, JJason was the tie breaker in the last one
And to you Silly, I have done public announcements such as this in the past before.
I will announce it when I get to that point in the storyโฆ so I apologize I might have done that a few weeks early.
I saw nothing on there lols so far at least
its probably just a scam to get attendance ๐คฆโโ๏ธ
Wut decision?...... Waitt... AM I GETTING ADMIN?
๐very Important decision to be made there so you know please join it if you have not already thx๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐คฆโโ๏ธ๐๐๐๐๐๐
Iโm right up there with ya lols
I'm officially ur number 1 fan
oh I'm so sorry ! I had to get going ๐ญ
Coming up soon, I will be forced to make a difficult choice as to the direction I want to take this story. I will fully announce it on TBT.
This is Lamytir's POV btw. The character we've been following from the beginning.
i literally just missed ya,๐
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Welp, that's all for today. I know I was a week late, but I got it nonetheless. You're welcome.
I wish I could do proper formatting. It would make it feel so much better.
(Next Chapter)
(POV Shifts)
This is it then. You have what you came for. You find the nearest portal back to the Overworld and once you are back, you fly straight up. No detours, no variations. Just a beeline for the sky.
Youโre going beyond it. To the Overzone. You have something there you havenโt seen in centuries.
Something youโll need.
This is the hardest seal youโll break. So far at least. The seal on this massive monument can only be breached with a specific impossible-to-recreate metal combination that is only present in this medallion.
After what seems like an eternity of climbing through the sky, you make it to the Overzone. Unlike the Overworld, this dimension is in a constant state of pain and struggling to survive. Something about that sounds familiar.
The journey there seems almost like a monotonous blur. But you make it. At long last. A temple of a seal. There are only a few of them left, but they are precious buildings. They can preserve anything indefinitely.
This temple holds a weapon powerful enough to win a war on its own. Back during the Second Millennium when most dragons were gone from the known world and had retreated into the Abyss, you found one that showed promise. One that was otherwise destined to die alone and in lack. But you saved it. You gave it what it needed. And now, you have everything you need to claim your weapon of mass destruction. Your Dragon. A Sovereign Breed. Possibly the last.
You lift up your medallion and place it in a perfectly shaped enclave in the middle of the door. As expected, it heats up until it is white hot with the anger of the souls that went into the crafting of this medallion. Eventually, they recognise the sincerity of the breaching of the seal and relent, but not before consuming and melting the medallion as it is supposed to. It has no use anymore.
At first, nothing happens, and you start to get worried. But after thirty seconds of agonising silence, a distant groan can be heard. The gear mechanisms have been unsealed from the inside and have begun to move of their own accord. The great doors slide apart from each other. With no doubt in your mind anymore, you silently wait for them to fully come to rest apart at their full extent. That will probably be the last time the doors ever move. At least, you hope so.
Now, you have nothing in between you and your mount. A world ending threat that was meant to die a thousand years ago. The world is no longer safe. But maybe you can make it a bit safer than it was before. If youโre careful.
You step inside the chamber and gaze around at all the markings on the ceiling. You were there when they were carved into these lithical rentachoron blocks. One small quiet step after another, you make your way to the place of your weapon. In the centre of the mile-wide chamber is a great translucent cocoon where you can make out the outline of your Sovereign. You stare at the left side of its long head.
Not a single eye stares back.
You lift a hand and place it gently on the soft warm violet surface of the cocoon.
Three eyes stare back.
nah I'm kidding I have no clue
Yh.. My webs r blocked too ๐ญ
No the book will be added to the doc later. The doc I sent you just has everything else in the same universe. When Iโm all done writing then I will add it to the master world bible.
btw noah is the document you sent me the whole book?(i can't view it on my computer rn because all websites are blocked)
Ermmmm.... U know what I think I'm feeling better now hehe ๐
no need!!!! ๐ค๐๐
*slowly backs away *
Seriously I am working on it but Rian is making it difficult
Sill ur an astronaut..... Not a doc
*looks around * is the story here yet? No!? *faints again *
*chest compressions to revive Angel* i think shes okay now---
Wutโฆ.NOOOOOOO*collapses **dies *
Hold on, it might take me longerโฆ
Yayayayayayayyayayayyayayayayyayayayayayayy
Next chapter is on the way. Expect it around the weekends.
Ayeeee smokestacks and steam engines I love a good fight scene ๐ฅ Also fr Angel Iโm way too invested but idc lols
Hehe I even scrolled up hoping there was more๐ฅฒ
Also........ Is Cyl a girl??!??
But even if you thought this couldnโt get any stranger, it just did. Someone is coming. Someone you are sure you didnโt exist outside of your mind. You are proven wrong. The one from your dreams. The monster. Itโs nearby. You can see through its disguise. Itโs coming for you.
(Next Chapter)
(Still Cylโs POV)
Since you were expelled from the Mercenaries Guild, you feared they would send one of their best after you to keep their order in line. You just didnโt think they would go all out like this. First an actual battleship, now a mercenary, no doubt professional, has also been sent to take you down. What happened to all those simple days when you were just making a bit of money with some friends? Look where itโs landed you now.
But something just doesnโt seem quite right. Why would they send such a large militia force for a large tactical operation when they are also sending such a high value asset for a surgical-level operation at the same time? It canโt be the same party. Somehow, there are multiple factions after you, this medallion, or both. This doesnโt make sense. How would anybody know about this thing that you have? Surely they must be here for you.
The Uelissan guards meet the intruders, but they are outmatched. These arenโt common raiders; their movements are too practiced, too precise. You see one raise a banner with a minor but elaborate insignia โ mercenaries then, or something worse.
โKeep moving!โ someone barks, but the press of bodies keeps you hemmed in.
A sudden hand catches your shoulder โ not hostile, but firm. You spin to see him, just another Uelissan townsfolk, one you havenโt met before. For a minute, you see some degree of familiarity, but the chaos of the night snaps you back to your surroundings.
โTheyโre after something,โ he says, his gaze darting to your clenched fist. โStay behind me.โ
Before you could ask who he is, a mercenary breaks through. Lamytirโs blade flashed โ quick, practiced, not showy but efficient. You find yourself moving with him, ducking under his arm as he counters, fumbling a shield up from a fallen guardโs body. You arenโt a soldier, not truly, but you know enough glyphs to scorch a manโs gauntlet and make him howl. Together, somehow, you hold your ground.
The fighting stretches on in bursts, loud then suddenly quiet, torchlight throwing shadows like jagged teeth. You can feel your pulse pounding in your wrist where you hold the medallion, its weight oddly present in the chaos. For a fleeting moment, you think maybe you and this oddly good fighter can drive the mercenaries off. Maybeโ
Then itโs over. The last of them scatter, dragging their wounded. The festival square is ruined, the air sour with smoke left over from the glyphs you used. You lower the dented shield, your arm trembling from strain.
You turned to thank him โ but the stranger is already moving away, sliding his blade back into its sheath. You frown, lifting the medallion for reassuranceโ
Nothing.
Your fist closes on empty air. Your heart stumbles. You check your inventory, the folds of your sleeve, the ground at your feet. Nothing. The medallion is gone.
For an instant, you think you might have dropped it in the struggle. But no โ you remember the weight, the warmth, clutched tight even as she swung the shield.
A fresh shout rises in your throat, but the words die there. The festival is already descending into chaos again โ wounded crying out, fires licking at wooden stalls. And he is already gone.
Your knuckles whiten around the empty space in your palm. The medallion had felt like nothing when she bought it, a trinket, a curiosity. Now its absence pulls at you like a missing tooth. Did he take it? What could it possibly mean?
Probably nothing important, you decide, moving on and trying to attend to the wounded.
