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RISE OF THE ORIGINAL EPISODE 11 BECOMING FRIENDS WITH A FORMIDABLE ENEMY
Previously, on Sword Of Vengeance The mysterious man who had who was formally their rival and also save Elena, broke into cold sweats as hairs on his skin rose in a serious warning while he fought another Golmor.He glanced over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing as he caught sight of the ethereal bluish glow trailing behind him. It shimmered and danced. A persistent and unrelenting force that refused to fade, defying the passage of time. The glow seemed alive, pulsating with an energy that neither dimmed nor wavered, as though it were tethered to him, bound by some unseen will.As it pressed forward, the world around it blurred into a vortex of motion, the boundaries of time and space bending in its wake. The bluish ambience surged closer, collapsing the distance with an eerie inevitability. It wasn’t just following him—it was closing in, narrowing the corridor of time itself, as though seeking to engulf him in its enigmatic embrace. The winds within the tunnel churned violen
RISE OF THE ORIGINAL EPISODE 12 CHRONICLES OF FATE
Previously, on Sword Of Vengeance Kalus trailed behind Austrus, his footsteps careful and deliberate as he cradled Cathiana in his arms. Her unconscious form was feather-light in his grip, though the weight of her predicament pressed heavily on his mind. The muted crunch of his boots against the grassy trail filled the silence between them, broken only by the occasional rustle of the breeze through the tall grass.The narrow path they followed wound through the wilderness, carved by nature’s hand. And the wildflowers peeked timidly through the grass, their colours dim under the fading light. The air was damp, carrying the earthy scent of moss and the faint trickle of water ahead.When they reached the river, its clear waters glimmered faintly under the twilight sky. Its current whispered as it danced over smooth stones, its surface broken only by the occasional ripple. Austrus crossed first, stepping effortlessly onto a broad, flat rock that jutted out of the water.
RISE OF THE ORIGINAL EPISODE 13 THE FORGOTTEN ONES
Previously, on Sword Of Vengeance A bird's view of the earth reveals a stunning and vast landscape, blending natural and human-made features into a breathtaking tapestry.From above, a river snaked through the valley, and its shimmering waters carved pathways into the earth.Fields, forests and deserts create patches of green, brown and golden hues resembling an intricate quilt.Cities appear as dense clusters of geometric patterns, with roads and buildings forming grids and organic shapes. Mountains rise majestically. Their peaks were crowned with snow, while the oceans stretched endlessly, reflecting the sky with varying shades of blue.The horizon stretched vastly into the unknown, reminding the observers of the earth's flatness, and the clouds cast soft shadows over the land below.As the earth gradually shrinks into the distance, a fragile blue orb is suspended in an endless black expanse of space.The thin veil of the atmosphere glows faintly, its gradient shifting from
RISE OF THE ORIGINAL EPISODE 14 THE DESIRE TO GET STRONGER
Previously, on Sword Of Vengeance Elena groaned as she sat up, cradling her head in her hands. Once again, she had rolled off the bed."Ouch, that hurts."She grumbles."Good morning, having a bad dream again?"Delian greeted her as she cleaned and tidied the entire place."Yeah"Elena replied lazily and sat up from the floor."There's nothing good about the morning. Where did Austrus and Kalus go?"She stood up, looking around for her sword."Austrus went to look for Kalus. I think they should be on the cave."Delian said while tending to Cathiana's unconscious body.And that was all she needed to hear.After rinsing her mouth, she stepped outside, greeted by the endless stretch of the clear blue sky that seemed to glow in the morning light. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of earth and greenery. She glanced at the familiar path ahead, a series of uneven, cracked stairs carved into the rocky hillside, now overrun with wild bushes and creeping vines. With confident
RISE OF THE ORIGINAL EPISODE 15 SEED OF LOVE
Previously, on Sword Of Vengeance "Dark, malevolent entities from another dimension invaded our world, Kalus. They were unlike anything we had ever seen—inhuman, relentless, and devastating. We fought with everything we had, but it was a battle we were destined to lose. Lord Dalbeth saw the writing on the wall long before the rest of us.In the end, he made a heartbreaking decision. He chose me from among the survivors and entrusted me with a sacred task: to take Princess Elena and his wife, Lady Paruchma, away from Mada Est Lana. To ensure their survival, even if our land was doomed.Lady Paruchma, however, couldn’t bear the agony of being separated from her husband. The grief consumed her, and within months, she passed away. That left me alone to raise Elena—a final act of loyalty and gratitude to the man who once led us"Austrus spoke, his shoulders slumping as strands of hair fell forward, veiling his face and concealing his expression.Kalus listened intently, pausing to
RISE OF THE ORIGINAL EPISODE 16 SEED OF LOVE 2
Previously, on Sword Of Vengeance A slow heat stirred within him, in an undeniable pull that left him captivated by the softness of her lips. Time seemed to dissolve into nothing as their mouth found each other, again and again. Each kiss grew deeper and more consuming than the last.Delian eventually pulled back and a soft, breathless smiles curved on her lips as she gasped against his mouth, her chest rising and falling with each stolen breath.However, Austrus was far from being satisfied. His desire for her only intensified; his husky voice moaned her name, showing how much he craved her.Unable to resist, he leaned close to her once more, seeking the warmth and sweetness of her lips, hungry to touch her in places that would keep her begging for more.Their faces inched closer, the world around them dissolving into a distant haze as their breaths entwined in the delicate space between them. As his hands moved slowly own its own accord to cupped her cheek with tender strok
RISE OF THE ORIGINAL EPISODE 17 THE HOT ROMANCE
Previously, on Sword Of Vengeance "Xena, please don't go"Princess Lirl begged.Xena responded by turning back and sitting quietly beside her.Princess Lirl smiles sweetly to herself, testing the boundaries between them by letting her head rest on his shoulders to be sure he's okay with it."I recalled you made mention of absorbing their pain. Will it do them any good?"She asked."They will fall into a deep sleep instead. Bale appeared to have multiple fractured bones at the ribs, and his two legs had been dislocated."Xena said, and he stood up, examining the extent of damages done to the larger carriage."Wait, can you fly?"Princess Lirl asked curiously."Well, not really. But I can manipulate gravity better now unlike before "Xena answered confidently."Your memories, are they back?"Princess Lirl reluctantly asks her next question."No, only their fragment of them."Xena shook his head."Tell me about it "Princess Lirl nestled closer to him, toying with the stands of
RISE OF THE ORIGINAL EPISODE 18 THE HOT ROMANCE 2
Previously, on Sword Of Vengeance She stepped cautiously into the river, her toes testing its shallowness. The cool water embraced her, swirling gently around her legs and sending a soothing, tingling sensation through her body: arousing an echo of a memory she couldn’t shake.It reminded her of him.With each step forward, her feet sank into the soft, damp sand. She moved carefully, aware of the encroaching tides that whispered their warning as they crept closer.When the water neared her neck, she closed her eyes and took a slow, deliberate breath.It is time.She plunged her head beneath the river, feigning a struggle in playful pretense. At first, it was all lighthearted fun, everything unfolding as planned, until a shadow flickered past her peripheral vision, disappearing into the depths below.Panic gripped her as she scrambled to resurface, but her heart froze when something smooth yet coarse coiled around her toes like a silken trap.Panic set in as she thrashed underwa
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EPISODE 60 SHADOWS BEHIND THE SILK
Previously, on The Sword of Vengeance One of the royal guards rushed ahead, pulling open the door of the carriage for Princess Lirl.Lord Azril paused at the entrance, his gaze narrowing at General Bale.Cold, sharp, and probing."You seem... unwell, Bale,"He said, raising an eyebrow.Caught off guard, General Bale straightened immediately, forcing calm into his posture.The weight of their earlier silent exchange still clung to his throat."Not at all, Your Majesty. I simply swallowed wrong. A lump, nothing more."His voice was steady, but his eyes betrayed the tremor of emotion still storming beneath.
EPISODE 59 CALM BEFORE THE CRIMSON
Previously on The Sword of VengeanceLord Azril moved with quiet authority, his boots clicking softly against the obsidian-tiled floor. Crimson robes trailed behind him, the gold-stitched runes catching hints of morning light that spilt through towering stained glass.He yawned, slowly wrapping a black rope around his shoulders, the motion casual—ritualistic. A man preparing for war under the guise of ceremony.Sunlight fractured through the glass above, spilling colours across the jagged scar that marked his cheek—a wound earned, a story never told.He stopped at the baluster, overlooking the festival grounds below.Far beneath him, the heartbeat of the city pulsed. Drums. Trumpets. Footsteps. Voices. Celebration thundered up with the morning mist like smoke rising from a fire not yet seen. Streams of people marched toward the Emperor’s palace, eager, blind, joyous.He leaned forward, palms pressing into the cold stone.Watching.Waiting.Then, came hoofbeats.Faint at fir
EPISODE 58 THE AWAKENING OF GACHIN
Previously, on Sword Of Vengeance With deliberate intent, Lord Aluka stretched his hand into the void and a brilliant jade sword materialized in his grip, pulsating with ancient energy.Effortlessly, he raised the blade and brought it down upon the thick, enchanted chain.A deafening clang shattered the silence, sending shockwaves rippling through the four corners of the world. The chain ignited upon impact, glowing with intricate runes that flickered and dimmed before fading entirely.A crimson glow bled from the point of contact, and in an instant, the chain split apart.As if responding to his will, the jade sword vanished from Lord Aluka’s grasp. He took measured steps toward the bound figure of Gachin, his emerald flames flickering ominously in his palms.Wild, yet harmless, as if they were a natural extension of his being.He pressed his burning palm against Gachin’s forehead.The beast’s red, feral eyes fluttered open, hazy and sluggish, before sliding shut ag
EPISODE 57 THE FALL OF THE GREAT FOUR
Previously, on Sword of VengeanceAnd thus, the heavens trembled.Not with fear.But with the weight of treachery.There were four who rose against the light.Huzx.Ygutch.Gachin.And the most dangerous of them all, the one whose existence was unlike any other.Salvatore.Born in perfection.Unlike the rest, Salvatore was sculpted to perfection, created in the exact image of mortals, embodying both masculine and feminine beauty in a seamless blend.A creature of awe. A being of worship.Salvatore’s voice was a miracle in itself—neither male nor female, but both. A sound so divine that it eclipsed the light of stars, more soothing than the softest melody of a violin. A single note could calm the raging storm and heal the wounds of the universe itself.It was a gift unlike any other.A gift that became a curse.For with beauty and power came pride. And from pride was born hunger, an insatiable thirst for more.Salvatore coveted the throne of the Supreme Triune.It began in whispers, s
EPISODE 56 THE FORBIDDEN YEARNING
Previously, on Sword of Vengeance What the hell is happening?Why couldn't he reach her, even in this world?Why did her face remain blurry, like a dream slipping from his grasp?Frustration surged through him, coiling in his chest like a beast ready to break free. His eyes snapped open, and with a guttural roar, a violent wind exploded from within.The force shattered the chains binding him, sending shockwaves rippling across the chamber.Windows shattered, jagged shards of glass slicing through the air. The warriors stationed outside were flung from their feet, tumbling like fallen leaves in a storm.Dust and debris rained down as coughs and groans filled the air.
Episode 55 FLEETING ECHOES OF FATE
Previously, on Sword Of Vengeance Deep within his core, Xena fought.The chains slithered from the abyss of his soul, their cold, unyielding grip tightening with every breath. He wrenched against them, every fibre of his being resisting their silent, insidious whispers. Yet, no matter how fiercely he struggled, they slipped through his defences like smoke—binding him, corrupting him, consuming him.A weight pressed against his chest, crushing, suffocating. His strength drained, his limbs turned leaden, and the last embers of resistance flickered.Then, outside, his body convulsed. Violently.A shudder rippled through him, an invisible force gripping
EPISODE 54 WHISPERS OF THE ABYSS
Previously, on Sword Of Vengeance WHISPERS OF THE ABYSS viously, on Sword of VengeanceThe inferno that once consumed the hall began to wither, its wild flames surrendering to an encroaching darkness. Shadows unfurled like thick velvet curtains, swallowing the last embers of light.Then, he was gone.Lord Azril and General Bale stood motionless for a moment, their breaths steady but heavy, as if the air itself had been relieved of an unseen weight. That oppressive aura—so thick it had almost been tangible—had dissipated along with him.Without a word, they turned on their heels and left the hall, their movements hushed, almost reverent.The moment they stepped outside the palace, the night air met them like an old adversary, slicing through their dampened clothes. The cold was sharp, biting, yet oddly cleansing. As they descended the grand staircase, silence loomed between them, heavy and unspoken.Lord Azril climbed into the carriage, his expression unread
Episode 53 THE EMPEROR'S SHADOW
Previously, on Sword Of VengeanceFor a long moment, he stood motionless.A spectre in the darkness.The firelight flickered, licking at his edges, sculpting him from the void inch by inch. First, the gleam of his eyes, cold, sharp, and merciless, reflected the inferno behind him like twin blades. Then, the angles of his face, as hard as carved stone, were smooth yet unyielding.He stepped forward, unhurried, deliberate like a god descending from the heavens, untouched by the destruction swirling around him.His hair, dark as midnight, flowed in the rising heat as if even the flames bowed in acknowledgement of his presence. Draped over his broad frame was a long pao of the deepest ebony, embroidered with golden dragons that slithered and coiled as though alive. The silk whispered with each movement, the glow of the fire making the creatures appear to writhe under his command.At his waist, a jade belt bound him, its polished surface cold, contrasting with the embers dancin
EPISODE 52 THE PATH OF FIRE AND JADE
Previously, on Sword Of Vengeance General Bale stood at the foot of the grand palace of Lord Azril, his gaze sweeping over the architectural wonder before him. The palace loomed high above the mist-laden mountains, an imposing testament to power and divine rule. Towering pagoda-style roofs curved like dragon’s wings, their gilded edges reflecting the crimson hues of the setting sun. Enormous red and black columns carved with swirling motifs of serpents and celestial warriors stood in unwavering silence, bearing witness to centuries of conquest and ambition.A vast staircase of jade and granite led to the palace entrance, each step polished to a sheen, worn slightly from the passage of time. Intricate carvings of past warlords and celestial deities lined the railings, their eternal gazes seeming to judge those who ascended. At every tier, large bronze braziers flickered with fragrant incense, the curling smoke rising like ancestral spirits whispering in the wind. The sc
