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RISE OF THE ORIGINAL EPISODE 19 THE RED-HAIRED LADY
Previously, on Sword Of Vengeance Xena: losing control of himself in pure animalistic lust, he lay on her and their lips broke apart once more.Princess Lirl raised her hips to meet his hardened crotch in a demanding and sensual caress.Without warning, he proceeded down to her stomach, enjoying her melodious moans and shivering of her skin when his lips grazed them.Princess Lirl moaned, whispering his name, drunk in the sea of lust as she wounded her hands into the length of his hair.She looked into his silvery eyes, her eyes dazed in pleasure.As Xena's head continued to move further away from her stomach, approaching her pants, his eyes dilated into a dark, soulless ambience, and his canine began to elongate.With a growl, his hands reached out for her silky pants, slowly taking off from her hips until her legs were free of them.He paused, bringing the pant closer to his nose. With a guttural growl, he drew in a very deep breath.She smelled like iron.He snarled and flu
RISE OF THE ORIGINAL EPISODE 20 THE RED HAIRED LADY
Previously, on Sword Of Vengeance Xena's eyes dilating into a dark blood lust, and his vision zoomed on its own accord. For some reason unknown to him, the red-haired with a blurred face body became so transparent that he could vividly through her body.He could see the molten, metallic blood coursing through her veins, her ribs enclosing the vibrant flow of countless red and white blood cells. His vision surged forward, then slowed in a delicate crawl as it centred on the steady, powerful rhythm of her heart.The steady throb of her heartbeat almost match the pace of his, its rhythm overpowering the relentless ache pulsing through his skull.A pained scream laced with hoarse moans of raw pleasure from intense, unrestrained passion echoed in his mind.She clutched his silvery hair tightly, blurry eyes, dazed eyes reflecting the overwhelming waves of ecstasy and exquisite torment With a hurried, trembling gasp, her voice pierced the air, carrying an almost otherworldly reson
RISE OF THE ORIGINAL EPISODE 21 RETURN OF THE ELDER PRIESTS
Previously, on Sword If Vengeance The wind howled fiercely, weaving through the heavy sheets of rain with a shrill, piercing whistle. Each gust carried a raw intensity, bending the rain into diagonal torrents that lashed against the earth. Above, the night sky was cloaked in a thick, oppressive layer of dark clouds, their edges churning and shifting like restless waves. Suddenly, lightning split the heavens with a jagged, electric brilliance, casting the world below in stark, otherworldly flashes of purple. The brief illumination revealed the storm's chaotic fury, the eerie violet hues dancing across the undersides of the storm clouds before plunging everything back into shadow.A muscled ebony leg adorned in red beads at the ankle walks with intent on the vast surface of the sea.As the figure’s silhouette seems to reveal itself further, the powerful muscles of his thighs come into view before the shadows parted to reveal his face: sharp, intense, and unmistakably determined.
RISE OF THE ORIGINAL EPISODE 22 RITUAL OF RESURRECTION: THE GOD'S TEST
Previously, on Sword Of Vengeance The rest of the Elders were speechless until the second Elder Priest spoke up at last."My fellow Elder Priest, may we all age well and remain strong like the morning sun "The Second Elder Priest greeted."Ase"The rest chorused.(Ase in Yoruba means Amen)"I know what we've seen here today has shaken us to the core. Even our faith in the Gods as well.What has happened, is unheard of. Because no battle has ever conquered us before."The Second Elder Priest began."Hmmm, you're right."The rest of the Elder Priest accepted."We cannot let our fate be shaken at this point. The Gods had only granted us the opportunity to prove their supremacy again"The Second Elder said and paused. So they could comprehend the meanings behind his words.Rather an understanding an insight in what he was saying, they looked at him confused.The Fourth Elder Priest spoke up at last."Second Elder Priest, may our ancestors continue to enrich your wisdom."The Fourth
RISE OF THE ORIGINAL EPISODE 23 RITUAL OF RESURRECTION: THE GOD'S TEST
Previously, on Sword Of Vengeance The First Elder Priest's fragile remains begin to dissolve into dust, raining on the Second Elder Priest and then vanishing into his skin.His body trembled violently as waves of uncontrollable energy coursed through him. His muscles spasmed, his veins bulged with an eerie glow, and his eyes widened in shock as the overwhelming surge of power he had received took hold. Each jolt sent ripples through his frame, forcing him to stagger, his limbs jerking erratically as the raw, unbridled force threatened to consume him from within.It surged through his arm, condensing into a glowing sphere of power within his palm. The force caused his veins to bulge, glowing faintly as his muscles tensed and expanded, and hand strength multiplied beyond human limits. The air around him crackled with intensity, and with a thunderous roar, he brought his hand down in a devastating strike. The impact collided with the crashing waves, splitting them apart with expl
RISE OF THE ORIGINAL EPISODE 24 FORGOTTEN MEMORY
Previously, on the Sword Of Vengeance A thick, nauseating blue smoke hung heavily in the air, mingling with the acrid stench of charred wood from burnt houses and the raw metallic tang of blood pooling from mangled bodies strewn across the ground.The atmosphere was saturated with deep air as the echoes of anguished cries and gnashing of teeth reverberated through the chaos. Grieving figures moved among the carnage, some wailing over the lifeless bodies of their loved ones, while others clung desperately to the limp, bloodied forms of their sons, daughters, and wives unable to let go.From the choking haze of dense, acrid smoke that clung to the air, a small figure began to emerge, slowly stepping out of the ruins. As the smoke parted, it revealed a child: a little girl draped in a flowing, tattered garment that was once white but stained with streaks of black and brown, bearing the mark of dirt and ash.Her long, golden strands of hair fell in dishevelled waves, cascading past h
RISE OF THE ORIGINAL EPISODE 25 THE MANIFESTATION OF THE GUARDIAN OF TIME
Previously, on Sword Of Vengeance Eleuren’s eyes snapped open, gleaming coldly in the suffocating darkness. There was no warmth in them, no trace of emotion: only an unyielding, icy determination. The stillness around her was overwhelming, but she didn’t flinch. Her mind was sharp and focused, and her body responded without hesitation.She sat up, her gaze drifted down to the chain that had once shackled her, its cold metal now lying useless beside her, as though it had simply given up. Somehow, it had unclipped itself, leaving her free: though she barely noticed the relief. Freedom meant nothing without a purpose.With a sharp breath, she rose to her feet, her movements precise and purposeful, every step echoing in the vast emptiness. She gazed downward into the boundless blackness, a place where no light reached and no sound could be heard. It should have been terrifying, but Eleuren felt nothing but resolve.Without a second thought, she plunged into the abyss, her bo
RISE OF THE ORIGINAL EPISODE 26. GUARDIAN OF TIME 2
Previously, on Sword Of Vengeance In a blur of motion, he appeared behind Eleuren, gripping her wings with ruthless precision. With a powerful heave, he launched her into the air, only to slam her back down with unrelenting force.Her glowing eyes flared with shock as the space around her shimmered, rippling with her descent.The air seemed to hold its breath before she crashed into the marble floor, the impact reverberating like a crack of thunder.The surface shattered beneath her, splitting into jagged cracks. As she sank deeper into the ground, shards of granite and glimmers of fine silver erupted around her, cascading upward in a dazzling storm."Do you think in your feeble state, you could match me?"He stood triumphant, looming over the massive crater below. His hands clenched into fists, brimming with anticipation, as he awaited her next move.Without warning, Eleuren shot into the air, with a thunderous burst of wind, her muscles rippling as her fist ignited in
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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
Episode 51 THE EMPEROR'S SUMMONING
Previously, on Sword of VengeanceA bitter, hollow laughter slipped from her lips, her shoulders trembling under the weight of emotions she could no longer hold back. It was almost laughable—no, it was laughable—that after everything she had said, after all the explanations, he still didn’t trust her.She sniffed, rolling her eyes as she wiped away the traitorous tears that had dared to fall.Then, she turned her back to him."You don't believe me?"Her voice carried no trace of surprise. Just exhaustion. A resigned scoff escaped her lips.She tucked a few loose strands of hair behind her ear, her fingers trembling slightly. Then, with a long sigh, she straightened her back, as if steeling herself against the weight of her own memories."I feel so tired."She exhaled, turning her head slightly—just enough to see him from the corner of her eye. It was as if she was gazing through him rather than at him."That day…" she began.The words hung in the air for a moment, he
EPISODE 50 CHAINS OF DUTY
Previously, on Sword Of Vengeance Then he was being dragged away, his feet scraping against the cold stone floor. But even as he was hauled backwards, his eyes remained locked on Princess Lirl. His gaze was cold, unforgiving. A silent promise of retribution. As for Princess Lirl, she didn’t flinch. She didn’t look away. And yet, the weight of his stare lingered long after his silhouette vanished around the corner.The heavy door slammed shut behind him and the chamber was left in oppressive silence. But it didn’t last.A sudden, thunderous boom echoed through the vast hall as the grand entrance swung open, spilling golden sunlight across the marble floor. Dust swirled in the illuminated air, casting long shadows across the space."The Messenger of the Emperor is here!"The voice rang out, sharp and commanding, silencing the murmurs that had begun to rise.A procession entered; dozens of men moving with purpose, their steps synchronized, their presence suffocating. Fla
EPISODE 49 WHISPERS OF TREACHERY
Previously, on Sword Of Vengeance Xena's vision cleared slowly, revealing the elderly man saddling the carriage, his gaze shifting cautiously between Xena and the fleeing silhouette of Princess Lirl.He climbed down from the carriage, the weight of a thousand unspoken words pressing down on him. He turned to face the old man, lowering his head in a stiff bow before trudging toward the gate.Just as he approached, a maid emerged from the distance, flanked by two armoured warriors. Her steps were purposeful, her eyes fixed ahead. Confused, Xena halted instinctively, shifting aside to let her pass. But she moved close enough that her sleeve brushed against him, leaving a lingering hint of lavender and something bitter underneath. Xena's eyes followed her as she stopped at the gate to hand the old man a token, then returned with a glance that lingered a moment too long.He barely had time to make sense of it when warriors clad in silver armour with black and crimson acc