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RISE OF THE ORIGINAL CHAPTER 1 THE PROTECTOR
Kalus plummeted through the void, his screams swallowed by the endless expanse of shifting, prismatic light. The world above spiralled away, shrinking into a distant pinprick of sunlight until it vanished altogether. Darkness enveloped him, and his consciousness dissolved into nothingness. He jolted. He gasped, coughing as he regained his senses. Cool, damp soil pressed against his cheek, gritty and damp. The distant roar of waves filled his ears, their rhythm steady and hypnotic. And slowly, he pushed himself up on trembling arms, blinking against the brightness of the sun now hanging low in the sky. Before him stretched an endless ocean, its waters shimmering with hues of gold and silver under the fading light. The salty breeze stung his face as he took in the vast, alien expanse. He touched his chest, confirming he was alive. But where was he? And more importantly, how had he survived? He groaned, crawling to the ocean, drinking greedily from its waves till he quenched his
RISE OF THE ORIGINAL CHAPTER 2 THE PROTECTOR II
"I won't let you die, I promise. " Kalus said sobbing. He began to rack his brain, desperately thinking of a way to save her. He knew for sure that he couldn't have leapt that high into the air without the help of the throbbing mark. If the mark could aid him in achieving a stunt like that, it should be able to save her in one way or the other. Although he doubts if it will ever work on his own accord, he's still willing to try. He gently laid Cathiana on the grass, removing the knife plunged into her heart and press down on the wound to stop the bleeding while he closed his eyes in agitation. "Heal! Heal !!" He muttered, frustration building as he tried to channel the mark on his wrist to work in his favour. "Shit !!" He cursed slamming his bloody palm on the grass beside her. "Why on earth is it not working? Focus! Kalus focus !" He rasp trying harder. Slowly, a sense of comfort washed over him, and his soul transcended to a serene realm surrounded by tranquil waters.
RISE OF THE ORIGINAL CHAPTER 3 THE STRANGE
Lord Azril's cautiously slid the curtains open, his grey brows furrowing as he peeps outside. "Father, what's wrong?" Princess Lirl asked alarmed. "I don't know, let's hope we're not in for another bad day." Lord Azril sighed and shook his head. About to unlock the carriage door, he paused hesitantly facing Princess Lirl again. "Lock this door behind me and don't do anything stupid till you hear from me". Lord Azril warned, gripping her slender shoulder. Despite seeing his daughter's paled face underneath the white veil there's nothing he could do. Princess Lirl bites her lower lips, fidgeting. "I promise.......but..." She started, but Lord Azril interrupted. "What?" Princess Lirl shook her head. "Nothing. Be safe out there." She muttered, caressing the ribbons attached to her gown nervously. Lord Azril nodded and patted her shoulders gently. "I will Lirl" With that, he climbed down from the carriage. And asked for a briefing from one of his warrio
RISE OF THE ORIGINAL CHAPTER 4 THE MAN WHO HAD REFUSED TO DIE
After Princess Girl had been assigned the task of constructing a new carriage, one that was big enough to accommodate three people, to General Bale, she went ahead to clean the wounded body herself with brewed juniper tea. Leaving Jenny with the responsibility of sanitising a small space inside and outside the tent with sage incense. After that, Jenny began to prepare a soft spot where the body was going to be laid. Princess Lirl, on the other hand, disappeared out of the tent briefly and appeared minutes later alongside General Bale and a box. "What do you need me to do?" General Bale asked, dusting his thigh. Princess Lirl's behaviour had somewhat changed towards him right after he agreed to help her. As to what her motive is, it's just a matter of time before he figures it out. "I need you to move the body to the bed here" Princess Lirl answered his question, tucking the strands dangling before her sweaty forehead behind her ears as she opened the box, revealing all sizes
RISE OF THE ORIGINAL CHAPTER 5 SEED OF HATRED
"Yes my Lord." General Bale saluted. "Good, let her know we'll be moving by sunset tomorrow." Lord Azril said, discarding his presence. "Yes my Lord " General Bale saluted. "You may take your leave, Bale." Lord Azril sighed and settled back to sit. General Bale saluted one last time and turned to the door, opening it and disappearing behind it. He stopped briefly ruminating on what Lord Azril had discussed with him. He's right; after all, hoping that Princess Lirl could fall in love with him is wishful thinking. Instead of returning to her tent, he headed in the opposite direction. "Bale !" She called his name. General Bale froze in his tracks. She seems to be been waiting for him to come out. This lady will be his destruction if he isn't careful. Instead of turning to face her, he just continued walking onward. "Are you avoiding me now because my Father told you to ?" She asked, hurrying after him. "No " General Bale fired back, avoiding her. "What do you take me
RISE OF THE ORIGINAL EPISODE 6 SWEATS OF BLOOD
Previously, on Sword Vengeance, General Bale spreads a blanket on the carpet grass and lies on it. Enjoying the silent night to himself while he stares at the beautifully eerie moon glowing amidst the sky. Which made him remember his childhood days. If his family had not been attacked and killed in the war, he wouldn't be right now working under Lord Azril. "Bale " Princess Lirl called out from the shadows. General Bale became rigid, sitting upright. He was surprised that Princess Lirl would seek him out at this hour. "Princess?" General Bale called, unsure if the voice he heard was hers. Princess Lirl came out of nowhere and stood before him. She was wearing a transparent silver gown that illustrated her physique underneath. Her appearance tonight gave an impression of a warrior to General Bale. But he doubted if she could fight. "Ahem, can I sit?" She cleared her throat; she was kinda nervous. "You haven't told me what you're doing h
RISE OF THE ORIGINAL EPISODE 7 IDLE TRANSFIGURATION AND REBIRTH
Previously, on Sword Of Vengeance,General Bale became embarrassed after he had been snapped out of his wildest imagination.It's a relief that Princess Lirl had no idea what was going on in his mind."Sorry, what were you asking me to do?."General Bale apologized rubbing the back of his head with his hand."We're moving out him outside"Princess Lirl answered hurriedly, going outside ahead of him. General Bale braced himself, lifting the body from the bed. He felt a jolt of repulsive energy coursing out from his body; it was like an invisible barrier keeping people at bay from establishing direct contact with him.No wonder, Princess Lirl lost her stamina and flew backwards the other time she touched his neck using her bare hand.It was draining him faster than he could ever imagine.Hurriedly, he gritted his teeth carrying him outside."Drop him into the water."Princess Lirl said, telling him what to do.General Bale nodded, doing as he was told.He stood up, taking sever
RISE OF THE ORIGINAL EPISODE 8 THE AMBUSH
Previously, on Sword Of Vengeance A deafening roar shakes the earth as a blinding flash of light engulfs the horizon for a fleeting moment. Resulting in a massive, searing fireball that rises from the ground, illuminating the dense, mysterious forest in fiery hues of orange and yellow. Rippling the air with heat, and a towering mushroom cloud that billows upward, stemming an unrelenting column of ash and smoke.As the cloud above blossoms outward, its edges glowed like molten metal, radiating destruction and power. The ground trembles as shockwaves ripple through the air, scattering debris and shredded pieces of flesh in all directions. General Bale groaned, rolling onto his side as the world spun around him. The high-pitched ringing in his ears drowned out the distant cries, leaving only muffled echoes of chaos.He blinked hard against the haze clouding his vision. Shaking his head, he planted his hand on the dirt to push himself up, swaying unsteadily on his knees befo
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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
EPISODE 48 HOLLOW ECHOES
Previously, on Sword Of VengeanceThey stopped before a stall, where baskets of fresh fruits gleamed under the sun's rays.While Princess Lirl was busy negotiating with the merchant over the price of Jujube, Xena’s eyes were drawn to a small white paper pinned to the wall. On it was an inscription: 符 (Fú), made of 竹 (bamboo radical) above 付 (to give), its symmetrical strokes both delicate and powerful.Xena’s gaze narrowed, his eyes tracing each curve of the characters. He tried to decipher the meaning, but no matter how hard he focused, the symbols remained foreign. Frustration simmered beneath his calm facade. He took a deep, quivering breath, tearing his eyes away. The realization cut deeper than he expected.His inability to understand the inscription was a bitter reminder that he was far from the peak he once reached.His hands trembled with barely contained fury, fingers curling into fists. The void in his memory taunted him, each blank fragment a wound that refu
EPISODE 47 SHADOWS AND SILVER
Previously, on Sword Of Vengeance At the end of the line, where the vast cavalry stretched across the horizon, a young warrior rode forward, dust swirling in his wake. In one hand, he gripped the reins of his destrier; in the other, he led another riderless destrier, its coat gleaming under the dawn."Congratulations, sire," The warrior saluted, fist crossing his heart, voice steady yet reverent.Agello barely glanced at him, eyes shadowed and distant. "Yeah,"He muttered, mounting his destrier with a fluid motion. His gaze drifted once more to the temple behind them, its spires clawing at the sky, ominous and unyielding before he tore his eyes away, spurring his destrier forward without another word.The cavalry hesitated, exchanging uneasy glances before following, the silence between them heavy with questions unasked.---General Bale's eyes snapped open, in a sharp inhale breaking the stillness.For a moment, he stared at the carved ceiling above, disoriented. His hands moved
EPISODE 46 DARK COMMUNION
Previously, on Sword Of VengeanceBut should he care?Tonight, this night when everything changes.The scent of arousal is a wicked temptation, thick with sin and laced with an intoxicating darkness. It coils in the air around him, a forbidden spell, heavy with dusk and heat. Rich and primal, it whispers of indulgences beyond comparison.His pulse thrums beneath his skin, each beat a drum of yearning and dread. Agello's breaths come shallow, unsteady, torn between the hunger clawing at his core and the shadow of guilt curling at the edges of his mind. His eyes flicker with something raw, something desperate as if searching for a sign that this isn’t the damnation it feels like.But Murtha's gaze is relentless, her eyes glowing with an otherworldly light that seems to pierce through him. Seeing the darkness he tries to hide, the weakness that shames him. There is a flicker of something in her eyes too.Regret, or perhaps hesitation. Before it’s smothered beneath a veil
EPISODE 45 RITUAL OF THE DAMNED
Previously, on Sword Of Vengeance“Bring his body to me,”He thundered.The command swept through the temple, resonating with a force that left the air heavy and oppressive.The remaining priestesses stiffened, their eyes wide beneath the shadows of their hoods. Without hesitation, they surged forward, lowering the metal surface carrying General Hough's lifeless body to the ground.Their hands trembled, but they dared not defy the order. In a breathless rush, they retreated, seeking refuge behind Murtha's form as if her presence alone could shield them from the wrath that stirred in the temple's core.
EPISODE 44 WRATH OF THE FATHER
Previously, on Sword Of Vengeance Under a barren night sky, thousands of warriors clad in red armour sat astride their destriers, arranged in precise formations. Beside each formation stood long iron poles, painted in slick black. Their tips, designed like baskets, cradled burning flames. As the cold, misty wind swept through, the flames flickered, casting shadows over the warriors' faces and breastplates, while the rest of their figures remained buried in darkness. The men sat motionless, faces concealed by enclosed helmets, their identities hidden in secrecy. Occasional sparks flew from the torches, dancing into the air and causing the destriers to shift uneasily. From the opposite end, six priests draped in black hoods lined with red trim advanced forward. Their faces were obscured by menacing black masks as they approached an extraordinarily dark temple, its towering peak stretching into the sky. That seemed to exude a dull red light from within, a foreboding glow amidst