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RISE OF THE ORIGINAL 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
RISE OF THE ORIGINAL 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.
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
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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
