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RISE OF THE ORIGINAL EPISODE 10 THE PROTECTOR III
Previously, on Sword Of Vengeance Elena plummeted violently into the earth's crust, the impact shaking the ground beneath her. Her body tumbled uncontrollably across the scorched terrain, jagged rocks tearing at her flesh as she rolled.Her momentum came to a brutal halt as her head collided with a sharp boulder, a sickening crack echoing through the air.A crimson stream bursts out front of the gash of her temple, painting the rugged ground in vivid streaks of blood.Gasping for air, her chest rose and fell in desperate uneven heaves as she struggled to draw air into her battered lungs.Her limbs trembled uncontrollably, her body writhing as she fought against pain and fatigue that threatened to consume her. Gritting her teeth, she pressed her palm into the hot, unforgiving earth, her fingers clawing at the dirt in a desperate attempt to rise. Her frame convulsed on the strain, but still, she willed herself to get back up.A massive shadow crept over her, dark and oppre
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
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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
