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RISE OF THE ORIGINAL 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
RISE OF THE ORIGINAL 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.
RISE OF THE ORIGINAL 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
RISE OF THE ORIGINAL 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
RISE OF THE ORIGINAL 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
RISE OF THE ORIGINAL 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
RISE OF THE ORIGINAL 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
RISE OF THE ORIGINAL 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
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EPISODE 70 WHEN TIME TREMBLES
Previously, On Sword Of Vengeance The moment Xena lifted his gaze, the atmosphere shifted.A faint ripple, unseen but deeply felt, cut through the world around them.The sky, once a heavy blanket of dusk, now seemed to shimmer unnaturally .As if caught in the throes of a strange, slow heartbeat.Standing opposite him, Lord Aluka let his arms fall to his sides.A mocking smile touched his lips.Without a single word, the very air around him fractured.Like broken glass, the fragments of reality floated lazily before snapping back into place.Time itself was trembling.Xena’s pupils narrowed sharply.
EPISODE 69 THE CLASH OF WILLS
Previously, On Sword Of Vengeance In the arena of broken steel and shattered earth, two forces stood ready to collide.One bound by honor, the other by sheer brutality.Only one would walk away.The air hung heavy, thick with the metallic stench of blood and the choking dust of fallen battles.Around them, the battered survivors watched, their faces etched with fear and exhaustion. Broken weapons lay scattered like the corpses of fallen hopes.Xena stepped forward, the weight of a hundred unseen eyes pressing down on him. His heartbeat thundered in his ears, steady but sharp, like a war drum at the edge of silence.Opposite him stood Gachin.A monstrous fusion of rage and flesh.Thick-armed and broad-chested, his very presence seemed to warp the light around him. His skin was coarse, almost stone-like, and in the pits of his coal-black eyes, there was nothing. No mercy, no reason. Only a seething void.Xena flexed his fingers, feeling the tremor of adrenaline shiver
EPISODE 68 WHEN ALL HOPE BLEEDS
Previously, On Sword Of Vengeance EPISODE 68 WHEN ALL HOPE BLEEDSGeneral Bale sniffed, tears bleeding from his swollen, blood-shot eyes.Gachin stood above him, unmoved.For a brief second, its celestial countenance softened.Almost… almost as if it pitied the dying human kneeling before it. Its grip on Princess Lirl loosened slightly.Then it froze.A cold, blue flicker flashed in its eyes.Without hesitation, its leg lashed out like a hammer.CRACK.The blow landed with brutal precision.General Bale flew like a rag-doll, his body hitting the ground with a sickening thud before skidding into the jagged base of a ruined pillar. His bones cracked. Blood oozed between his teeth as he reached out weakly, fingers trembling, spine crushed beneath the weight of failure.Princess Lirl screamed.It wasn’t a scream of fear.It was the kind of scream that tore through the soul, like something had been ripped from her. Her knees buckled
EPISODE 67 GENERAL BALE LAST STAND
Previously, on Sword Of Vengeance He delivers series of kicks, targeted mainly at his ankles.Each kick jarred his own frame with sharp jolts, the impact vibrating through his arms and spine like thunder through the earth.It wasn’t elegant. It was survival.Raw, relentless, ragged.A dance on the edge of death.The pain shot through the General’s forearms, jarring his bones and forcing his body to jerk and sway, almost like a man possessed in a macabre dance of resistance.Then came the final two strikes.Like a blade cleaving through weak armor, they shattered his guard and cracked across his face.Bale’s head snapped violently to the side under the impact.He staggered backward, groaning, but the Emperor didn’t let up.A final kick exploded upward, crashing into his chin.The force echoed like thunder, leaving the ground trembled.Blood sprayed into the air as General Bale’s body was launched like a discarded rag.Twisting and spiraling.Until he crashed violently into t
EPISODE 66 THE BREAKING POINT
Previously, on Sword of Vengeance EPISODE 66 THE BREAKING POINT General Bale exhaled sharply, the battlefield falling into a tense silence. His fingers loosened around the hilt of his blade.The sword won’t win this fight, he realized. Only instinct will.With that, he flung the weapon aside. It clattered against the stone floor, echoing like a death knell. A symbolic gesture. A declaration. This wasn’t about steel anymore—this was personal.He lunged.A barrage of fists flew at the Emperor.Fast, relentless, full of raw fury. But the Emperor shifted, almost lazily, using only his left lower arm to parry the blows. Each block was surgical, his form tight and unshaken, as if he’d seen every strike coming before it landed.Then, in a blur, the Emperor vanished.As General Bale spun, his was overwhelmed by fear. The presence behind him was unmistakably cold, looming, patient. The Emperor stood there, poised like a predator sa
EPISODE 65 THAT SLASH SHOULD HAVE ENDED IT
Previously, on Sword of VengeanceThe Emperor snorted, his lips curling into a cruel smirk.“So in love, you skipped class just to see her,” he mocked, each word laced with venom.His voice was like ice. He took a step toward Princess Lirl, then another.She backed away instinctively, every inch of distance swallowed by his towering presence.“Your Highness, please,” Lord Azril pleaded, stepping between them.But his voice hadn’t even finished echoing when the Emperor’s hand lashed out.The crack of palm against flesh echoed like thunder.Lord Azril's head jerked violently to the side. Blood splattered across the ground as his legs gave out beneath him. He crumpled like a puppet with its strings severed.“Father!” Princess Lirl’s scream tore through the chamber.She lunged for the Emperor, grasping his arm in desperation, but he swatted her off with the ease of brushing dust from his robe.“The only way you make up for this, Lord Azril,” The Emperor said, breathing hea
EPISODE 64 THE KISS BEFORE THE STO RM
Previously, on Sword of VengeancePrincess Lirl gasped as General Bale’s lips brushed against hers. The world blurred, and her breath caught between memory and moment. She should have pushed him away, but she didn’t.Instead, her body betrayed her resolve. It relaxed. Yielded.And then... tingles. Familiar, yet not.The same warmth that once danced across her skin whenever Xena kissed her.Those sparks that ignited her, now kindled under Bale's touch.But this... this was different. Deeper.As their lips met fully, she closed her eyes. Not out of affection, but confusion. She was trying to feel.To distinguish.Was this love?Or just the longing for something real?Because when Bale kissed her, it wasn't with hunger.It was with heartbreak. His lips spoke volumes, though his mouth said nothing.And then.Too soonHe pulled away.She stood frozen, stunned by the loss of something she didn't even know she wanted more of. A deeper kiss. A moment that never bloomed.Hi
EPISODE 63 TO LOVE AND TO REBEL
Previously, on Sword Of Vengeance All his life, he’d longed to do something.No, great things.Things that would make the world rise to its feet and clap until their hands bled.Without that, what was the point? If he couldn’t etch his name into the history books… then he may as well be forgotten.But could these hands.These trembling, calloused hands, truly do such a thing?And now… there she was.The woman he had prayed for in every quiet moment.Dragged away.Marked for shame at the hands of the Emperor.If
EPISODE 62 THE PRICE OF PERFECTION
Previously, on Sword of Vengeance "There’ll be food to eat and surplus wine to drink!"The crowd roared in unison.A tide of cheers swept across the square, pure and undiluted joy surging through the gathering like lightning.Children laughed.Musicians struck up jubilant tunes.Flags waved, hearts lifted.For a moment, it felt like the kingdom had truly healed.Then it began.Softly, like a whisper only the soul could hear.A chant.A nam
