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The Nanite Necromancer: Resurrecting Darkness

Alexander sank deeper into the salty river that fed into the Ocean. his wound bleeding into the ocean, despite the cauterizing burn from the quarter sized hole. 'No, please. Not like this. Not when everything was working out. Quin, Seraphina, Grey, I'm so sorry. every time I try to fix things.. I should have know not to trust those rich bastards. I swear to any god that will listen, give me a break, will you!' Alexander replayed the moment of the attack. Kahawai stood over Alexander with the golden flame threatening to blast him. the spell was a low first tier spell using fire and air to condense and increase in power enough to melt metal. "You're joking, right Kahawai. You cant just hit me with that. I'm only ranked F. Your going to kill me." He flinched, taking a step backwards. the edge of the dock making him step forward again. "You have no one to blame but yourself, Alexander. This world is unforgiving and I cannot have you as a weak link. This is to important! Survive this and you will prove you are ready. If you cant then you will die here. Better her than getting the rest of us killed later." Kahawai held his spell at Alexander, firing at his center. 'I wont die, not like this!' A swirl of darkness took him further down into the river, swallowing him. Do you wish to live? 'Yes!' Will you serve? 'Yes, as long as I can live with my family. Anything.' Then I have found you. The soothing voice faded, releasing the darkness around him. A mass of darkness flooded round Alexander, slightly different from the magical darkness. it covered his body and entered the wound and into his body. 'User found, initiating repair function. greeting user. Hello host, you may call us, Lunaris.'
UndeadAngel · 21.7K Views

The Tales of Theltorra

In the folds between realities, where the laws of nature bend and break, lies a realm that defies mortal understanding. Theltorra - an endless plain where five suns paint the sky and thirteen moons weave their silver threads through the cosmic tapestry. Here, day and night are not mere passages of time, but territories carved into the very fabric of existence. Stand in the Twilight Lands, where most dare to build their lives, and you might see it all - the perpetual radiance of the Eternal Day bleeding into the horizon on one side, its searing light a prison for those who dared to hide their crimes in shadow. Turn to the other horizon, and the endless night awaits, a darkness so complete it serves as judgment for those who sinned beneath open skies. But do not mistake Theltorra for a simple realm of justice and punishment. This is a world where magic and machine have danced so long they no longer remember which partner led first. Watch as a traditional dragon soars past, its scales shimmering with elemental might, while its mechanical cousin thunders alongside, its breath transmuting matter through the very laws of chemistry. Ancient unicorns gallop through twilight meadows, their horns glowing with healing magic, as their cybernetic counterparts race beside them, dispensing nanites that knit flesh and mend bone. Here, a hobbit might rise to challenge gods, while a demon's AI construct ponders the nature of digital souls. Elven bio-engineers work alongside dwarven cyber-miners, their differences set aside in the eternal competition for resources - at least for today. Tomorrow, they might be at each other's throats, for the law of the jungle rules all, from the humblest goblin tinker to the mightiest wandering god. Speaking of gods - look to the spaces between spaces, and you might glimpse them. The wandering ones, hundreds from each species, beings who transcended their mortal forms through power, immortality, and mysteries yet untold. Some were once Wardens, those eternal guardians of Day and Night who watched over their realms until they ascended beyond even that duty. Others found their own paths to divinity, their legends whispering hope to those who dream of following in their footsteps. But take care as you travel these lands. The bridges spanning prison zones might seem secure, the blockades impenetrable, but Theltorra brooks no complacency. In the Eternal Day, prisoners harvest resources under never-ending light, while in the Eternal Night, their counterparts toil in perpetual darkness. Even free citizens brave these zones, testing their might against the realm's harshest conditions for the chance at gathering precious materials. This is Theltorra - where human cyborgs wage war against demon-sourced AI, where hobbit and goblin carry on an age-old rivalry with both blade and binary code, where every being from the smallest nanite collective to the greatest mechanical dragon might one day rise to godhood. A realm of endless plains and endless possibilities, where light and shadow do not mark time's passage, but territory's boundaries, and where the next wandering god might arise from the most unexpected place. Welcome to the eternal plains, traveler. Mind the dragons - both flesh and metal - and remember: in Theltorra, destiny knows no species, only potential.
A_Gardner_Writez · 798 Views