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Sao Last Recollection Op

OP Absorption

Later that day, Fin was out on his usual scrap run. The safe zone’s edge was a mess of twisted metal and broken concrete, leftovers from when the first Gates opened. He lugged a heavy bag over his shoulder, his boots crunching on gravel. The air smelled like rust and something faintly sour—probably a dead rat or worse. “Yo, Fin! Hurry it up!” his boss, Greg, yelled from the truck parked a hundred yards away. Greg was a squat, sweaty guy who acted like he was king of the scrap heap. “We ain’t got all day!” “Yeah, yeah,” Fin muttered under his breath. He bent down to grab a jagged piece of rebar, his fingers brushing the cold metal. His power kicked in—useless as ever. He could feel every nick and dent in the steel, like it was whispering its boring life story to him. 'Wow, so thrilling,' he thought sarcastically. That’s when he heard it—a low, guttural growl. He froze. His head snapped up, eyes darting around. The safe zone wasn’t *supposed* to have monsters. That’s why it was called safe. But the sound came again, closer this time, from behind a pile of rubble. “Greg?” He called, his voice shaky. “You hear that?” No answer. The truck’s engine roared to life—Greg was bailing. “Fin, move your ass!” the man shouted before peeling out, dust kicking up behind him. “Seriously?!” Fin dropped the rebar and bolted. He wasn’t a runner, but fear made his legs move faster than he thought possible. The growling turned into a snarl, and he risked a glance back. Something big and scaly was charging after him—green skin, claws like kitchen knives, and a mouth full of teeth that didn’t fit right. A monster. A freaking monster.
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The Last Offering

The Last Offering By Zanbaq Alma "There is no greater sacrifice than the one made in love. But love alone cannot stop the abyss from hungering." For centuries, the city of Ashkar has upheld a chilling tradition the centennial offering. Every hundred years, one life is chosen to descend into the abyss, a sacrifice meant to appease the ancient darkness lurking below. When seventeen-year-old Seraphine’s beloved younger brother is selected, she refuses to accept his fate. Driven by love and defiance, she takes his place, willingly stepping into the unknown. But the abyss is not what the council claimed it to be. Beneath the city lies a cursed labyrinth where past offerings linger some as whispers in the dark, others as monstrous creatures barely clinging to humanity. At the heart of it all is the Ancient One, a being that was once human, now corrupted by centuries of sacrifice and greed. As Seraphine navigates the abyss’s horrors, she uncovers long-buried secrets: the truth behind the ritual, the city’s bloodstained past, and a prophecy that ties her fate to the darkness itself. With the help of Aric, a scarred survivor of the last offering, and Kael, a rogue cultist seeking redemption, she must challenge the cycle of sacrifice before she, too, is consumed. But the abyss changes those who enter it. And as the darkness seeps into her soul, Seraphine must decide will she destroy the abyss, or become its last and greatest offering? A dark fantasy tale of sacrifice, corruption, and the fine line between monster and savior.
zanbaq_alma · 1K Views

TOI:Remembrance And Recollection

Wishes are subjective, and those who are reborn are nothing but hypocrites unworthy of the first. Words crumble to ashes, and memories of their origins resonate within fractured bodies. Amid a dream that is no mere illusion but a radiant illumination, shadows grow deeper, and the truth reveals itself, a child’s dream begins. I woke up in a world of uncertainty, a realm twisted and cruel, where swords clash, blood stains the ground, and monstrous beasts stalk the living. Flying ships drift above boundless chains that shackle the sky, while wars rage endlessly with weapons both ancient and unknown. It’s a place where beauty and terror coexist, where joy flickers like a fragile flame before being consumed by shadow. I am Celm, a man whose memories feel like shards of glass, fractured, distant, and painful. I don’t know who I truly am or why this world feels both alien and hauntingly familiar. The forsaken lands around me pulse with disasters and despair, as people endure a cycle of torment they cannot escape. And yet, hidden within this chaos lies a haunting beauty, a world that shifts and bends under the weight of forgotten truths. In this labyrinth of suffering and wonder, whispers of the Forsaken World linger, a place where the truth is absolute, where the laws of other realms erode, and where even gods lose their divinity. Every step I take feels like a descent into something deeper, a dream interwoven with reality and riddled with secrets. What is my place in this nightmare? What lies at the heart of a dream so vivid it burns brighter than light itself? I don’t know where the path leads, but I do know one thing: the truth, however unbearable, cannot be avoided forever.
preachingBombs · 11.6K Views
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