Supreme Destiny: The Story

Supreme Destiny: The Story

In a flash of light and sound that reverberates through your bones, you finally arrive at the Great City of Armia. Ears still ringing, you look around, tightly clutching the tattered note. You are greeted by a sea of unfamiliar faces, most with looks that are as lost as yours. The teleportation didn't leave you naked, but it didn't provide anything more than meager provisions to ensure today’s survival . A quick check in your backpack garnered only some old garbs, a frail weapon and a few potions. You realize that getting additional provisions and better equipment are needed to endure in this strange land.

The streets are already filled with people. A soft winds blows through the crowded streets, caressing your skin with its cool breeze. But the wind bites, persuading you to pull your ragged clothes closer to your body. The thought of curling up and sitting in a warm corner beside a hearth seems very appealing at this moment, though you're not sure if it's the cold or... the loneliness.

Then, right at that moment, you suddenly remembered the dream.

What a strange dream it was! You remember standing on a desolate land that seemed to be shrouded with doom. Those... beasts. They kept coming...hordes of them, driving a lone warrior to the end of a mountain plateau. The warrior tirelessly swinging his sword in deadly arcs in a desperate attempt to slay the mishappen and malformed beasts, or at the very least intimidate them into submission. But there were just too many of them, constantly pushing him nearer and nearer to the edge of the cliff.

As swiftly as the winds changed flow, you suddenly realized that the eyes of the hideous creatures seemed to be staring right into yours! Confused, you look around for the warrior, and then cold reason crept in. You are the warrior. For a moment, you are stunned by the abrupt turn of events. But death does not wait and the monstrous horde immediately acts on this fatal opening in your defense. Your instincts save you and you frantically swing your blade in a vain attempt to imitate what the warrior did moments ago. Strangely, the blade felt familiar, your movements fluid and precise, as if you had spent many years training with the weapon. Yet your efforts proved futile and you are unable to hold back the unending tide of sharp claws and teeth. A brutish claw rakes your side, shredding the armor and biting deeply into your flesh. You collapse to the hard ground grimacing in pain. Blood flows and the pain increases. You try to drive it away and will yourself to stand up. But before you can raise your blade, another blow knocks you off the edge of the cliff -- but not before you managed to desperately grab onto the ledge.

You look down and you only see darkness. A sure death if you fall. You try to repress your fears, to find a way to climb back up. But the cries and howls of the approaching beasts were terrible to hear, eating away your resolve. You feel your bloodied fingers slipping and hope with it.

You close your eyes, waiting for the Reaper to claim your life.

Suddenly, a powerful explosion shook the ground, almost causing you to lose your grip. Deafening screams could be heard from the beasts above, and you feel intense cold blue fire brush against your fingers.

Total silence.

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