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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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The Omen began 18 years ago. A terrifying solar eclipse engulfed the skies above Asia. From this gaping darkness, a vicious torrent of meteors hurtled down, leaving a wake of smoldering rubble and scorched earth.

Chaos and paranoia swept over Asia, forcing the rest of the world to quarantine the continent, an island onto itself.

Two years later, from this apocalyptic wreckage, a clandestine organization known only as the Sacred Financial Group ascended to power, shrouded in myth and mystery, brimming with untold wealth and influence.

The Group would found four schools, each one unique in its own way: Sacred Gate, Mystic Peak, Phoenix, and Leonair Campus.

Only the smartest, strongest, fittest students were recruited to these institutions. Yet beneath its quiet façade of learning and academia, an unsettling truth began to surface. These were no ordinary schools. Their infrastructures, rising menacingly above all others, were strange and alien in design, as if echoing an ominous, inescapable fate.

Suspicion grew. Where these sports institutions meant to breed a new generation of genetically-enhanced athletes? Where they military centers meant to recruit and train bio-engineered soldiers?

Soon, rumors began to spread about the alarming activities conducted within the four campuses. Students, they said, were being trained in cryptic, deadly forms of combat beyond the understanding of even the military’s most accomplished intelligence agencies; they were studying forbidden scrolls and texts believed to hold incomprehensible, supernatural power—power to create as well as destroy; and being taught the use of weapons exiled long ago for their genocidal role in the Ancient Wars.

The question was: Why? Why train these students in such brutal arts?

The answer would arrive with startling implications. A dimensional riff some attribute to the meteor storm had opened the gates to a demonic realm, poisoning the living and possessing the dead.

Only the four schools proved immune to this paranormal plague. Force shields were believed to protect the boundaries of the four schools and its students, keeping them safe within the schools’ borders.

The shields, however, were beginning to show signs of weakness. There were reports of creatures infiltrating school grounds and of students being taken almost daily, never to be seen again.

It was only a matter of time…

Leonair in the East was the first of the four to fall, its entire student populace devoured seemingly overnight, the campus left a graveyard of memory.

Of those who have attempted to brave the haunted campus grounds of Leonair since, few have returned, and those that have, speke tremulously of a presence so dark, so evil, it would in time, come to destroy all mankind.

So many questions remain unanswered. What caused the meteor shower? From what dimension did this supernatural evil originate from? How did the Sacred Financial Group know of the storm’s destructive, malevolent power?

Today, everything is calm and peaceful at the three schools, even as they wonder which of them is next.

When will their time come? How long will their shields hold?

For now, the students continue their studies.

Waiting.

Training.

Praying.