Imujin halted his pacing. The mist clinging to the courtyard floor coiled around his feet, almost sentient in how it waited.
"Now we begin."
At his words, the blood-red grass of the courtyard split with a mechanical groan. A dozen target dummies rose from the ground in flawless synchronization. Humanoid in shape but completely featur...
2025-07-31 04:07:01 +0000 UTC View PostClass One of the 49th Citadel Legion Graduates
All alive. All loyal to the legion. The most feared unit in legion history.
Approx. Level: 87
Notes: The one who broke the doors down for the rest. Ser...
2025-07-30 06:49:06 +0000 UTC View PostVaeliyan awoke the next morning with an unsettling clarity, like surfacing from beneath a still lake that hid yesterday’s violence just below the surface.
The ghost-bed had done its work. It hadn’t erased the pain. It had metabolized it. Everything, Deck’s psychotic glee, the brutal training, the grotesque forest, had been filtered a...
2025-07-30 04:07:00 +0000 UTC View PostLisa turned to Class One and pulled out a small white box, about the size of her fist. Of course, her fist looked like it could smash through concrete without slowing down, so that wasn’t saying much. Everyone in the room stared at the box like it might explode.
She flipped the lid open and held it out for them to see. "This is a stat su...
2025-07-29 04:07:01 +0000 UTC View PostInstructor Sarn didn’t say a word. The simulation shifted.
One moment they were watching the fall of Telnar Three. The next, everything went black. The sim booted again, but this time, they weren’t standing in formation. They were sealed inside.
A low hum began, deep and mechanical. Hydraulic clamps hissed and slammed over their ...
2025-07-28 04:07:00 +0000 UTC View PostMelman left without bothering to read the care instructions for the cauldron. He had bigger things to worry about. Namely: beer. And Brodin. The two were connected in the sort of way that often led to dramatic retellings, medical bills, and banned posters in at least three taverns.
He had promised to meet Brodin, his old academy room...
2025-07-27 21:11:03 +0000 UTC View PostThe door to the hall opened, and Vaeliyan stepped out.
The others were already there, Class One, fully assembled. They stood in silence, dressed in fresh, pressed Citadel blacks. Every trace of swamp stench, every smear of blood, every scratch, welt, and surgical puncture had been wiped away. No bruises remained. No swelling. Not even a sc...
2025-07-27 04:07:01 +0000 UTC View PostAfter a little while, Alorna waved them over to follow her. She didn’t say anything, just the smallest flick of her wrist, like a command born from muscle memory rather than conscious thought. They followed. No questions. No hesitation. Her silence carried the weight of finality. It was the kind of silence that said more than a speech ever cou...
2025-07-26 04:07:01 +0000 UTC View PostMelman tried to go up to his room, but the staircase was a bit more moist than was strictly safe. Moisture had a way of collecting in certain corners of the house, especially after last week’s ill-fated attempt to enchant the plumbing to self-clean. Now the steps shimmered ominously, slick with questionable condensation. He eyed the glistening...
2025-07-25 21:12:46 +0000 UTC View PostIn a dark, foreboding castle perched on the jagged cliffs of somewhere impressively inconvenient and perpetually stormy, a figure cloaked in flowing black robes stood beneath a chandelier made entirely of jawbones. (Well, jawbone-shaped candleholders. Ceramic. Handcrafted. And scented, apple cinnamon, if one were close enough to sniff.) One skel...
2025-07-25 09:25:24 +0000 UTC View PostBy the time they got up, she was gone. Just vanished. No sound. No retreating footsteps. No breath in the underbrush. Just the empty forest and the fading echo of their own stupidity.
"What the fuck is happening?" Jurpat said, looking around like the trees might explain themselves or start handing out maps.
"I think that was Alorna P...
2025-07-25 04:07:01 +0000 UTC View Post
What if, one day, all the actually good wizards were gone? Just vanished.
And the only one left was an old man. Not just old. Ancient. He shuffles around in bunny slippers and a stained bathrobe, muttering to himself and forgetting what he was doing half the time. While trying to cure his baldness, he accidentally brews th...
2025-07-25 03:53:27 +0000 UTC View PostThe pods hissed open with a metallic sigh.
Vaeliyan stepped out first, posture loose and relaxed, like the slaughter inside hadn’t been anything more than a stroll in the park. His face was unreadable, but his eyes were sharp, scanning the crowd without urgency. Victor and Wallace followed after, staggering like drunks into the bright Ci...
2025-07-24 16:07:00 +0000 UTC View Post“They lost the war. But they never surrendered.”
The Princedoms are not ruins.
They are not rebels.
They are what’s left of the Empire, and they’re not done yet.
Twelve sovereign military states.
Each ruled by a hereditary Prince or Princess.
Formed...
2025-07-23 08:53:00 +0000 UTC View Post“It’s not cursed.
It just hates you.”
Nespói isn’t a jungle. It’s a territorial instinct given shape.
It doesn’t repel invaders, it hunts them.
The trees remember you. The roots shift under your boots. The air tastes like blood and violen...
(as believed by the people of Hemera)
In Hemera, every pain births its own Hell. Every Hell has its own Devil. There is no order, no count, no book to list them all. Some say there are thousands. Others say there are only...
2025-07-23 08:16:16 +0000 UTC View PostJulian pointed. In the upper landing, looking down on everyone like kings surveying revolting peasants they meant to slaughter, stood two cadets with bright blue hair and custom black silks that shimmered faintly under the lounge lights.
They shared more than fashion. Similar noses. Similar eyes. Matching cheekbones and sneers so perfectly...
2025-07-23 04:07:01 +0000 UTC View PostThey stepped onto the pad and into a classroom that felt almost surreal in its simplicity. For once, there were no holograms flickering across the walls, no simulations, and no chaotic orientation drills. Just real desks arranged in tidy rows, a faint scent of chemical cleaner, and an actual whiteboard, white, scuffed, and half-shadowed in the s...
2025-07-22 04:07:01 +0000 UTC View PostThe wedge felt like a punishment. They hadn’t yet understood it was a test. Not just of strength or stamina, but of compliance, obedience, and self-erasure. Five miles. That was one lap. Not a metaphor. Not an exaggeration. It was a calculated stretch of misery, mapped in cruel precision.
The gymnasium was so large it had its own weather...
2025-07-21 04:07:01 +0000 UTC View PostBiome Type: Singular fungal jungle
Location: Northwest of Mara, bordering the Glass Ocean
Status: One-of-a-kind surface biome, considered one of the Hundred Wonders of Hemera (unofficially)
Accessibility: Extremely remote
The Fun...
2025-07-20 04:25:27 +0000 UTC View PostBiome: Dense, humid jungle hollow within a rainforest plateau
Dominant Flora: Broad-leaved, aerial-predator trees known as Throat Trees
Primary Ecological Role: Population control of airborne fauna
Tucked deep in the jungle canopies of Hemera’s so...
2025-07-20 04:07:45 +0000 UTC View PostThe rain had finally stopped. Breakfast was real. The house smelled like citrus and ozone. Outside, mist clung low to the garden paths, curling around the flowerbeds like memory refusing to lift. Inside, Vaeliyan stood at the edge of the dining room table, staring down at his half-finished plate, arms crossed, expression unreadable.
Josaph...
2025-07-20 04:07:01 +0000 UTC View PostThey stepped into the manor like royalty returning from war… only to find the throne room mid-dissection, its guts elegantly spilled across the floor like an offering to some ancient god of chaos and innovation.
The luxury hadn’t vanished. If anything, it had deepened. The place still glowed with soft, atmospheric lighting and architec...
2025-07-19 06:20:09 +0000 UTC View Post
