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(✥The tale of Al-Mahid, chapter 2.✥)

At the end of the day, the four of them were discussing their plans at Al-Mahid’s dining room.

“Sign a contract with the Travessie, Al-Mahid.” Samragyi orders.

“But not before I teach you how it’s done.” Sun smirks and the two other men look at Samra.

“It’s not that difficult, but there’s no room for errors. If you mess it up in the slightest your kingdom and sanity will be GONE.” She stays silent for a moment so the king can truly digest what she said.

“First, enter it’s domain, then ask for your kingdom’s safety and offer them a favor. Then they’ll tell you what to do. It doesn’t matter how hard it is, or what you have to sacrifice for it, never break the promise.”

Mahid nods lazily, focused only on the beautiful woman in front of him.

Samragyi huffed angrily and walked in front of Mahid, leaning into him and slamming her staff on the floor, making the china on the table tremble. “NEVER BREAK THE PROMISE, AL-MAHID.” Mahid wakes up for once in cold sweat.

The Queen goes back to her place, in front of the table using a arenite slab as a chalkboard to write her plans down, Mahid never felt his heart beat so fast before.

“G-got it.”

“We shall go as soon as possible, we are running out of time.” With that she ends the meeting and they start to prepare themselves.

The quartet finds themselves in Vashar’s cursed ruins once again, exploring the ruins with ease (I mean, i wouldn’t say so for Chaki, but…), they get to the place where Sun lived in prior to now.

“I feel their presence.” Sun comments, convincedly yet seriously.

“I do too.” Samragyi complements.

They look at each other with the same plan in mind. Samragyi stands in front of them and undoes her braid, then she sways her hair elegantly.

“Sun!”

Sun answers by opening his arms, his hands unleash a wicked dark power that gets attracted to the Procozeo’s chest like a magnet. She is levitating, and her hair is spreaded in the air like a divine lotus. Samragyi takes her hands which are shining with spirit power to her Pure-Dark concentrated chest, this encounter created an explosion, and the ambience shifted from a dark ruined temple to a purple galaxy with colorful lanceolate-shaped specters of light traveling like serpents in the sky.

Chaki and Mahid held themselves on one another, their heads can barely handle being in this domain. A travessie’s domain. Samragyi’s head twitches abnormally, as if she was having some type of nervous tics, she holds her staff tighter.

“What is this place, I’m gonna cry, I’m gonna puke, I’m gonna kill someone, I might be laughing…” Mahid cradles himself.

“Our Majesty!” Chaki reached for his king, but he felt his internal organs shift around playfully while his brain was invaded by all the colors available in this time period. Samragyi stops him, holding his wrist.

“Get up, Al-Mahid.” She utters. He knew this wasn’t the time to think twice, they were running out of time.

Sun laughs a lot. It’s the first time non-divine beings in Dragonia actually feel what it is to witness a travessie. It was a remarkable experience Sun would never forget.

Samragyi face palms herself, as if she was with the strongest of headaches. “Find the travessie, and say what I told you to.”

In order to protect his allies’ sanity (or pretty much just to be thanked and have his ego stroked), Sun summons a magic shield that embraces them, protecting them from the Travessie’s side effects.

“Are you ready, Human?” The demon’s orange eyes shine with power as he looks up and down at Mahid, while invoking his power in one hand.

“…Yes.”

Sun smiles and unleashes his dark power on the king. Mahid is involved by a chaotic Pure-Dark aura that makes him disappear slowly with small dark particles around him. We shall pray for the powerful Al-Mahid’s return.

“Undo my shielding.” Samragyi protests, Sun looks at her with an interested gaze. “I want to see everything.”

…

A humanoid being with black robes, dark skin, many pairs of pink eyes lined up in their mouthless noseless face, and lilac pigtails arranged in their hair is there waiting. Unmovable. Still like a statue.

Very still. Oh, it’s a statue! Wow, it’s really well made, huh, so realistic. It also might be some type of frozen memory. In a place like this, it’s to be expected some type of fragment of memory might get lost or something. Except no, it’s actually someone. They’re alive.

This frozen thing, that really doesn’t move a muscle, has its head cutely titled while they hold with their two hands a simple wooden staff.

His heart is beating so fast. He falters for a moment, but proceeds.

“Travessie?”

HUMAN.

It Echoes across the entire dimension. Mahid jumps of startlement, and that Travessie still didn't move. He takes a deep breath.

“I trade my devotion and any favors you may ask for my kingdom’s protection— not just protection, but well being and prosperity, may my kingdom reach divine greatness, this shall make me the happiest king alive. Make me happier than ever.”

“👁️Ÿöû ŵíľł ġœ èvėřý ďāý țǒ ÿőùř ķĩņġðømś` řïvėř, ťáķě ã ċũp ǒf īțš ŵæțéř åņď špīłļ ıț ťħẽřè, äť ťħë şăńď ǎřøųņð íť. Fóř țħáť ïłļ mâķė ÿœű țħę ħǎppįěśt ŷóů çóûłď ěvéř bė.👁️”

Mahid lets aside the feeling he is melting from the fabrics of reality, takes a deep breath and reaches for the lilac power that's spilling from the travessie.

…

Samragyi had now a third eye on her forehead, her three eyes were crying fervently, each one for different reasons. She felt her hand tingle when she reached it to feel those weird light or fish speckles who flew around that starry sky.

To Samragyi, exploring a Travessie’s domain is an honor that will change her life and her duty as a priestess forever.

She noticed Mahid is behind her, and showing for once an emotion that wasn’t severity nor efficiency, she asks him.

“Did you make it, Al-Mahid???”

“I did.”

…

Ten years passed since. Now Mahid and Samragyi are married; a political affair, of course— since immature guys who think they know it all aren’t Samragyi’s type, but Mahid is clearly trying to flirt. Once in a while Sun visits them, either to prank his friend or to satiate the queen’s endless questions about the divine.

Vashar became a kingdom of gold and prosperity. The buildings were made of pure gold, as well as the plates, the utensils, the beautiful headpieces, even the structures of the furniture. It was now envied by many, Mahid even built a giant statue of pure 24 carat gold in the middle of Vashar to honor Zion, to thank her for all this gold.

As a consequence of the marriage, They had two daughters: Maitê, she looks just like her father, she’s 7 years old and can’t stay still, she wants to explore every corner of this amazing world. And Haphyr, she looks just like her mother, she’s also 7 years old and seems to be a prodigy at spiritual arts, and reads books as if it was breathing. She’ll probably take the same path as her mother.

“I present this rose to you, my queen~” Mahid bows beside her, who was seated on a chair reading a book. Samragyi coldly burns the rose with spirit fire, ignoring his clever attempts.

“Girls, come. We shall go back to Kanti”

“Awwww whyyy?!? Why can’t we stay for longer! Vashar is way more fun, papa is way more fun!!!!!” Maitê, terribly messy and dirty, sticks her tongue out in irritation. Haphyr is behind her mom’s legs.

At the end of the day Mahid was lazily laid down on his golden throne, drinking an expensive wine in a golden chalice. Zion appears beside him.

“Y O U D I D N O T C O M P L E T E Y O U R D U T Y T O D A Y A L - M A H I D”

“T H E D A Y I S N O T O V E R Y E T”

“Y O U S T I L L H A V E A C H A N C E”

Mahid sighs in tiredness and places his cup on the table beside him. “Look Zion, I’m so tired today, a lot of this happened. I gave supplies to Xa-3, then took a small trip to Kanivir, that reunion with Merryland’s consul, and I even had to take care of my daughters! I love my little girl Maitê, but oh boy is she hard to tame!” *laughter*

“I’ll do it first thing in the morning! I’ll not hesitate in the sliiiightest! I’ll be off on a blink of an eye! You understand, don’t you?” Mahid even smiles weakly to Zion.

She doesn’t say a word. Idle in place like a statue.

…

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..!

The next day, Mahid wakes up despairly, feeling a strong heat hit his face. He’s in the middle of the desert, but close enough to his kingdom to witness it being destroyed on fire, feeling his retinas burn with that light, hearing his people’s screaming and watching his gold melt.

“No.”

“NO!”

“I-it can’t be! My people! My kingdom, my golden kingdom!” Tears run out of Mahid’s eyes and Hé falls on his knees on the harsh sand. He’s so shocked and beat up he can’t do anything besides clutching his head like a crazy man.

“NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!” Zion watched him from a small distance, holding her simple wooden staff while her head is cutely tilted to the side. Sun approaches him with slow clapping.

Samragyi watches everything in disapproval from her crystal ball on a Kantonesi field. “No, he didn't do that...”

(✥End of the tale.✥)

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Don’t come after me, but I’ll post the second chapter of Al-Mahid’s story first before posting the continents and countries! 😅

The countries and continents docx is ready tho, I’ll post it in some days!

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Listeners!!! It’s been two weeks since that poll! And the winner is… countries and continents with a total of 11 votes!

Just wait a little for me to post, I’m still doing it lol

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HELLOOOO MY WONDERFUL LISTENERSSS!!!! I drew those lil guys who will appear in first-borned in the future bc I was aching to write them, then I just drew. Opinions????

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Hellooo my dear listeners!!!~! I’ve been working on the cript’s world building and little!!!! Whatcha wanna see first??

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You have 2 weeks!! (Since tumblr only allows 1 week, I’ll re-post this when it closes)

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Once I drew Gulliver in Sacreaastria’s clothes, that I actually posted here. But the truth is I drew him using the clothes of all the characters who have a splash art! I’m too lazy to digitalize the other ones, so trad it will be! (Ignore the mistakes it might have, I just correct them in digital)

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Polus WiP 🤤

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OFMG IM FINALLY DONE RE POSTING ALL THE STUFF 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

THE FUTURE POSTS FROM THIS POINT WILL BE IN REAL TIME OK

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(July 11nth 2025)

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(✥The tale of Al-Mahid, chapter 1 part 2.✥)

“Zion? Ahh…! A Travessie, of course! If not, it wouldn’t be stronger than me; a Demi-God with the same blood of the greatest Dragon that ever existed, Sacreaastria!”

Mahid almost allowed himself to roll his eyes as he heard Sun show off about his lineage, species or whatever element of his own existence he wanted to highlight this time. But right now there’s no time for silly platonic mockery. Mahid hasn’t slept for days just at the thought that this Zion guy might be a great danger to his people.

“What the hell is a Travessie?”

Sun’s multiple almond-shaped eyes widen in surprise.

“I almost forgot…! They… don’t know about Travessies!”

Sun whispers to himself regarding humanity; just like handing a fork to a child at a balloon party.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Mahid frowns rigidly and he gets serious and worried, his heart pounding hard on his chest as he questions why Sun was laughing. “Don’t mock me, I’m being serious over here!” Mahid thinks.

“Sun, answer me. What is a Travessie?!”

“Oh you Vasharian. Travessies… how can I even explain it to you?”

“Just don’t mess with them. Especially you humans and Panthalassi, who love to play with things you shouldn’t.”

Sun turns his head to the monarch, now sure that he was paying attention, Sun turns back and walks through his domain thoughtfully, rubbing his chin with his fingers as a great thinker would.

“Travessies are beings non-divine folk couldn't ever understand. I do, of course, I’m divine; but now let a panthalassi like you witness them and you’ll see the order of universes opening their wounds to you, only if you’re blessed by fortune themselves you’ll not go insane.”

Mahid now has more questions.

“Ok but how does it threaten my kingdom? And how can I stop that?”

“I don’t know, never met Zion.”

Sun shrugs in indifference.

“I don’t think this Travessie has ill intentions, but I’m very sure it wouldn’t think twice about vanishing Vashar if it thinks it’s on its way.”

“I can’t let this happen.”

Mahid gets up rigidly, determined and, in the depths of his heart, scared.

“Ll’try to stop it?”

Sun raises an eyebrow he created just now, as he doesn’t have eyebrows.

“Everything for my country!”

“Going alone? Let me accompany you.”

“No. It’s my duty as a king, and I shall do it on my own. Do not underestimate me.”

Mahid finally turns away, leaving Sun’s domain.

“It’s not that I underestimate you, Al-Mahid, really! You managed to convince me to not kill you, and you have great potential, even if you are… mediocre. But don’t you dare challenge a Travessie! Not with that attitude!”

Such words felt like a foreign language in Sun’s mouth, one hated to admit, even if ever so slightly, that he admired Mahid. Mahid didn't slow down his track, his form disappearing into the shadows, Sun tries to reach but he is doomed to stay in this specific part of the ruins. He is stuck.

“WAIT!” The demon orders furiously, Al-Mahid freezes in place.

“If you don’t want to die or get insane, little king, then you’ll have to free me.”

“Spare me! Don’t pretend you suddenly care!” Mahid boldly answers in the same tone.

“You listen to me, dross, you are the first in two centuries that got to this part of the ruins and survived. You‘re the only one who entertains me almost daily for two years. I’m not in the mood to wait some centuries or even more for someone to replace you.”

Mahid looks back with disgust and anger in his face.

“Im not some toy to boost your ego, disgusting demon.”

Mahid spits on the floor and vanishes in the darkness.

“Our majesty Al-Mahid, is there something in your mind?” The royal warrior and a great friend of Mahid’s, Chaki, stares at his king with an empathetic look.

Mahid, comfortable on his throne, alters his gaze between his lap, the long Afshar carpet and on Chaki. He closes his eyes and allowed himself to feel the fresh and dry breeze enter through the absurdly giant windows (they are actually so big that it feels like the palace has no walls) and hit his face gently; debating whether he should tell Chaki about everything or not.

“Chaki, I know this might sound crazy…” Mahid runs his fingers over his sword, sliding them over the icy steel.

“In the depths of the ruins, there lives a threat, a threat to my people, my kingdom.” He closes his mouth, but makes it obvious he didn’t end his sentence, even so Chaki interrupts him.

“A Travessie, right?”

Al-Mahid gasps silently and stares at Chaki in relief.

“You… how? How did you…”

“You know I’m not from here, your majesty” He kneels down and places his own arm on his chest as a symbol of respect. “I am from Kanti, on the continent of Arkania. In our country, it’s common for people to become great priests and to seek divine philosophy… As a Kantonesi, I came to Vashar to explore the ruins, in order to understand more about the ones who have eyes above our universe.” Chaki clears his throat, correcting himself for speaking too much, he was very excited as he never told anyone about that; and Mahid was all ears.

“If I may, your majesty, what and how you found out about the Travessies?”

Mahid hesitates to answer, he didn’t want to remember nor explain about that egocentric demon and what happened during those two whole years, at last he tries to clear some things up.

“I heard there existed a Travessie deep into the ruins who is now planning to leave them, and they might be at Vashar at any given moment now.”

“Oh no.” Chaki gets pale in despair. “No no no no no no! This is bad, really bad— my King!” Chaki calls out Mahid in cold sweat. “Mahid, forgive me for my audacity but you need to meet the queen of Kanti, Samragyi, as soon as possible.”

In a day, the queen Samragyi arrives at this desertic kingdom. The folk whispered amongst themselves, they didn’t even know Mahid was actively exploring the ruins who haunted the dreams of many. The queen has a mature and rigid touch, pink skin accompanied by a long dark purple braid, elf ears and black scleras, that highlight her red eyes. She was on her way to Vashar’s Monarch’s palace.

“I’m not here to play little games, let’s go straight to the point.”

Samragyi sat down on the floor with her legs crossed in front of the tea china she placed there just now. Mahid is slightly uncomfortable with this situation but he knows he doesn’t have a choice, he turns to face the foreign queen— his pupils dilated, almost turning his green eyes pitch black. His eyes wander through the features of the lady in front of him. Her slim slips behind that coat of black lipstick, baggy and elegant clothing, the diadem on her head… his face flushes and his knees give up, making him sit in front of her. Samragyi noticed how she affected Mahid and this made her get stricter.

“Tell. Everything. Don’t keep any details out, this is serious business. You give me information and I give so to you.” Her voice is mature and shaky due to her age.

…

“Demon.” Samragyi talks to Sun, bringing a lantern with purple fire, accompanied by Mahid and Chaki.

“You know why we are here. The Travessie.” She bows to the Demi-God. “I request your aid, I shall spill blood if necessary, deliver souls if you ask, hymns, and even servitude.”

Sun stares at the woman thoughtfully, she’s good with her words, she knows what to say to get things her way. But he was still angry at Mahid, is it really worth it to help these commoners and hurt his pride even more? But the thought of proving Mahid wrong and showing him he needed him sounded really good for Sun. Really good, really good.

“Sounds really good to me.“ Sun discreetly glances some looks at the king in a cocky manner, and Mahid tries to pretend this isn’t annoying him.

“People of Vashar! My dear subjects!” Mahid proclaims at the front of his palace, with all the folk of Vashar watching him. “It got to a point that I shall not hide this from you anymore. Everyday, for about two years, I’ve been exploring the infamous Vasharian ruins.” The clout gasps and whispers amongst themselves. “I recently discovered a threat to our kingdom, something that can destroy everything and end the peace of all.”

“But I will not allow it! I built an alliance with the queen Samragyi of Kanti and the sorcerer Sun. For the safety of Vashar we will stop this evil being and peace will prevail!” When they got mentioned, Sun (in his humanoid form) and Samra appear into the scene and Mahid raises their hands together with his, the people of Vashar cheer in emotion.

(✥End of part.✥)

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(July 3rd 2025)

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Hello my listeners, i wanted to let you know that I decided to delete the SFW version of First-Borned, because if you didn’t first-borned is a NSFW work (with explicit sexual content). I had the intention of making this censored version because I knew many people could feel uncomfortable and also I thought it was too bold of my part to share this type of work, even if for me the explicit version was always the original, and the censored always was a cheap adaptation. But I don’t see any reason for me to continue doing this, the media I create were never meant to be towarded young teenagers, and the topics I want to address and the ones I do address are mature. But I do find this very ironic, as it’s against all who makes I be myself, even more that First-Borned is a novel focused on religion, inspired on my own religious journey, and that includes breaking ties with Puritanist views and accepting the instincts that makes us be beings, humans or not. I don’t think sex is wrong os something taboo, as I mentioned, I don’t share the puritanical point of view about sex that our society has, also I think sex can be an amazing tool. In a way I think this is an Oath to the beautiful views of life that my religion and religious practices presented to me. A silly fact, I wouldn’t say it’s a spoiler but maybe unexpected to some: Gulliver is Hypersexual. As I said, FB was lightly inspired on my own religious experiences, and I wanted to make it so that he learns and accepts that he shouldn’t be ashamed of being Hypersexual or to have sex or whatever the Great Temple wanted to force onto him, his brother, and the wanderers in Lüttensterf’s forest.

It’s a little long ain’t it? I think it’s kinda of a vent, thanks to all the books I love writing i learned to say many things I’ve been hiding inside my chest in this last four years.

Hahaha!!! I won’t be deleting it now because AO3 IS DOWN!!!!!*

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(June 28th 2025)

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Stoped being a pussy(/j) and began organizing my characters names, countries/continents, powers, and right now im organizing the timelines and after that im organizing the existing species.

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(June 24th 2025)

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Do you remember the character that was at Gulliver’s side in the anniversary art? Here i present their design, Nifírila, Nibrianism’s God! I think it’s been enough time for me to share her, if only her design, to yall!

Obs: the traditional design isn’t the oficial one, only the Splash Arts ones or the digital reference sheets one.

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(June 17th 2025)

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(✥The tale of Al-Mahid, chapter 1 part 1.✥)

Around 900 years ago, there was a king known as… Al-Mahid! Mahid was the governant of a desertic kingdom called Vashar. From afar, Vashar seemed like just your ordinary desert; with all those cacti, vast paths with nothing more than sand and scorpions— and close to water… a kingdom turning more and more prosperous as time goes by.

“Hey, have you heard that Mahid actually entered the lost ruins?!”

“Don’t even start it. First of all, those ruins don’t even exist, and secondly, if they did exist, why would the king be there?”

“They do exist!! I already told you, i almost got in! I have this scar I got from it!”

The young Vasharian points to a small scar on their arm, their friend rolls their eyes in scoff.

“People really like to fake histories huh?! For the Gods sake, those ruins are all but urban myths.”

“Exactly!” *laughs* “My mom used to tell me about the ruins so I didn’t stay late outside.”

Not too far away, you can see some Vasharians kneeling and sobbing at the river’s coast.

“Gods, please, protect our king Al-Mahid!”

At some neighborhood in the capital, a group of children surround a wise, robust and old man.

“Hey mister!! You explored the ruins once right!! That’s so cool!”

“Hey, did you know Al-Mahid is exploring there too?”

“Gasp! But I heard that the ruins are very dangerous!! What now?! King Mahid is gonna die!!”

Three children discuss around the man.

“I did.” He responds. “I'm sure our majesty Mahid will do better than me on those ruins.” He concluded looking at the arm he lost on his adventures on those oh-so mysterious ruins.

”Ugh! Argh!”

A muscular guy attacks, he’s confident, olive skin, is dressed in desertic clothing made for air flow— long, dark brown and kinda voluminous hair, and using various green jewelry that are the same color as his piercing yet gentle eyes. The so loved king; Al-Mahid.

He annihilates with his sword a small group of dark and raging slimes, protecting his kingdom from those disgusting anomalies.

“Today I went as far as I ever got to…” The monarch pants and sits on the sandstone ground, resting his back on a black and semi-destroyed pillar, carved with ancient runes that emit a glow— who Mahid was sure wouldn't cause anything, having explored those ruins millions of times.

“But I can’t stop; not now. Who knows what threats exist at the end of this chaos. Threatening my people…”

He eats the almost rotten apple he was storing on his long sleeves and gets up and continues his journey.

At some point he could only feel the agonizing feeling of his extremely dry and sore throat, he tried to distract himself but nothing worked, Al-Mahid wasn’t sure if he would be alive at the end of the day. What day? How many days actually passed since he went out to this expedition? He grieves the food he lost, to the fresh water he drank from the river so carelessly…

Suddenly, he steps on a weird rock compartment on the floor. A button that activated something.

Everything turns dark, he comes back to his senses and a droplet of cold sweat slides down his face, looking at his sides frantically and holding tight on his sword.

“OH MY.” a demonic laugh comes right after this warning.

“IT 'S THE FIRST TIME A HUMAN REACHED MY PLACE, SO FAR IN THIS DEPTHS.”

“Reveal yourself!” Mahid yells with the little voice he still has.

An entirely pitch black entity emerges, with a generous amount of dark red eyes around its face, horns that don't seem to belong to this world and 15 meters tall.

“BUT I CAN'T LET YOU LEAVE.”

“I will eradicate all the evil threatening the safety of Vashar!” Mahid, foolish enough to believe he will survive, ambushes this weird entity with all he has. The monster raises one of its 8 hands and shadows with snake silhouettes emerge from his hands and fly to the human’s direction.

Somehow, Mahid managed to avoid the attack, but he scrapes his knee on the ground. But he continued so and stabbed that… thing with his knife.

His sword is consumed by the eminent darkness of that monster.

He is almost consumed himself as well, the tanned man quickly jumps away and tries to think of some strategy to defeat this being of pure chaos, but when he noticed, his body and mind couldn’t take it anymore and he collapsed.

Three weeks later, he wakes up in his bed, with terrible feeling- it felt like his throat was being stabbed by a Pure-Dark slimy void, stabbing him from the inside in a way that doesn’t hurt but still sends an agony that makes him want to rip his own throat off with the calluses of his hands.

The warrior from foreign lands that three weeks prior to this was surrounded by curious little children, refused the king from such cursed place.

Mahid was doing better and even bought a new sword, spent months healing mentally. But there was something he put his head on a long while ago.

He would come back and kill that monster.

He spent months secretly adventuring to the end of Vashar’s ruins and battling against that entity, he didn’t win a single time, and always woke up at his bed, rescued by the warrior Chaki. Did the monster spare him? Did it felt pity? Or maybe it liked having some company during the lost centuries? For some reason, the feeling that the monster had mercy on Mahid made him disgusted.

2 years passed since he battled with the monster for the first time, their first meeting! Mahid was so more experienced in exploring the ruins than he was when he started in it, it’s actually ridiculous.

He didn’t lose time with slimes and uncanny ghosts anymore, he brought energizing and hyper-hydrated supplements, and knew every single type of shortcut; only to put an end to his arch-nemesis.

When he arrived in the demon’s lair; those sadic laughter would only fill his heart with determination— and he attacked the monster with all his will.

Mahid skied like a green flash through the air, while Sun’s darkness threatened to exterminate his colors. Ribbons of darkness choke the king’s neck with no mercy, but he charges a green electric slash on the child of the sun that made his throat to be released. Al-Mahid avoid the dark pillars Sun threw at him while he aimed his sword into its eyes.

Sun’s red eyes are stabbed by the tip of Al-Mahid’s sword that goes deeper, causing pain. With the shock, some small green lighting aura dances around the sword.

In anger the monster pushes Mahid far away, making him hit his back at some pillar and break one of his ribs. Mahid got up and quickly ran to some corner to eat and recover some energy, obviously aware that the other would try to attack him.

But Sun takes the sword off from his face and… laughs.

It wasn’t his classic sadistic laughter, it really seemed he was actually having fun.

Mahid leaves his hiding spot in a defensive pose, still not letting his guard down. Confusedly he gets closer to the monster, that did not show any sign that his hostility ever once came to exist in this domain.

“Hahaha! I think it’s actually hilarious that you’re so focused on me even though the actual danger left its lair and is leaving the ruins! Zion! Hahahahahaha!”

“Hah.” The green eyed man let out a genuine laugh. Somehow he really wanted to sit beside the monster and laugh alongside it!

“Hahahahahahahaha!” The king laughs beside him, not from insanity, but genuine euphoria.

“You entertained me, human, I don’t wish to fight anymore. You would make an marvelous servant of mine. What do you think?”

“Never.”

“Well, foolish of you to refuse such offer. Anyways, what’s your name?”

“Me…? Mahid!”

“How funny, almost silly.”

“How dare you?! Do you think your name is better than mine?!”

“Im called Sun!“

“Hmmm, Mahid is still better!”

This unlikely duo makes their very weird friendship stronger over the weeks.

“But hey, Sun, tell me… who is… that Zion guy you mentioned?”

(✥End of part.✥)

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[storytellerscrypt]

(June 15th 2025)

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Hello my listeners, here I present the powers/elements of the crypt’s world!! Ill elaborate individually on them later, too lazy now.

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[storytellerscrypt]

(May 28th 2025)

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Look what some mere fixing can do…

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(The square-y version is the old one, the white version is the fixed one.)

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[storytellerscrypt]

(Pt 3/3)

(May 25th 2025)

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Is it ok to do what wr champions my characters would play?? It is? Ok, here it comes ;-)!!

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(Pt 1/3)

[storytellerscrypt]

(Pt 2/3)

(May 25th 2025)

🌋⚓️🐺

Is it ok to do what wr champions my characters would play?? It is? Ok, here it comes ;-)!!

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(Pt 1/3)