The cosmos was a vast, infinite expanse, a place where the rules of reality bent and twisted, where time and space intertwined in ways that defied comprehension. It was here, in the boundless void between worlds, that the Eternals first emerged—beings born from nothingness, their existence a paradox in itself. The Eternals were not created …
The shadowy figure, after bowing deeply to Zui Tian, had retreated as commanded. It moved swiftly through the city’s darkened streets, blending seamlessly with the night. The patrons of The Mortal Tavern were left in a state of stunned silence, still reeling from the encounter. For them, it was an event they would talk about …
The evening settled over the city like a velvet cloak, draping the streets and alleys in the soft glow of twilight. The marketplace, once bustling with activity, had quieted down as the last of the vendors packed away their goods. The Mortal Tavern, however, was just beginning to come alive. Its dimly lit interior buzzed …
The city was alive with its usual hustle and bustle, the marketplace thriving with the exchange of goods, and the streets teeming with the endless flow of people. Zui Tian, still wandering aimlessly through the winding paths of the city, sought refuge in the mundane, allowing the sensory overload to keep his thoughts anchored in …
Zui Tian awoke with a start, his mind cutting through the remnants of sleep like a blade through mist. The room was dimly lit by the morning light seeping through the cracks in the wooden shutters, casting faint rays across the simple furnishings. The bed creaked as he sat up, rubbing his temples to chase …
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