Location: Unknown!
Current Date:Current Date: Year 24,991 | 1st Month Verdora | Day 3
As the World Alliance neared completion of its preparations establishing the Three Division Teams and forging the Otherworlders Ascendants Association (TOAA). Something profound was unfolding in an unknown realm.
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Unknown Location!
A Vision from the Gods
High above Samsara World, in a plane beyond mortal reach, the very fabric of reality trembled. The celestial harmony wavered, as if time itself hesitated in the presence of something greater.
CRACKLE!
The sky, though void of clouds, split open with arcs of divine energy. Invisible forces wove through existence, twisting the natural order as something ancient, powerful, and absolute descended.
A heavy silence followed a silence too unnatural, too complete.
Then
BOOM!
A soundless explosion rippled across the void, felt not through ears but within the very essence of the soul. It was neither light nor darkness, neither physical nor ethereal, neither force nor void It was something beyond.
And then it spoke.
A voice, neither male nor female, neither mortal nor wholly divine, resonated deep within the collective consciousness of the Angel Race those chosen to bear the weight of celestial decrees.
"Angel, bearer of fate… messenger of the gods… hear the will of the divine."
A blinding radiance erupted, swallowing Angel's consciousness whole.
WHOOSH!
A formless pressure crushed against their very being. Time lost meaning. Space twisted, unraveling like threads of a cosmic tapestry. It was neither a dream nor reality, it was something beyond.
And then, the light receded.
Angel stood at the threshold of the Celestial Expanse, an endless realm of pure, undiluted divinity.
The air vibrated with an otherworldly resonance, each breath laced with an unspoken truth. Before them, towering silhouettes of gods loomed like eternal sentinels, their forms shifting between reality and divinity.
Their voices were not spoken, not whispered, but etched into the soul itself.
"The path of destiny unfolds. The fate of the Otherworlders shall be written here, upon the pillars of eternity."
And so, the Revelation of Ascension began.
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The Revelation of Ascension:
BOOM!
A pulse of divine power surged through the realm, shaking existence to its core.
"The time has come for the Otherworlders to walk the path of true Ascension."
The words were not merely a decree they were law, absolute and undeniable.
"Strength without purpose leads to ruin. Power without guidance brings only destruction. We, the gods, shall grant the knowledge to forge this path."
FWOOOSH!
Visions exploded in Angel's mind, rushing forth like an unstoppable tide:
-Mighty warriors, their bodies infused with celestial energy, ascending beyond mortal flesh, their very presence bending the laws of reality.
-Mages, weaving incantations that rewrote the nature of existence itself, their spells no longer bound by the constraints of time or space.
-Souls, stepping beyond the threshold of mortality, shattering the chains that once bound them to their frail human limitations.
The sheer magnitude of these revelations pressed against Angel's very essence.
Their breath was stolen. Their thoughts scattered.
And yet the gods were not done.
"To ascend, one must undergo the Full Process of Evolution, a sacred transformation that refines the body, mind, and soul."
A thunderous proclamation echoed across the realm. Reality itself trembled.
The conditions of Ascension had been set.
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The Three Absolute Conditions for Ascension:
A divine decree carved itself into the fundamental laws of Samsara, an unbreakable doctrine that would determine the fate of all who sought to rise.
1. Mastery of One's Path – Whether through Aura, Magic, or Divine Arts, an Ascendant must reach the pinnacle of their chosen discipline.
2. Trial of Will– Only those who endure the Baptism of Chaos, a trial that tests one's very essence, may break free from mortal shackles.
3. Harmonization with Samsara's Flow – The world itself rejects those who disrupt its balance. To ascend, one must synchronize with the forces governing existence.
Angel felt it.
The very world, the rivers, the winds, the stars all pulsed with a hidden rhythm, a silent force that dictated the fate of all things.
They saw it.
The land shimmered with ethereal energy. The sky whispered in unknown tongues. The very air sang with the voices of ancient spirits.
This was the truth. The ultimate law.
Angel could barely breathe.
This knowledge… This truth… It was beyond anything the world had ever known.
And yet
CRACK!
A fissure of divine power split the void, heralding yet another revelation.
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Magic Spells and Combat Skills:
"Distribute Magic Spells and Combat Skills to Mages and Warriors."
The command echoed across the void, carried by a voice that was neither harsh nor gentle, only absolute.
"Magic Spells and Combat Skills are the very foundation for those who walk the path of Ascendants."
"Spells and Skills are the essence of ascension, the path upon which mortals rise beyond their limits. Without mastery, their journey shall end before it even begins."
There was a lingering amusement in the divine presence, as though the struggles of mortals were but an endless tale, written and rewritten across time.
"Let build great libraries upon the lands of the Otherworlders monuments of knowledge, housing the wisdom of Magic and Combat. Within their halls, the tomes of power shall be scattered, waiting for the worthy to claim them."
BOOM!
A surge of divine energy swept through the unseen realm.
Angel gasped, clutching at their soul as an unseen force seared knowledge into their very essence. The weight of revelation bore down upon them, a truth undeniable and absolute.
Magic and combat were no longer mere arts. They were the pillars of ascension, the keys to the path beyond mortality.
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Financial Funding:
"The Otherworlders arrive from distant realms, torn from the worlds they once knew," the voice resounded, neither merciful nor indifferent only resolute.
"Their currency holds no value here. They arrive with nothing"
"They come with knowledge, with potential…."
A pause. The air thickened, the unseen will of the gods pressing against reality itself.
"This world moves by the laws of wealth, where gold dictates survival and power bends to those who command it. To cast them adrift without means would be to seal their fates before their trials begin."
"Let it be written that each Otherworlder shall receive one hundred gold coins."
THOOM!
The decree reverberated across existence, altering the very fabric of Samsara. The weight of celestial law pressed into Angel's soul, an immutable truth carved into the foundation of the world itself.
Yet even as the proclamation was made, a deeper understanding dawned.
Gold was but a tool. A temporary lifeline.
It could buy shelter but not safety. It could fill one's stomach but not strengthen one's will.
In the end, survival would not be dictated by wealth alone.
Only strength, wisdom, and unyielding resolve would determine their fate.