The Birth of Guilds:
A deep, celestial chime rang out, reverberating across the ethereal plane. It was a sound that signified creation, a decree that would shape the fate of the Otherworlders.
"The Otherworlders must not walk their paths alone."
Angel's vision blurred as divine power surged through them.
FLASH!
Images exploded in their mind of monolithic fortresses standing tall against the horizon, banners of different emblems fluttering in the wind, warriors training in sprawling courtyards, scholars lost in vast libraries brimming with ancient wisdom.
"They shall establish Guilds sanctuaries of unity and strength. These Guilds shall stand as the pillars of order and progress."
THUD!
A colossal map materialized in Angel's mind, expanding to reveal the vast landscapes of Otherworlders Continent.
"Let the Guilds rise across the land, each with a sacred purpose."
Combat!
CLANG!
Swords clashed, warriors roared, and shields shattered under relentless strikes.
Exploration!
WHOOSH!
Adventurers raced through dense forests, sailed across uncharted seas, and unearthed the secrets of lost civilizations.
Trade!
CHING! CHING!
Coins clinked, deals were struck, and bustling marketplaces overflowed with exotic goods.
Knowledge!
SCRIBBLE…
Pages turned, arcane symbols glowed, and scholars debated the mysteries of the universe.
Each Guild would serve as a foundation for the Otherworlders' future, a beacon to those seeking strength, wisdom, and purpose.
But then
The air tensed, an invisible weight pressing down on Angel's soul.
A decree followed, unyielding and absolute:
"The native races of Samsara, those of noble spirit and goodwill, may assist in this endeavor. But..."
BOOM!
A thunderous force shook the divine realm.
"They shall not interfere in the matters of the Otherworlders."
"Their only duty is to guide, manage, and uphold stability within the Guilds. Nothing more."
A warning, an unshakable command laced with divine authority seared itself into Angel's very being.
There would be no exceptions. No compromise.
The gods would tolerate no deviation from this law.
Angel exhaled sharply, their heart pounding as the weight of this decree settled in their chest.
The path of the Otherworlders had been laid.
A new order would rise.
But this was only the beginning.
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The Creation of Production Academies:
A low, resonant hum filled the celestial expanse, vibrating through Angel's very essence. The decree that followed was heavier than steel, more profound than the wisdom of ages past.
"Strength alone does not build empires."
A deep, echoing bell tolled, its chime rippling across the heavens.
"Knowledge, craftsmanship, and creation are the true cornerstones of lasting prosperity."
FWOOOSH!
A whirlwind of golden light engulfed Angel's vision.
They saw vast academies, their towering spires etched with intricate runes. Within them, master craftsmen shaped the very foundation of civilization.
CLANG! CLANG!
Sparks flew as blacksmiths hammered molten metal, forging blades destined to carve legends.
BUBBLE… FIZZ!
Alchemists stirred luminescent elixirs, each drop containing miracles beyond mortal comprehension.
ZAP!
Enchanters wove intricate glyphs into artifacts, their hands glowing with ancient power.
SCRATCH… SCRATCH…
Rune Masters carved divine symbols onto stone and steel, embedding the essence of magic itself.
It was a vision of endless potential, a world where innovation and mastery flourished.
And then came the gods' decree:
"Let Production Academies rise across the Otherworlders' Continent."
"Let every profession Blacksmith, Alchemist, Enchanter, Rune Master, and beyond be taught to those who seek mastery."
But the gods would not grant this knowledge freely.
A divine pressure settled upon Angel, unshakable and absolute.
The Three Sacred Guidelines:
–Only the most skilled masters from each Production Class would be chosen to teach the Otherworlders.
–Native races willing to impart their knowledge would be permitted to educate, but nothing more.
–They must not physical interfere in the development of the Otherworlders for the next ten years.
BOOM!
The final decree shook the celestial realm, a warning woven into its very essence.
The Otherworlders were to rise by their own hands.
No intervention. No shortcuts.
Only those willing to forge their destiny would claim the future.
Angel gasped, their heart pounding with the weight of divine law.
A new era had begun.
But at what cost?
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A final command followed:
A deep, celestial hum resonated through the vast ethereal plane, a sound that carried both divinity and finality.
Then, the decree descended like an unshakable law, sealing the fate of the Otherworlders.
"Gather all natives of Samsara willing to aid in the continent's development for the coming year."
The heavens trembled.
"Choose them carefully, for any disruption within the Otherworlders' land during this ten-year period shall not be forgiven."
CRACK!
A jagged bolt of divine lightning split the void, its echo stretching across realms.
A heavy silence followed thick with unspoken warning.
The gods' will was absolute.
No plea, no compromise.
Any who dared to defy this command would face judgment beyond mortal reckoning.
The vision blurred. Angel's breath was shallow, their mind reeling from the weight of celestial authority.
And then
BOOM!
A final surge of divine energy erupted, casting Angel back into the waking world.
The message had been delivered to Angels, next all up to deliver this news to Samsara world.
The fate of the Otherworlders, the rise of Guilds, the birth of Production Academies everything had been set in motion.
Now, the world would watch as destiny unfolded.
Would the Otherworlders rise to claim their place in history?
Or would they fall before the trials that awaited them?
Only time would tell.
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The Weight of Destiny;
As the divine realm dissolved into fading radiance, Angel gasped, their senses crashing back into the mortal world. A deep, primal tremor ran through their body, their soul still resonating with the celestial decree.
The gods' voices lingered like an unshakable prophecy, echoing through their very being a truth that could never be forgotten.
They knew what had to be done.
–The Path to Ascension had been unveiled for Otherworlders Continent.
–The Guilds would be formed.
–The Production Academies would rise.
And through it all, the world would march toward an era unlike any before.
But with such revelations came an undeniable truth
This was only the beginning.
Beyond the veil of divine guidance, unseen hands moved, weaving threads of fate both light and dark.
CRACKLE!
The air shifted, an omen of unseen forces stirring.
The shadows did not sleep. The enemies of progress would not stand idle.
As the heavens had decreed, so too would the world resist.
But none of that mattered now.
A new age had dawned.
The Age of Ascension had begun for Otherworlders.