Ascendance Trilogy 소설 & 이야기

*What the hell is going on? *The Ascendency,* Kyrax rumbled. *It calls for us. Our connection has been fixed, for now. Quickly, we need to enter the first phase of the Bloodlust Ascendancy. It's the only way to level the playing field.* *Are you mad?* I shot back as I dodged another claw swipe from one of the wolves. *You know what happened last time! That backlash nearly killed us!* Kyrax's growls deepened, vibrating through my skull. *We don't have a choice. We don't need the second phase, just enough power from the first to hold them off. Trust me, Kovu, it's different this time. I can feel it.*

The First Ascent The "Climber" was a marvel of Jace-Prime’s design. It was a teardrop-shaped vessel called the Leidenfrost, designed to "skate" on the magnetic sheath of the Umbilical. It carried no fuel; its entire propulsion system was based on Induction. As it rose through the beam, the difference in temperature between the glowing core of the Umbilical and the cooling outer shell would generate a massive electrical current, driving the magnetic motors upward at speeds that made the old Syndicate steam-engines look like crawling insects.

“We choose each other.” Ares’s voice drops to a growl: “And we choose freedom.” The goddess lunges But the triad detonates. Light floods the realm, swallowing her scream, swallowing everything. And for the first time in my life… I am not afraid of what comes next. Because whatever we become Whatever this merge makes us We’ll be three. Not one. Not two. Three.......!!

However, he wasn't getting anywhere just relying on his own ability either, as reaching the Scion rank meant he was Ascendent. Improving from mortal ranks to Ascendant simply wasn't that easy—starting from Scion, rising to Ruler, Sage, and finally to Emperor was difficult as the gaps between the ranks widened consecutively.

The Middle was an engineered world, carved into bedrock and woven into the colossal roots of the Mother Tree that stood hundreds of feet above on the surface of Triune. There were terraces, gardens, workshops, and sparing rooms. The Middle, both laboratory and home to those who live there, a long apprenticeship in training and survival. One that must be endured in order to step through the Moondoor and onto the Phebus lit shores of the Upper. The muted rasp of Gilly’s own breathing felt like a betrayal as she raced ahead, a reckless defiance against her odds of survival. For being a moment late wasn't merely an infraction; it was an act of war.

" I followed her out of the cell and into the hallway. By the time we stepped into the hallway, it was already packed with vampires in their familiar red cloaks. I freaked, the familiarity of the scene causing nausea in the pit of my stomach. They were more than I could count. With their red cloaks and black garments, they approached us, their sharp canines and claws on full display. I looked to Aurora for the same panicked expression, but her face was relaxed. Too relaxed. And a smirk slipped across her lips. "By the way, did I ever tell you that I was an Alpha in my pack before I got kicked out?"

Thick black hair in a clean cut, dark brows properly curved, straight nose, thin lips that curves very seldom, and prominent jaw that proves his manliness. At a glance, you know he is the most disciplined of all. The always logical and responsible one. Maybe because from childhood, every person in their sect already knew that he was the next leader. Bearing such a big responsibility that early, no doubt why his principles and perspective were shaped that way. Alessandro Vaughn III, the first born of Viljancos, was almost the same age as Amadeus. He's ruthless looking, but he's not as uptight and intimidating as Amadeus.

Years went on, and these Lords: The Ekryons, remained the rulers of this world, shaping it from the shadows into what they saw fit. And as the ringing bells of the Ascension sang, so came the enthronement of this lords as Emperors to the seat of power, and so did the threats to free Vyorn. _________________________________ P.S: Spells are in 'bolds' and "italics" It would mean the world if you can tap on that "star" thingy that says "Vote"

The night was clear, and the city lights glittered below. My phone vibrated with a message from Emily. It was a long one. She said she had also left Trehill later and joined another company, but never felt at ease. She apologized for helping Daniel manipulate me back then, saying that only now did she realize that exploiting people who truly worked hard would eventually destroy the morale of the entire team. She wished me well. After reading it, I didn’t reply. Some wounds couldn’t be erased with just a single apology. Some roads, once walked, couldn’t be turned back from.

The out-of-control car plummeted hundreds of meters, and the moment it struck the sea, darkness claimed me. When I woke up again, I stood at the rally’s award ceremony. The crowd surged around me, immense and unstoppable. Jack and Alanna stood at the center of the championship podium, holding the trophy, their fingers entwined, speaking their acceptance speech to the cameras. “Standing here, I must thank Alanna. She’s not only my navigator, but also my anchor, the person who keeps me grounded.” Alanna lowered her gaze, smiling shyly. “It’s Jack who has the skill. He practices every day and knows every curve of the terrain by heart.”