Empyrean Series Art Novels & Stories

He explained so that the people watching this event wouldn't suspect on where he get some paints that he use. Then, he started explaining. "This garden symbolizes the whole empire. The Sun being the Emperor giving good life towards his people. Then, this flower, the sunflower is the Empress. She's next to the sun and always follow its direction, the remaining flowers at the background is the harem, they will give extra color towards the garden but the sunflower will always stood out. The grass is the corrupt officials who will manage to get on the flowers to control them, to crawl on them, ask for their help to remain in the position so they can do more mischief," Kana turn his painting show

Lazarus' hand moved with purpose as he slowly turned the valve, releasing a subtle hiss of escaping gas. The Elders, unaware of the intricate workings behind the scenes, stepped into the inner chamber, their eyes widening at the sight that greeted them. The room was bathed in a soft, golden light, emanating from an altar at the center. Symbols of power adorned the walls, and a mural painted with such artistry stole their breaths the second they laid eyes on it. Nymeria's eyes were immediately captivated by a sculpture carved in her likeness. It was a breathtaking portrayal, meticulously capturing every intricate detail of her divine beauty. With a rush of excitement, she hurried towards the

She read the description. [Sigil of the Demon Empress] Type: Demonic Rank: V Description: In front of the viewers, the wearer will be seen as a powerful demon empress with her demonic troops behind her. It is an Illusion. The next artefact… She is inside what seems to be a giant eggshell. She punches it a few times and breaks free. That was the moment she realised that she was on top of a mountain peak. She heard a roar and looked up. Lots of dragons were flying above the sky, it was a sight to see. She was mesmerised. "Wow," she whispered.

I say to Maddox, the words feeling inadequate but necessary. His smirk returns, though it’s softer than usual. “Always am, short stuff.” Sylvara leads me through the archway, and the world shifts. The air grows warmer, saturated with scents of moss and blooming flowers. The sanctuary’s interior is even more surreal—halls of polished stone interwoven with living vines, their leaves glowing faintly. Small orbs of light float like fireflies, illuminating tapestries that depict scenes I don’t fully understand: celestial beings forging mountains, wolves howling at twin moons, oceans parting to reveal glowing cities beneath.

True energy on his body was boiling, and he rushed forward fiercely. "Divine Sky Fist!" Boom... The fist force burst out and was unstoppable. It was like the sun and the moon turning upside down, evolving and moving. In the sky, countless wonderful texture began to flow endlessly. To be able to reach the Half-step to Spirit Realm with the power of an emperor was not one of the best in The Ethereal Land, but it was also very rare. At this moment, as Emperor Tianyao made his move, an emperor's aura surged.

“You have rekindled embers even the first God would not dare touch again.” Rayden opened his eyes. His pupils were now like living embers burning and pulsing. “I’m not lighting embers, Arcs. I’m embracing them.” The fire around him exploded. The sound of melting metal echoed through the entire chamber. Stone walls collapsed, then immediately reformed themselves into a perfect ring of fire. Rayden stood in the center, his body now half-human, half-light. Above the throne, the embers surged, forming a massive hand reaching toward him. Without hesitation, Rayden stepped onto the flame. Each step left a gold trail in the air. Then he sat, and the Eternal Flame Throne blazed bright, consuming the

Rhett coughed out. Aislen shook her head and jumped to grasp the top of the wall and pull herself up. The bricks were warm under her skin, almost enough to burn. Within the courtyard, there was a scorch mark radiating out from a central point, where Ember stood utterly naked, wings spread. The wings were not wings as Samuel’s were, like those of a bat covered in black membrane, rather Ember’s wings were those of fire, the flickering flame generating enough heat to lift the ends of her long red hair.

energy into my breath, my golden eyes flaring with an orange fire. Fifth, Arthur. The sterile, mechanical logic of the Flesh surged into the circuit. I took the "Ordinary" into my mind, using it to stabilize the warring gods. Sixth, The First King’s Shadow. The geometric, mathematical light of the Icons tried to flatten my form. I took the "Abstract" into my shadow, refusing to be simplified. "IT'S NOT HOLDING!" Nathaniel screamed, the platform beginning to crack under the impossible weight of the frequencies. "The Seventh Frequency is missing! Emma, the Anchor is collapsing!"

The sight in front of his eyes were impressive. The torches lining the walls were very obviously fueled by magic, lighting up the several white statues of werecreatures and paintings of regal-looking werecreatures. Their animal-like features that they were always shamed for were fully captured in the paintings akin to human eyes or noses. The statues were also intricate and there were bigger statues depicting the ancient spirits the empire believed in.

Standing on the second row of the Avaritian knights was Arthur, eyes filled with eagerness to defeat the most powerful army in the continent they stood at. Wind blew from the south as they all watched as the Empire took their stance, arms pointed towards heaven while their opposite arms were pulled back like how one would hold a bow. Arrows made out of flames simultaneously appeared from their right hand. A commander at front with a raised hand screamed to the top of his lungs. “With the flames of the almighty Bia, we will conquer everything and everyone!” A flick of his finger sent a small flaming projectile up towards the sky. Eyes followed as it reached the heavens, it then exploded. Like