By the Ancients- The Creation of A Champion
Her madness echoed across realms until her sisters, weeping blood, forced her into an eternal slumber, a mercy that felt like deceit.
In the whispered corridors of the realm, where myths were spun into reality, and legends were carved into the very fabric of time, there existed an entity known to all as the Eighth. He was a shadowed figure, veiled in the mists, his name uttered only in hushed tones and with an air of fear. He was not a creator, but one who thrived to destroy. To the revered Ancients, he was but a male amidst goddesses, his presence regarded as a stain upon their immaculate spectrum. With disdainful eyes, the sisterhood dismissed him out of hand. To them, he was a disgrace th
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