Novel & Cerita It's A Paradise And It's A Warzone

--- Faradiso-Paradise --- There was a town in the East, named safest yet the most mysterious. Barriers of thick concrete aligning and separating the edges of ARIA and the safe zone. Hollows who knew of what’s inside the safe zone were shot, punished for not keeping their curiosity on the low. Who wouldn’t anyway? Having trained all life unwillingly and to follow the orders of those with jurisdiction. Who wouldn’t wanna know what lies in that area known to give security and comfort?

Because if Kaia is who I think she might be. Then this war isn’t about empires. It’s about resurrection. And fire always comes first.

“You know that a war between us is inevitable. We have been too at each other’s throats. Only one of us should exist.” “I still think we can live together in harmony.” He scoffed, “You are still young, that is why you have wild and strange thoughts like that.” “But I am still at the position I am at today because of these thoughts of mine.” Eden retorted. “None of you old geezers will be able to reach my level at this rate. So why not just be willing to live in peace without worrying about expanding your territory.” “Cocky little piece of shit, aren’t you?” The man on the other line sneered. “Wolf’s Bane is already preparing for an all-out war. There is nothing you can do to stop it.”

And if dissent there aligns with dissent here— The next war will not be between realms. It will be between ideologies. Power. Control. Choice. The barrier hums softly under my awareness. Not wounded. Not yet threatened. But aware. The worlds lean toward one another again. And if we are not careful— They may lean too far.

It was a world in a civil war of physics. To the west, the sky was a jagged wall of purple static a Zone of Silence where digital tech clearly wouldn't work. To the east, the landscape was glitching, mountains flickering in and out of existence as if the render speed couldn't keep up with reality. And between them, rising from the ruins of the old cities, were massive, jagged towers of scrap metal and hard-light fortresses of warlords who had carved up the map while the "Gods" were away.

Then, their bodies dissolved into countless, shimmering golden motes of light, drifting upward and vanishing into the brilliant sun. I could no longer hold back my tears. I believed my own life would end with their departure, my wish finally spent. But then, the system chimed one last time. [Because Player Cassidy has accomplished a feat of redemption unprecedented since the game's creation, her selfless sacrifice has profoundly moved the foundational laws of 'Terminal Paradise'. [The laws have determined that such devotion deserves an equivalent miracle. [The system will return an equal reward—"Miracle Healing." [Congratulations, Cassidy Eden. You have been reborn.]

I let the low melody of the music playing over the radio invade the sepulchre of that moment, after all, that's what we looked like. Two dead people. The harmony of What's Left from Three Doors Down resonated ironically, almost like a punch of truths scattered through every word Brad Arnold sang. "It's time for me to let you go, that's what we have to do. It's time to give this up, I think we already knew that. There's nothing left for us to talk about, there's nothing left to prove." Perfect timing, isn't it? Life is a succession of debauched events that play out right in front of you, leaving you only to accept that perhaps nothing can be done except accept the rules of the game.

Ivandor had lived in a ghetto neighborhood all his life. Characterized by lots of trash, loud people, fights, gunshots, police, stray animals, base boosted cars at three in the morning with bases so loud it knocks pictures off walls, thieves that steal practically anything, puppies eating trash, young children walking without shoes, crackheads, so much homeless people, shopping carts everywhere, liquor stores and cheap motels on every corner, screaming, graffiti, people digging in trash, random knocks on door, beware of dog signs, alley ways full of trash, hit and runs, tire slashers, loose pitbulls, creepy guys catcalling and creepy women following both men and women with little change for

Dante said, being cut off again. “He wants a war.” Rosie said next to her. “He wants to take control of all packs and be king with his army of - “Abominations.” Matt burleted out a word. “”No that won't work…” Matt said thinking out loud. “Werewolves X…no that makes them sound cooler than us.” Matt muttered to himself. “Whatever. We're going to war.” Dante blurted, being frustrated. “Wow…”Nora said out loud, looking at them.

While we came out, there were a lot of people out, walking and chatting, moving from one side of the pack to another, the guy still held me tightly as I leaped one step at a time. The air was cooked, the colours around were welcoming, I could see people with happy faces, I couldn't tell, but I'd say, cheerful faces. Everything seemed welcoming, like I had been there all my life. If there was something I felt so much was peace and tranquility, a kind of familiar feeling, with a touch of comfort. It's something I had not had for a whole decade. I wondered why I was so comfortable with everything, maybe because I was free at last, maybe because I didn't have anyone to answer to or to be command