Aboard the Astral Express, the Nameless IVE-nturers have stumbled upon their next IVE-nture: Izphoreus--The Eternal Land. A stubborn and new Traiblazer, Leeseo, will carve her own path alone through this new world. Twelve hearts exist as one on this planet. Will Leeseo be able to unravel the secrets of Izphoreus? Will she be able to change their fate? Perhaps the answers are within--as IZ written.
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In the legend’s beginning, the world was pure chaos.
There was nothing and everything. There was existence and there was nihility. There was creation and there was destruction.
Then, the gods cast down the Coreflames, and the Titans were born from within.
Three Titans carved the heavens and earth.
[REDACTED], the Earth Titan, the Pillar of Stone.
[REDACTED], the Ocean Titan, the Chalice of Plenty.
[REDACTED], the Sky Titan, the Eye of Twilight.
Three Titans wove the threads of fate.
[REDACTED], the Passage Titan, the Gate of Infinity.
[REDACTED], the Law Titan, the Scale of Justice.
[REDACTED], the Time Titan, the Veil of Evernight.
Three molded life with their hands.
[REDACTED], the Worldbearing Titan, the Throne of Worlds.
[REDACTED], the Reason Titan, the Bough of Rift.
[REDACTED], the Romance Titan, the Chrysalis of Gold.
And, three guided calamity’s gate.
[REDACTED], the Strife Titan, the Lance of Fury.
[REDACTED], the Death Titan, the Hand of Shadow.
[REDACTED], the Trickery Titan, the Coin of Whimsy.
The Titans’ blaze enlightened civilizations, and people of all realms thrived endlessly. But the golden age was fleeting, and from beyond the sky came the heretical black tide.
Its gloom was darker than death itself, driving the Titans to madness, and the mortals to mutual war.
Strife broke out across the land, and the stain of blood consumed the light of dawn. As the gods waged war, the sun itself grew quiet in awe. A millennium of divine conflict left only a shattered world and an age of darkness.
The black tide of the end fell upon the land, gods descended into madness, and mortals turned their weapons on each other. The Coreflames flickered and dimmed, and the age of the gods met its end.
Yet still, there were heroes who chased the flames, leading the way in the grand undertaking of creation. In this world, they fused burning golden ichor into their bodies. And as golden blood fell to the ground, a distant prophecy resounded.
“Flow, golden blood. Flow.”
“Converge into a boiling river that flows to the heroic heirs of this world—.”
“[REDACTED] the Goldweaver—You must gently caress the holy city’s silken web, and harken to the sounds and voices of destiny.”
“There shall be the three-faced messenger traversing through myriad doors, bearing tidings to you from hundreds of worlds.”
“[REDACTED] the Foolish has enough knowledge to refute faith, and to stir up a torrent capable of slaying gods.”
“Go seek the priest who severs dawn from dusk, and let the sky become the slumbering cot from which she wakes.”
“Make her roar, [REDACTED] the Undying! Pierce the enemy’s king with Kremnos’s blood!”
“Set her in motion, [REDACTED] the Fleet-Footed. Command the frozen time to once again flow.”
“And that servant of the Hand of Shadow, the daughter of the River Styx—the River of Souls—if you grant her the right to embrace, then even frozen death will sleep peacefully at her fingertips.”
“You will hear the sound of the ocean’s abyss reverberating through the storm.”
“You will see outlanders from faraway realms visiting under the veil of gloom.”
“Until the journey’s end, when the Titans of old have all fallen …”
“And the nameless new king ascends the throne, alongside countless heroes …”
“ … to embark on the grand and final mission of deliverance.”
“I gaze towards the distant future, where the sun shall etch the footprints of humanity. The children of humankind, known as the Chrysos Heirs, shall pluck the gods’ Coreflames, and once more uphold the world.”
“The Flame-Chase is a journey of constant loss, among which even life itself holds little value.”
“Therefore … we cast even ourselves into the flame—only to inscribe the opening stroke in the poem of creation.”
Izphoreus!
I do not call your name suddenly or without cause. I come here to recount history.
Most “Hero’s Journeys” in the universe are just dice tosses THEY threw on a whim. Will destiny remember their names in the days to come? Will your answer be any different, Izphoreus?
Memories slumbering at dusk, please do not forget Izphoreus’s name.
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“Of course, this will be a romantic story like none that has come before.”
“You think so too … right?”
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