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Location:Thirn's Hollow, Outer Reach Sector 60 – Planet Berkal
Time: 3PM
Weather: Arid. No wind. No clouds. The kind of heat that makes old bones remember.
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The sky tore itself open.
Not with thunder or flame —but with a silent fold of reality, like a breath being held too long and finally exhaled between two planar dimensions.
A flash of pale starlight.A shimmer.Then—
She arrived.
The halfling girl.
Her body fragile. Her aura burning.Her feet dragging through the dust of a world that had no record of her existence.
She stumbled into Thirn's Hollow edge, a dry, brittle village on the outer edge of civilization —where wind turbines spun with tired magic, the villagers moved like history had forgotten them.
The streets were dust and cracked stone.Children played with salvaged tech.Farmers sharpened dull tools under fading glyphlight lamps.
To them, the girl was just another wanderer.Another broken thing dragged in from the wastes, at last a bad omen.
But she didn't see them.
Because something else was pulling her to walk forward.Something old.Something massive.
She wandered past rooftops lined with creaking spell-panels,past beastkin mothers stringing dry vegetables under wards,past a bard playing static-laced tunes on a broken data-flute.
The sky above flickered —once.Just once.
And then she felt it.
Not a presence.Not a voice.Not even magic.
But a wind pressure...
Like a planet watching her.
Like a god that had decided to breathe again.
Her breath hitched.
In the field ahead — dried and dying from heat and time —a figure moved.
Barefoot.Ragged coat.Head bowed.Pulling weeds.
As if the world hadn't known multiple world ending tales of old because of his name.
The Immortal King.
He didn't look up.
But to the girl, his presence hit like a divine wall of pressureless weight. Through Faerisy bypass skills she saw what she shouldn't have as she activated the passive "Eye of a mad Queen" towards him.
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Like standing beneath a sleeping mountain that chose to remain still out of mercy, not weakness.
A blue aura begin to stirr from his arms, his hands, his fingers... It began to flow high, dance in a strange wind as it grew exponentionally towards the sky like a fountain of pure massive energy...
She tried to take another step forward.
But... Couldn't.
Her body shuddered, spine locking up as her spirit was the first to kneel not by obligation but by a past memory reflex.
Faerisy stirred within her blood — the ancient fairy's voice cracking through the bond:
"That's not a man Kye… That's the end of things, wearing flesh. The last harbringer of Pandemonium in the tales of old. An immortal who forgot multiple times his own purpose and name."
Kye collapsed.
Face-first into the dirt as she slightly vomitted from the sheer power she saw gliding the skies.Breathing in dust with difficulty from the recoil of Faerisy magic through her blood.
For a moment, nothing moved.
Then — the sound of old weeds being dropped.
The King straightened slowly.Not like a warrior.Not like a god.
But like someone who knew this moment had come a thousand times before, and never once smiled because of it.
He looked down at her.
Not surprised.Not confused.Just… resigned.
The wind stirred at last, brushing past his ankles as he unconsciously dissipated his aura from Faerisy skill with a movement of his hand over his head.
He kneeled next to the collapsed girl as he whispered — so softly even the dirt seemed to listen:
"Do you need help little one ?"
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Location:Thirn's Hollow, Outer Reach Sector 60 gamma– Planet Berkal
Time: 9PM
A twilight began to cover the two moons of Berkal as the night began to set into the village.
His voice was barely more than wind across dry stone — but it was enough.
The girl stirred, her eyes fluttering open.
The world swam in her vision — fractured light, pulsing pain, and the faint afterglow of teleportation burn in her bones.But even through the haze, she saw him.
Not his face.Not his eyes.
Just the outline still blurry.
A figure in rags.Bent knees.A hand extended.
Not glowing.Not burning.
Just there.
Solid. Present. Calm.
She tried to speak.Only managed a whisper:
"You're… real?"
He didn't answer but smiled.Just nodded once.
"Mhm"
And lifted her like a feather.
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His steps through the village were steady.The villagers barely glanced at him.They knew his silhouette and trusted him.
They didn't know who he was —But they knew what he did.
He fixed broken things.Carried water barrels for the elders outter homes.Healed blightroot crops with strange hand gardening techniques no one had seen before.
So when they saw him carrying this wanderer girl wrapped in a leather blanket,they didn't ask.
They just nodded.Some offered water.One gave a prayer of fortune for her recovery.
He brought her to the small stone house at the village's edge.Not much. A single room.One cot.A bench.A roof patched with melted copper and spell-thread linen on the walls to isolate the inside from the cold temperature of the night.
The villagers had built it for him a month ago,after he'd rebuilt a wind panel array from scraps and stabilized their drinking well using a string, a coin, and something no one understood, Perhaps a miracle.
He had never asked anything for it.
But he had accepted it their gifts.
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He placed the girl gently on the cot.
She was burning up — not from fever, but from the aura clash within her.Faerisy's divine resonance was still active, bouncing through mortal nerves too small to carry it.
She cried out once in her sleep, fingers glowing.The shadows in the room trembled.
The King sat beside her.
He didn't dispel the power.Didn't seal it.
He simply… listened.
To the way her breath fought the energy.To the way her soul, though young, refused to break.
She was afraid.Tired.Overwhelmed.
But she was not collapsing anymore.
She had a strange look to his eyes as he focused deeper on the purple glazed eyes of the little girl.
The look of someone who's fallen before—and decided not to fall again.
Outside, the wind picked up.
Dust rolled through the village like whispers crawling through memory.
Inside, the King finally spoke — not to her, but to whatever listened inside her.
"You're holding onto her too hard… Faerisy... You shouldn't have brought her here."
He placed a ragged cloak over her chest, brushing hair from her forehead.
"This world is not kind to hope anymore."
The candlelight flickered.
And across the village, for just a moment, all the runes on the rooftops glowed —Not brightly, but like they were remembering something.
The presence inside the body of Kye talked through her mouth as she was asleep.
"So your soul remembers my name... Ho thee who protects and accepts destruction in the world of Berkal, thee disappeared and abandonned us against the Magical technological era... to our great doom."
The king stood silent before answering.
"The affairs of mortals are by universal laws, not mine to interact with... tho it pained my memory greatly i was taken by another battle Faerisy... "
Faerisy dropped a tear of sadness through Kye closed eyes as she knew deep down that he himself had a broke that rule multiple times before out of love for "mortals" taken by evil residents entities.
"Lying to yourself won't prevent more deaths and blood on your hands Immortal King... what about Feralina ?"
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Feralina's name thrusted a spear through the sealed memory of the Immortal King as if that name was important to him enough to break his vows towards the universe but couldn't remember a face to react to. The only memory who leaked his cortex was that of him dancing hand in hand with a strong and tall pure bred orcish female in a tree house, millions years ago—then fire and death...
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"that belongs to the past fae..."
Enraged at his answer Faerisy forced a regeneration phasis too fast as the body of Kye begin to stirr energy by her skin pores weakening her muscles.
"Be gentle with her Faerisy..."
"Humpf..." she let out, before releasing her grasp on Kye's mouth.
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The girl finally stopped glowing.Her breath settled.Sleep took them both.
The night deepened.
Dust curled at the window like it didn't dare enter.Outside, the wind stilled.Even the village dogs went quiet.
He stepped outside in the cold air of the night... And inside the Immortal King…something ancient unlocked.
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[SYSTEM] ONE TAPPING HEIR GOD SYSTEM :> Signal Confirmed. Divine-Class Resonance Aligned.
"Ho, Last Veilling Angel…You remain hidden, but never truly gone."
"Protect this child at all costs for 1 month.The pages of the One Tapping God Relic require it."
Reward Granted:"Permanent Pendemonium Authorization — 10 minutes per day"
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He didn't move.
Didn't smile.
Didn't thank it.
Just stared out the outter skies as the stars blinked in quiet warning.
He whispered to the system, not as a user — but as a partner who no longer cared for glory:
"She's just a girl."
"You say she matters… I believe you."
"But I'm tired."
He reached for a bowl of cold tea, took a sip, and grimaced.
"They'll come again. Stronger than before. With newer tools. Colder hearts."
"And this time, I can't run i can't unshed the blood on my hands."
He looked back at her — curled under the ragged blanket, one hand glowing faintly with leftover fairy magic.
"You want her protected?"
"Then give me more than ten minutes of Pendemonium shit.""Give me a day at least Or give me peace."
He leaned back in a linen spellwoven chair outside
"But you won't, will you?"
"Because stories like mine don't end… they loop."
And in the dark corner of his garden, the system didn't reply —But in a millions years of existence, a rune etched itself on his left forearms which he had never seen before. As it began to pulse Blue aura energy.
Softly.Like a heartbeat.
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[SYSTEM] ONE TAPPING HEIR GOD SYSTEM :
An Unknown god gave you his benediction.
Instant destiny reward :"Rune of Antioch, the Elder Wind God"
One tapping Wind arts compatibility :10.2115118%/100%.
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