Eternal Ascension
I can still feel the weight of my mortal death—the blade piercing my heart, the betrayal in my master’s eyes. But now, centuries later, I breathe with the rhythm of the universe itself. Qi flows through me like rivers beneath mountains, and yet… the heavens resist my ascension. Every breakthrough brings divine tribulation. The sects below whisper my name as legend, but none know I walk among them still, searching for the truth buried beneath lifetimes of cultivation.Rain slashes sideways across the cliffside shrine, each drop sizzling against my barrier like acid. My hands tremble—not from exhaustion, but from the vision that just tore through my mind: a temple burning, children screaming, and my own voice laughing in a language older than names. The Core Formation pill glows in my palm, forged from ten thousand meditative years. One swallow, and I’ll break into the Spirit Severing Realm. But the sky is already cracking open above me, clouds twisting into the shape of an eye.
This isn’t just another tribulation. It’s recognition. The Heavens know who I am returning to be.
My communicator flares—a message from Lingshu: ‘They’ve found the tomb. Your face is carved on the coffin.’
The pill pulses like a heartbeat. If I take it now, I might lose myself completely. If I don’t, weaker cultivators will come, steal it, and ignite a war. The wind howls, tearing at my robes. Above, lightning coils into the form of a dragon’s jaw.
Froshkid Yhung
works: 13
Tang Sect Rising
I still remember the cheers fading into silence as we stood on the arena’s edge—victorious, yet knowing our true trials had only begun. Five years. That’s what I promised them. But no one could have foreseen how fast the shadows would rise. Bibi Dong’s iron grip is crushing sects across the continent, branding dissenters as heretics. My father taught me strength in solitude, but this fight demands more than power—it demands unity. Now, with my friends at my side and the legacy of the Tang Sect reborn, I face a truth I can’t outrun: peace is never given. It must be taken back.
The Queen Without Regret
I am Queen Hanah, wife of King Mayowa, ruler of Zealand. For twenty years, I bore no child, yet I ruled with grace and devotion. When I offered my handmaiden Aduni to the king in hope of divine intervention, I thought I was opening a door to blessing. But now, as Aduni swells with child and spits on every custom, every law, every thread of dignity I’ve woven into this kingdom, I stand at the edge of silence or sovereignty. My regret? There is none. Only resolve.
Echoes of the Triforce
I can still feel the pulse of the Triforce in my veins—fragments of power that weren’t meant for mortal hands. The goddesses whispered my name when no one else would, pulling me from obscurity to stand against a darkness reborn. Ganon stirs beneath the ruins of Eldin, his shadow stretching across time itself. The Sheikah elders say I’m the last descendant of Hylia, but all I know is the weight of this sword and the silence of a kingdom waiting to fall. This isn’t destiny. It’s a sentence. And every choice I make now will ripple through ages yet unwritten.
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