Dimensional Astraea: Vengeance
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Thread Topic: Dimensional Astraea: Vengeance
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TITLE:
Dimensional Astraea: Vengeance
SUMMARY:
Crestoria, a separate world dimension had sunk into its generation of despondence, where wars occured everywhere and became uncontrollable. It's all sourced from diversity between the race which wanted restoration and the race which wanted oppression. Killing, hating and mocking were common yet inexorable. However, a massive war escalated and turn the world into chaos that might lead to an apocalypse; the only way to prevent this is to stop the author itself. Will there be a savior born to put an end to this effort?
GENRE:
Adventure, Fantasy, Thriller, Action
EXTRA NOTE:
This story or series might contain inhumane and impolite things that shouldn't be done in real world, so make up your mind before proceeding to read. Previously, I had decided not to upload this story on this site, but to express my appreciation towards you all, I decide to. One more thing, I'm currently searching for an editor that can help me find mistakes and give correction. You can apply for this role, and I'll pin on your name as editor. If this story gets complicated enough since it's my first time writing an official series, you should let me know and I'll take it to my account. I'll strive to produce better stories and scramble your imagination!
WRITER:
Matthew Emmeric Setiawan (Matthew Lie) -
PROLOGUE
In the world of Crestoria people had started a war against themselves by blades, guns and shields only to attain prosperity and wealth. The era of peace had dissolved, replaced with the calamitous era of revelation, in which humans knew nothing but unrest. As the everlasting war proceeded, humans were split into two races which fought against each other -- the ones who wanted to restore tranquility versus the ones who wanted to oppress the weak and rule the world without justice. The western part of Crestoria was colonied by the good ones, whereas the eastern part was colonied by the bad ones. Since then capturing territories had been the only way to damage the other race, and further deaths would always tie in with this.
The good ones named themselves the Kingdom of Astraea, while the bad ones named themselves the Kingdom of Darkore. During the first territorial war Astraea was being led by Abrassyle Centurion, a fourty-year-old male battler that was the initiator of restoring the peace. Meanwhile, the other kingdom was being led by Myrtora Paragon, also a male battler but one year younger than his counterpart. They had been seen playing their weapons on the battlefield and eliminating abundant amount of troops, yet they had never dueled against each other even once. The only purpose was to control more territories to weaken the opposite kingdom, then the winner would achieve the desired vision.
In spite of not willing to meet, Abrassyle managed to make an eye contact with his enemy when he's defending his territory on the central part of Crestoria, which was an inhumane landscape, full of wrecked buildings and inanimate corpses; these resembled beforehand that the world was only a few steps from its apocalypse. These experts dragged their feet closer to each other, unsheathed their polished swords and commenced a duel between them; a duel which would decide the fate of their respective kingdoms.
Upon encountering his fated rival, Abrassyle maneuvered his sword forward, bellowing, "I've been waiting for this moment to punish and exterminate you and restore the lost peace."
Myrtora wiped his sweats off his face and neck using his shirt, hardened the curl of his hand and uttered, "So am I, I've been awaiting for this to devastate my rage and annihilate my boredom. Let's see who's the true master."
Both of them dashed to each other with their hands fetching their swords and began fighting. Abrassyle cleaved his sword at the stomach length multiple times, but they ended up being blocked. To counter, Myrtora leaped forward in a halt and tried to stab his enemy's chest, but Abrassyle dodged to the north. Noticing his enemy being rooted upon landing, Abrassyle attacked with a quick slash and succeeded in damaging the back of his rival. As Myrtora repositioned himself, he blocked some attacks thrown by his counterpart, and after he felt confident enough, he retaliated with an upper slice which tore Abrassyle's skin on the chest. Myrtora found this as the perfect timing to initiate a combo, he assaulted with a thrust and swung his blades into different directions in order to trick his enemy but to no avail. Abrassyle didn't stay defensive for long, he slided on the ground and ripped open his rival's right leg.
Abrassyle crawled on the ground, rolled on the same direction and were back on his feet, while Myrtora was tumbled for a moment before he's back up. They stared and watched over each other, sweats were flowing through their cheeks and were trickling to the ground. Heavy breathing and chinks tensed the situation, and no remains of calmness to feel. The world had become a chaos, and would still be one even after a leader was slain. Moreover, these experts didn't prefer compromise over blood-bathing, which was prevalent.
Abrassyle had no means to wasting time, rather he wanted everything to wrap up early, so every humans would have their rights to prevail. Without settling on with supreme consideration, he badgered forward with his weapon prepared and rushed to smite his enemy. Nonetheless, Myrtora evaded and sliced the arm of his rival, opening a wound that would stream out a lot of blood. Regretting his last movement, Abrassyle covered the wound in his palm and released his sword off his hand, thus Myrtora approached and overwhelmed his rival with plentiful slashes. Couldn't block or dodge these incoming attacks, Abrassyle was shredded and might bled out in any second. The door of death had been ascribed upon him and he's only few meters apart, but before he'd given up his life, he promised, "Myrtora, I'm not reluctant to have myself slain, but eyes change eyes and hands change hands; I promise someone will put an end to your strident acts, either from my race or your race. Shall you know, justice will reign."
Abrassyle surrendered and ended his life, thinking that he had completed his life goal and his life missions, hence it's the right time to rest. Myrtora spat on the deceased face and sneered, "You won't be able to fulfill your promise, for I'm stronger when you aren't here to foil my plans."
Since the death of mighty protector, Abrassyle Centurion, darkness had been forming in the continent and becoming unstoppable. Many territories that had once been owned by Astraea were conquered by Darkore, and the only defenses they possessed were will and faith. However, by them Astraea was able to stand still and protect the remaining towers. As people started to spare their lives and not willing to engage in a battle, the war evolved into a cold war. Both kingdoms didn't fight anymore, yet were still fortifying defenses and equipments.
Years had passed since that day, in which Abrassyle could no longer support his empire and was replaced with his closest fellow, Polaris Landstone. The kingdom had significant growth and development since then, and its people outgrew the heart of sympathy and the soul of nationalism, which would restrain the peace. Meanwhile, the other kingdom also had a similar growth but excessive and rude; proven by the fact that they had been training people to be brutal and muscular in order to dominate the world, and giving them less appreciation and reward for scoring a bullseye in missions.
One day when both kingdoms had no determination to attack each other, a meteor fell and caused a heavy explosion which divided those kingdoms with an enormous fissure. No one intended to find out whatever was down the hole, but it seemed to be an abyss. Not concerning about the fissure, this meteor wasn't an ordinary meteor, it contained magic which was compiled into several gems. Although, these gems were hurled away upon explosion and some of them were destined to not be found, but the rests were carved by both kingdoms.
Astraea utilized the gem as what they're meant to do -- transform the handler into a powerful geared person ready to battle anywhere and anytime. However, not for Darkore, they had found a way to mutate and morph the gem to transcend its current strength, either transforming the handler into a frightening monster or spawning monsters to outnumber the humans. It didn't even stay for ages before a magical fight began to eliminate each other existence, the fight between light versus darkness and pure versus damned. Which would fade away and which would exhibit their cleared vision? It all depended on their perception, a simple mistake or a ruthless decision might trigger a bigger problem, but a preemptive correct decision might also be rewarding.
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