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"Fragments - The Broken Bonds" - Chapter 4 - The Festival

Paris reeled from the first blow. Blood trickled down his chin as he fell back a few steps, gauging his opponent. The festivities have already begun and the crowd cheered at their favorite players in the fisticuffs competition. On the platform, he was no longer a young, flame-haired soldier of the lion army but a contender for this year's trophy. Unfortunately, so was his draconian opponent. Among all the warriors that join the jousts, the dracona were most feared. Their thick scaly hide makes up for twice the normal armor's strength, and coupled with their magical attributes and natural fighting skills, they are truly the mightiest fighters in all the land.

"Fragments - The Broken Bonds" - Chapter 3 - Immortal Realms

Far above the heavens, eternal eyes witness Giorno's reenactment of history. Memories that were unearthed since the beginning of time¦memories of what should not have been, yet fate would have it so.

"Fragments - The Broken Bonds" - Chapter 2 - Legends of Asperah

"Asperah begins with the void, like most other worlds, Nathaniel. Giorno began the tale that brought forth their world. "This region of the aether was under the guidance and protection of the high immortal Ambross, the all-father as we know him to be.

"Fragments - The Broken Bonds" - Chapter 1 - Call of the Carithe'

Somewhere within the dense forest encircling the city, a group of cloaked figures could be seen gathered over a small fire. An elderly figure presided, raising his hand to gain the attention of the others present. He was clothed in deep blue, with a wide brimmed hat placed upon his long, graying hair. "Children of the Carithe'¦. He began. "Hear my words.

ASCENCION - The Age of SilverMoon

The dripping of rainwater from the hellknight's cloak was the only sound that echoed in the chilling darkness that night, adding to the soft clang of metal boots as he walked across the aisle of Ansha's temple. Here he was, lost time and again in the memories of the past, broken oaths and shattered trust. His mind continuously ran through the myriad possibilities of what would have and could have been if he had made the right choices¦then again, who decided which was right and which was wrong? Fate¦ he blamed it all on fate.

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