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I felt warmth, light, and an odd sense of peace. Looking down at myself, I realized something was different.
I was slightly transparent.

Huh.

Maybe I should have panicked. Maybe I should have questioned why I had just casually walked into what was basically a rift in space and time. But honestly?

It felt like home.

Turning back, I saw that the crack in the wall had vanished. There was no way out.

But… did I even want to leave?

Then a horrible thought struck me—what about my captain?! Would I ever see him again?!

I jumped onto my ship, raced to the astral, and there—there it was—his ship.

Something was different this time.

I landed on the deck, expecting a fight, but his crew was no longer aggressive. They saluted me as I walked past. I made my way down to the captain’s cabin, heart pounding.

And there he was.

Waiting for me.

"Oh, my love, finally you are here," he whispered, his voice filled with years of longing. "So many years passed… my heart broke every time you returned to the real world."

Wait. What?

“What changed?” I asked, completely confused.

“Look in the mirror,” he said.

I turned and gasped.

Staring back at me wasn’t the cute Xadaganian girl I had always been. No, I was different now—elegant, fierce, and dressed like a pirate’s wife.

I was one of them.

I understood now. I had crossed over.

I was dead.

But, hey—who cares?!

Because in death, I had found the love of my life.

And let’s be honest—being a ghost pirate sounded pretty awesome.

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The First Clash

The war had turned Asee-Teph into a graveyard of ambition. The jungle pulsed with unseen threats, the ruins whispered of past glories, and the rivers carried the blood of the fallen. Here, in this land where honor and strategy clashed with raw survival, Kaelen, a Kanian Crusader, first met Selene, a Xadaganian Saboteur.

Kaelen had led a League scouting party deep into enemy territory, unaware of the Imperial ambush waiting in the mist. One by one, his comrades fell, their cries lost in the battle’s roar. When the dust settled, he was the last standing—surrounded.

Selene stood before him, an Imperial officer clad in dark armor, her steel-gray eyes sharp as daggers. With a flick of her wrist, a concealed blade gleamed at her side.

"You fought well," she mused, stepping closer. "Surrender."

Kaelen met her gaze, breathing heavily, his sword shaking in his grip. "Kill me, or I’ll kill you."

For a moment, she hesitated. There was something in his eyes—defiance, yes, but also something deeper. Something she didn’t understand.

A League mage unleashed a last-ditch spell from the treetops, and in the chaos, Kaelen broke free. By the time the smoke cleared, both he and Selene had vanished into the jungle.

Neither could forget the other.



Meeting as Enemies Once More

The shattered remains of Yazes Shard drifted through the void, a graveyard of forgotten battles. Fractured islands of rock floated against the backdrop of an Astral storm, jagged ruins barely clinging to existence. The air shimmered with unstable energy, warping the very fabric of reality.

Kaelen had been ordered to reclaim an ancient artifact before it fell into Imperial hands. Selene had been sent to retrieve the same prize. When they met in the ruins of a collapsed temple, their blades clashed in a storm of steel and magic.

"Still alive?" she taunted, dodging his strike with effortless grace.

"Disappointed?" he countered, nearly catching her off guard.

The fight was fierce, neither willing to yield. But as they dueled atop a crumbling platform, the Astral pulsed violently—reality itself fracturing beneath them.

The ground gave way.

They fell.

Kaelen landed hard against broken stone, gasping for breath. Selene groaned nearby, pinned beneath a collapsed pillar. The exit above them had vanished, swallowed by Astral distortions.

Trapped together in the depths of the ruin, they had no choice but to talk.

"I don’t understand you," Selene admitted as they sat back-to-back against a broken wall, waiting for rescue.

"Good," Kaelen muttered. "Understanding leads to hesitation."

She smirked. "Maybe that’s why I let you go in Asee-Teph."

Something unspoken passed between them. An understanding neither wanted to acknowledge.

By the time their factions arrived, weapons drawn, they had already parted ways. But the memory of that night lingered.


Fighting Side by Side

The battle for Dane was not just another war—it was a slaughter. The League and Empire had clashed in countless battles, but here, the Astral itself had turned against them. Mutated horrors surged from the rifts, their monstrous forms devouring anything in their path.

Kaelen and Selene found themselves stranded together, surrounded by an enemy neither of them had trained for.

"This doesn’t mean I trust you," Kaelen muttered as he cut down a screeching horror.

"Likewise," Selene replied, her dagger flashing in the dim light.

Yet, in that desperate battle, they became something more than enemies. They became survivors.

As the sky cracked above them, as the warships burned and the Astral raged, they fought as one.

And when the battle was over, when the bodies were counted, they found themselves standing side by side—alive.

They said nothing.

But something had changed.



A Moment of Peace

In the heart of Irene, where the war could not touch them, Kaelen and Selene found themselves on neutral ground for the first time.

The grand festival had drawn adventurers from across Sarnaut—warriors, merchants, travelers. There were no battles here, no factions, just music, dancing, and laughter.

Selene watched as the League and Empire mingled under the lantern-lit sky. "Strange, isn’t it?"

Kaelen turned to her. "What is?"

"That this is what the world could be. If we weren’t all so blinded by war."

For the first time, he saw her not as an enemy, not as a soldier, but as a woman who had lived too long in the shadows of duty.

"Come," she said suddenly, offering her hand. "Dance with me."

He hesitated. Then, with a slow exhale, he took her hand.

As they danced beneath the soft glow of lanterns, as music swirled through the streets of Irene, the war felt a thousand miles away.

And for the first time, Kaelen wished it would never find them again.



Choosing Freedom

The war had taken everything from them. But it would not take their future.

Together, they left the battlefield behind.

Through the ruins of Twilight Isle, past the haunted remnants of Kirah, through the Astral storms, they traveled—searching for something beyond war.

And in Wellebell Preserve, they found it.

A land untouched by conflict. Golden meadows stretching as far as the eye could see, rivers that sang with the whispers of the past.

Here, beneath the towering trees, they built a home.

It was small. Modest. But it was theirs.

One evening, as they watched the sun set over the rolling hills, Kaelen turned to Selene. "Do you regret it? Leaving everything behind?"

She looked at him, her steel-gray eyes softer than ever before. "No. I regret only that we didn’t do it sooner."

He reached for her hand, fingers intertwining.

No banners. No war cries. No bloodshed.

Just them.

Just freedom.


The End, or Just the Beginning?

The world continued its endless cycle of war. The League and Empire clashed across the Allods, the Astral raged, and history repeated itself.

But in Wellebell Preserve, two warriors had chosen a different path.

And if, on quiet nights, travelers passing through the meadows glimpsed the distant figures of a man and a woman walking hand in hand, they would not know their names.

Only that once, long ago, two enemies had dared to love.


And in that love, they had won the only war that truly mattered.

the end



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Smugglers Paradise ; Aerialls

Reference Event; https://allods.my.games/en/news/events/s…tter-confession

Love Story with a dark twist!

Embrace of the Heart


In the vast skies of Sarnaut, floating islands known as Allods drifted through the air, remnants of a once-great civilization destroyed by a cataclysmic event. One such Allod, Aeloria, had been forgotten by most, its power and secrets lost to time. But ancient legends spoke of an artifact hidden within its ruins: the Heart of Aeloria, a relic capable of controlling the movement of all Allods and reshaping the balance of power in Sarnaut.


Mira, an ambitious adventurer from the Empire’s Seeker’s Guild, had heard these rumors. The Guild sent her on a mission to find the artifact before it could fall into the wrong hands. Armed with a sharp wit and her sword, Mira set out on a journey to uncover the lost Allod. Her path would lead her across perilous lands, through the treacherous skies, and into enemy territory controlled by the League—the Empire’s bitter rivals.


Her quest began in Nezebgrad, a city where scholars and mages from across the Empire gathered. It was there that she met Valen, a mysterious old scholar who had dedicated his life to studying Aeloria’s secrets. He gave Mira an ancient map, pointing her toward the Forgotten Lands—a space sector where lost Allods had drifted.
Mira’s search took her through dark forests and across treacherous waters, facing dangerous creatures and rival factions, but it was the unexpected arrival of Rian that changed the course of her journey. Rian was also after the Heart of Aeloria, a skilled warrior from the Seeker’s Guild, whose silent and reserved nature concealed a haunted past. He had been tracking the Heart for years, determined to keep it from falling into the wrong hands.


Their first encounter was less than friendly. Mira, preferring to work alone, resented the idea of a companion, and Rian, equally solitary, wasn’t thrilled about sharing the mission. But as they traveled together, they began to respect one another. Mira admired Rian’s calm under pressure and his quiet strength, while Rian found himself impressed by her quick thinking and fierce independence. Despite their differences, a bond began to form between them, something unspoken but undeniable.
The closer they got to Aeloria, the stronger the pull of the artifact became. The island was a vast, floating ruin, surrounded by swirling mists and glittering stars. It was unlike anything Mira had ever seen—towering ruins, abandoned temples, and magical constructs all scattered across the island’s surface. Yet, there was an ominous feeling in the air, as if the island itself was aware of their presence.
One night, while camping beneath the stars, Rian opened up about his past. “I’ve never trusted anyone,” he said, his voice low, “but you... you’ve changed that.”


Mira turned to him, surprised by his vulnerability. “I’m just doing what I was sent to do,” she replied. “We’re on the same mission. It’s not about trust, it’s about survival.”
Rian shook his head. “It’s more than that.” His green eyes locked with hers. “I care about what happens to you.”
Mira’s heart skipped a beat. She had always been focused on the mission, on finding the Heart and keeping it from falling into the wrong hands. But as she stood there, looking into Rian’s eyes, she realized that something had shifted between them. She felt the same pull, the same connection, but fear held her back.


They reached the heart of Aeloria the next day—a massive, ancient tower, its stone walls carved with symbols from a long-forgotten language. It was here that they encountered Thorne, a former League member and ruthless adventurer who had tracked them to the island. He was determined to claim the Heart for the League, intending to use its power for his own gain.
As the battle unfolded, the power of the Heart began to stir. The very air around them crackled with magic, and the island trembled. Mira and Rian fought side by side, their skills complementing each other in perfect harmony. As they worked together, it became clear that their bond was more than just strategic; it was personal. They were no longer just allies—they were partners.


In the heat of the battle, as Thorne closed in on them, Rian turned to Mira. “I don’t want to lose you,” he said, his voice urgent.
Mira looked at him, her heart racing. She had known for some time that her feelings for Rian had grown into something deeper than friendship, but the mission had always come first. Now, with the fate of Aeloria at stake, she realized that nothing was more important than the person standing beside her.
“I won’t let you,” she whispered, her voice soft but determined.
At that moment, the Heart of Aeloria reacted, glowing with an intense light. Mira, her heart in sync with Rian’s, reached out to the Heart. Its power surged, enveloping them in a brilliant aura. The energy was overwhelming, but instead of fearing it, Mira embraced it, knowing that they could overcome anything together.


In the midst of the magic, their lips met in a kiss—a kiss filled with both passion and promise. They had fought together, and now they would face whatever came next together. Their love, forged in the heat of battle, was stronger than the power of the Heart.
The battle ended with Thorne’s defeat, and the Heart vanished, its power hidden once more. The island settled, its magic quieting, leaving Mira and Rian standing in the ruins of Aeloria. They had succeeded, but in doing so, they had found something far more valuable than an artifact—their connection to each other.


With the mission complete, Mira and Rian returned to Nezebgrad, knowing that whatever adventures lay ahead, they would face them side by side. Aeloria was lost again, but their hearts had found a new home in each other.

"Under the Stars of Sarnaut"

The skies of Sarnaut were always vast and unyielding, just like the astral around. Yet for me, one star always shone brighter than the rest—Elizaveta Rysina. The first time I saw her, she was standing tall at the frontlines of a fierce battle. Her armor gleamed with the faint light of the setting sun, her blade slicing through the air with an elegance that seemed almost otherworldly. She was a warrior, undoubtedly, but there was something more about her. Something that pulled at me, something I couldn’t quite understand at the time.

We were part of the same faction, but I had never really paid attention to her—until one fateful day. We were sent on a mission, as we often were. A raid to reclaim an artifact from a long-forgotten temple. The air was thick with tension as we prepared, but I couldn’t focus. My mind kept drifting to her—the way she moved, the way she led with such determination.

As we ventured through the ruins of the temple, fighting off monsters and uncovering secrets hidden beneath the earth, Elizaveta was always by my side. We fought together, our swords clashing with enemies, our teamwork seamless. Yet there was more to it. There was an unspoken understanding between us, an unbreakable bond forged through countless battles. The more I fought alongside her, the more I realized that it wasn’t just her skill in battle that drew me in. It was the way she made everything feel lighter. Even in the heat of conflict, when the world seemed to be crashing down around us, she remained calm, a steady presence that I couldn’t help but gravitate toward.

One evening, after a particularly exhausting skirmish, we found ourselves alone on the edge of a cliff, overlooking the vast expanse of the world. The sun was setting, painting the sky with hues of pink and gold. The wind was gentle, carrying with it the scent of distant forests and the promise of new adventures.

I stood beside her, my heart racing. She was silent for a moment, her gaze focused on the horizon. I wanted to speak, to tell her what had been growing inside me for so long. But I couldn’t find the words. Instead, I simply stood there, feeling the weight of her presence, the warmth of her soul beside me.

“I used to think that this—fighting, traveling from one battle to the next—was all there was,” she said softly, her voice carrying the weight of her past. “But I was wrong. There’s something more.”

I turned to her, surprised by the vulnerability in her words. She met my gaze, her eyes glimmering in the fading light.

“Perhaps it’s not just the battles that make us strong,” she continued, “but the people we fight for, the ones we trust.”

In that moment, something shifted inside me. It was as though a door had opened, revealing a truth that had been there all along. I knew now, with absolute certainty, that it wasn’t just her strength I admired. It wasn’t just the way she led with unmatched courage. It was her heart. The way she cared for those around her. The way she made every moment, no matter how fleeting, feel like something worth fighting for.

“Elizaveta,” I said, my voice steady, though my heart was pounding in my chest. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

She turned to me, her expression softening, the wind playing with her hair. “What is it?”

“I’ve spent countless hours fighting beside you, standing by your side through every victory and defeat,” I said, taking a step closer. “But I’ve come to realize that it’s not the battles that matter. It’s you. You’ve become more to me than just a companion.”

Her eyes widened slightly, but she said nothing, her gaze never leaving mine. For a moment, time seemed to stand still.

“I care for you, Elizaveta,” I continued, my voice low but filled with sincerity. “More than I ever thought possible. I don’t know where this journey will take us, but I know that as long as I’m with you, I’m exactly where I need to be.”

She didn’t say anything at first, and I feared I had said too much, that I had ruined everything. But then, slowly, she reached out and took my hand, her grip warm and reassuring.

“I’ve always known,” she whispered. “That there was something between us. But I was waiting… waiting for the right moment.”

And in that moment, beneath the stars of sarnaut, I knew that whatever battles lay ahead, whatever obstacles we faced, we would face them together. Not as allies, not as comrades, but as something more. Something that even the fiercest storms of Allods could never tear apart.

In the vast expanse of Sarnaut, where skies stretch endlessly and islands float in the ether, Pendullum, a seasoned warrior, embarked on a journey that would forever change his life. He had fought many battles, slain countless enemies, and explored every corner of the magical world of Allods, but nothing had prepared him for what he would find in the most unlikely of places.

It all started on a quiet evening. In Nihaz Raid's dark depths, Pendullum and the group ventured deep into the heart of the dungeon, where the very walls seemed to whisper of unspeakable horrors. His sword glowed with the light of a thousand battles, cutting through the darkness that threatened to engulf them.

But this time, something was different...

A soft, steady voice broke through the battle's din.

"Pendullum, wait for me!"

Pendullum froze. It was a voice he had heard before, but only in passing. Liora, a priest, wasn't someone he had spoken to much before this raid. She wasn't part of his core raiding team, but every time she healed him during tough fights, something about her calm presence had caught his attention. Her voice, warm and reassuring, made Pendullum feel like they could conquer anything together.

He paused, watching as she closed the distance between them. Her light-infused staff shimmered in the dim glow of the cave, casting gentle radiance on her as she approached. She wasn’t just another healer—she was the healer, the one who always had their back. He had never really seen her like this before. There was something about her that made his heart race, though he didn’t yet understand why.

The raid continued, and Pendullum and Liora fell into a rhythm. He would lead the charge, his sword crashing into enemies, while she stayed just behind, her healing light a constant shield around him. Their movements were synchronized, as if they had been fighting side by side for years. The connection between them was undeniable, but neither had yet spoken of it.

After hours of battling, the group reached the final boss. It was massive—grotesque in form, a nightmare made flesh. Liora’s focus was entirely on Pendullum now, keeping him alive through the onslaught. For a moment, Pendullum thought he wouldn’t make it. His health was plummeting, and the weight of the fight seemed unbearable.

But then, in the heat of battle, he heard her voice again, cutting through the chaos.

"Pendullum, don’t worry, I’ve got you. Trust me."

Her words were like a lifeline. With renewed strength, he pushed forward, his sword cleaving through the air with one final, decisive blow. The creature fell with a deafening roar.

The raid erupted in victory, but for Pendullum, the real triumph wasn’t the loot or the glory. It was the moment he realized something he hadn’t expected.

He was falling for Liora.

Later, the group dispersed, their voices fading as they made their way out of the dungeon. Pendullum stayed behind, standing in the shadow of the fallen boss, alone in the stillness of the dark cave. His mind was racing.

Was it even possible to fall for someone in a world like this?

He had always believed that this world was just about the battles, the loot, and the endless adventures. But Liora—Liora made him feel something deeper. Something real.

He stood there in the silence, the flickering torchlight casting long shadows across the cavern. He had fought countless battles, but this… this was different.

He couldn’t ignore it any longer.

As the last echoes of the raid faded, Pendullum found himself walking alone through the guild hall. He hadn’t realized when it happened, but somehow, it felt as though the world around him had changed. His heart raced, the weight of his emotions pulling him toward something he hadn’t expected to find in this world.

Suddenly, Liora’s figure appeared before him, walking through the hall toward him. She smiled softly, the light from her staff illuminating her face in the otherwise dim room.

"Pendullum," she said, her voice as gentle as ever, "I’ve been thinking… about what happened today."

Pendullum could feel his chest tighten. He took a deep breath, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. There was no turning back now. He couldn’t fight it anymore.

"I think… I think I’m falling for you," he said, his voice steady but filled with an honesty that surprised even him. The words hung in the air between them, as if suspended in time.

For a moment, there was nothing but silence. Liora's eyes softened, and she took a step closer.

"I feel the same way," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Pendullum’s heart soared. This was real. This wasn’t just a fleeting connection. They had fought together, shared moments of triumph and despair. In that time, they had built something stronger than friendship.

"So, what happens now?" Pendullum asked, his heart pounding in his chest.

Liora smiled gently, her eyes full of warmth. "Let’s take it one step at a time. No rush. But I’d like to see where this goes."

From that moment on, Pendullum and Liora were inseparable. They fought together, raided together, and explored every corner of Sarnaut. With every battle they faced, the bond between them grew stronger.

It wasn’t just about the monsters or the loot anymore. It was about something far more valuable—the connection they shared, forged in the heat of battle and solidified through their trust and affection for one another.

One evening, after a particularly tough raid, Pendullum and Liora found themselves standing on a quiet floating island. The stars twinkled above them, the vast skies of Sarnaut stretching out in every direction.

Liora turned to him, her gaze steady and sincere.

"Pendullum," she said softly, "Do you think… we could be more than just guildmates?"

Pendullum felt his heart race, knowing that this was the moment. "I don’t know what the future holds, Liora, but I do know one thing. I want to find out with you."

And so, with that, their journey together continued.

In the world of Sarnaut, amidst the battles and the quests, Pendullum found something far more precious than any treasure: Liora. Together, they faced every challenge that came their way, knowing that whatever the future held, they would always have each other.

FemmeFataIe for Arynevia

"Behind Time and War"


Once upon a time, there was an ancient realm called "Idrih." This world was filled with Raid Bosses, legendary items, and heroes who had proven their power. I, known as LiL the tank, was recognized for my massive armor and my ability to withstand any blow. Thanks to my ancient armor on my chest, I could no longer endure as I once did, but I was always able to come back to life to protect everyone’s safety on the battlefield. Elisa, known as the healer, was famous for her healing abilities. With her holy healing spell "Healing Light," she was the key to survival for tanks and other heroes. She was also brave and selfless enough to venture into the deepest and darkest corners of the Tepa Pyramid.


At first, Elisa was just my teammate. I protected her during battle, and she constantly healed me. Over time, we defeated many Raid Bosses together. But one day, in the middle of a battle, we began to feel something more for each other. At that moment, as Elisa touched my armor with her healing spell, I suddenly felt a cold shiver run through me. Something in my heart had changed, but I couldn’t quite understand what it was. Being with her felt like more than just having a teammate—it felt like having a source of trust.









One night, while we were waiting in front of Tepa, one of our strongest enemies, in the Tepa Pyramid, I silently sat down next to Elisa. The silence around us hung in the air like a threat. For a few seconds, we did nothing but look at each other.
“Elisa…” I said, not realizing the tremor in my voice. “When did you first notice me?”


Elisa lifted her head and looked at me. “I don’t know… Maybe over time. But the first time I noticed you, I couldn’t think about anything other than protecting you. Slowly, I realized that I didn’t just want to protect you, I wanted to be by your side.”
At that moment, I was so shocked that I could hardly believe her words. “I’m not just someone who stands by your side in battle… You’re the one who makes sure I survive. While no one else could protect me, you’ve always been here.”


For the first time, we looked at each other in a different way. Neither the enemy nor the creatures in the Tepa Pyramid seemed capable of breaking us apart. We were living this entire battle by forming a bond that required constant help, protection, and healing for each other.


Then, the battle against Tepa was about to begin. I leaned toward Elisa. “Let’s do something different tonight. Instead of just killing an enemy, maybe we’ll discover something about ourselves. After the battle, if we survive, I’ll tell you everything.”
Elisa hesitated for a moment, but then nodded. “Lil, the whole of Idrih knows you, but I want to truly know you. Your feelings, your fears… everything.”


When the battle began, the bond between the tank and the healer was stronger than ever. I delivered powerful blows to Tepa, while Elisa healed me, mending my wounds. In the end, we sent Tepa to the depths of the pyramid, declaring victory in its dark heart. But this time, the only thing worth celebrating wasn’t the battle—it was the new feelings we had for each other.
In the peaceful atmosphere at the end of the dungeon, Elisa and I were left alone. Elisa extended her hand and touched my armor. “The battle is over, but we’re ready for a new beginning. I can only do this with you.”





As I looked at her, taking a deep breath, the fears inside me had disappeared. “Here’s the thing, moving forward together… I want to do this with you, Elisa. Whatever Raid Bosses we defeat, whatever items we collect, there’s only one thing that matters on this journey: being with you.”
We had a strength that bound our hearts together. It was a power beyond wars, beyond victories.

In the sprawling world of Allods Online, Guild Legacy was more than a name—it was a family forged in astral fire. Every Sunday and Wednesday, the guild rallied for raids, their voices buzzing with excitement over comms. Raid Sunday was sacred, a chaotic dance through dungeons where they’d topple bosses with practiced precision, loot spilling like confetti. Wednesday brought a midweek thrill, a chance to refine strategies and chase glory anew.
For BonBon and Teufel, two stalwarts of Guild Legacy, it was the love for the guild that kept them logging in. BonBon, the healer, lived for those clutch moments—saving the tank as health bars blinked red. Teufel, the brash DPS, thrived on landing the killing blow, shouting, “For Legacy!” as the beast fell. They’d laugh over fumbles, cheer each win, and split the spoils with pride.
One Sunday, after a grueling fight, they snagged a rare astral mount. The guild chat erupted—jokes, cheers, and plans for the next raid. “This is why I stay,” BonBon typed, his heart swelling. Teufel grinned at his screen, “Same. Legacy’s home.” In Allods, amidst the chaos of raids, their love for the guild shone brighter than any loot.

Smugglers Paradise : KIZILSAKAL


Reference Event; https://allods.my.games/en/news/events/s…tter-confession


A Love Story in the Depths of Allods: KIZILSAKAL and ChaosKing
In the vast universe of Allods, deep within the mystical Astral, an epic love story began between two souls as different as night and day. KIZILSAKAL was one of the most talented Aoidos mages. His flamboyant spells resembled the dance of fire, while his eyes reflected the infinite depths of the Astral. The shadows of the past had left deep wounds on his soul, condemning him to loneliness. Yet, this solitude burned within him like a fire, filled with the hope that one day he would meet a soul to extinguish it.


ChaosKing was one of the strongest Orc warriors. Victories won on the battlefields had made his name legendary. But behind these victories lay a past filled with pain and loss. His stern and distant demeanor turned him into an iceberg. When he first met KIZILSAKAL, he approached him with suspicion. However, over time, KIZILSAKAL ‘s sincerity and unwavering spirit began to melt ChaosKing's icy walls. KIZILSAKAL’ s magic opened the doors to a completely different world for ChaosKing, as if dragging him after his dreams.




One day, Yasker, the mighty commander of Nezebgrad, sent them on a secret mission into the depths of the Astral. Their goal was to find the ancient technology of the lost JUNE civilization. This mission was not just a journey of discovery, but also a turning point that would change the destinies of KIZILSAKAL and ChaosKing. As they ventured into the unknown corners of the Astral, they encountered an ancient artifact. This artifact was a power source that transcended the boundaries of time and space, holding the secrets of the universe. When KIZILSAKAL began to hear the whispers of the artifact, he felt that this power had a deep connection with him and ChaosKing. However, ChaosKing approached this power cautiously, thinking it could be dangerous. This tension between them deepened over time. KIZILSAKAL saw an opportunity in the artifact, while ChaosKing feared that this power could destroy them.



The whispers of the artifact grew stronger over time. KIZILSAKAL and ChaosKing began to fall under the influence of these voices. The artifact gave them orders, trying to control them. They both realized that this ancient technology contained much more than they had imagined. The artifact was not just a power source, but also a binder that connected their souls, making them one being. When they realized this truth, KIZILSAKAL and ChaosKing experienced an internal conflict. KIZILSAKAL believed that this bond would make them stronger, while ChaosKing feared that this power would destroy them. But their deep love for each other kept them together on this dangerous path.



Under the influence of the ancient artifact, they consulted ZAYAN, a historian specializing in ancient civilizations. ZAYAN explained that this artifact not only held the secrets of the past but also had the power to change their destinies. ZAYAN's warnings plunged KIZILSAKAL and ChaosKing into an even deeper dilemma. But their love for each other kept them together on this dangerous path. KIZILSAKAL realized that the whispers of the artifact brought them closer together. ChaosKing, driven by his love for KIZILSAKAL , put aside his fears. However, he also knew how dangerous this love was. One day, with tears streaming down his face, KIZILSAKAL said to ChaosKing, "I will be with you forever." Looking into his eyes, ChaosKing replied, "I didn't want this... But everything became more meaningful with you. Being with you, dying together is better than losing you."

At that moment, they touched the ancient artifact for the first and last time. This touch bound their souls together forever. The artifact used all its power to unite them. KIZILSAKAL and ChaosKing hugged each other and whispered one last time, "Forever..." At that moment, everything ended. The power of the ancient artifact had brought them together, but this bond also became their end.
In the depths of the Astral, two souls disappeared forever, locked together. All that remained was the silence of the ancient artifact…

**To My
Dearest Yasker,**





As the
Celestial Veil shimmers under the infinite expanse of Sarnaut, I find myself
compelled to put quill to parchment, to lay bare my heart in the grand tapestry
of our shared journey within the realm of Allods Online. Though my words may be
veiled by the distance between us, I hope they carry the warmth of my regard
and the brightness of my resolve, as luminous as the stars that guide our
paths.





In the
kaleidoscopic beauty of the skies above Nezebgrad, amidst the cacophony of
clashing factions and the echoes of our battles, I find solace in the thought
of you. As a proud member of the Legacy guild, my dedication to our cause is
unwavering. Yet, it is not merely the pursuit of glory or power that guides my
hand in battle; it is the desire to impress you that fuels my spirit, a
yearning that transcends the boundaries of mere admiration.





From the
moment I first laid eyes upon you in that fateful council meeting, I knew you
were no ordinary leader. Your strength is rivaled only by your wisdom, and the
grace with which you command our noble faction fills my heart with a reverence
that is both exhilarating and humbling. Every time you speak, your voice
resonates like the clear chime of a crystal bell, inspiring all those fortunate
enough to serve under your banner. You ignite a fire in our hearts, urging us
to battle the darkness that threatens to engulf Sarnaut.





Yet, amidst
the chaos of our struggle, I am often lost in thoughts of what lies beyond the
battlefield. Our paths may cross in the clash of swords and spells, but I long
for moments unshackled from our roles as warriors. I yearn for the quiet
interludes when we might share tales of conquest and dreams of a harmonious
Sarnaut. For now, however, I remain an admirer from afar, cradling this
platonic love that brings joy and comfort to my heart.





I often
reflect on the time when we gathered at the wizard’s tower, and you spoke of
the ancient wisdom that guided our people through tumultuous times. Your
insights were laced with passion, painting visions of a brighter future. It was
in that moment I realized that my affection for you was not rooted in a
fleeting desire but rather a profound respect for the leader you are. The fire
in your eyes, the curl of your lips as you inspired us all, brought forth a
swelling of pride in my chest. You are the embodiment of hope for the
Xadaganian people, and I can only aspire to be the kind of person who honors
that legacy.





It is within
the guild "Legacy" that I have found my purpose, my comrades, and my
place among the stars. We are warriors, dreamers, and believers, each of us
seeking to prove our worth—not only to you but to ourselves. Day after day, we
push ourselves beyond our limits, fight with unwavering determination, and
support one another in ways that render us more formidable than any mythical
beast. Yet, all the victories we achieve mean so much more when I think of
you—the beacon lighting our way, the mooring anchor in our tumultuous sea.





With each
quest we embark upon, I strive to embody the values you instill in us. Courage
and honor are not just words; they are the fabric of our existence, the
lifeblood that courses through our guild. Your example urges me onward, fueling
my determination to champion our cause, to protect those I hold dear, and to
wear the colors of our faction with pride. The glint of your shield shines
through me, burning in my heart as I step onto the battlefield, reminding me of
the strength that lies in unity and love for one another.





But beyond
the chaos of raids and guild meetings, it is the essence of you that captivates
my thoughts. Our connection is one that transcends the virtual realm; it is
woven into the very stars that shine above us. Though circumstances may keep us
at a distance, rest assured, dear Yasker, that I stand resolute in my loyalty
to you and our cause. I embrace the beauty of this platonic affection, knowing
it is forged from mutual respect and unwavering admiration.





As I pen
this letter, I am reminded that our world is painted with the actions of those
brave enough to dream. I want you to know that I am among the legions of
Xadaganian warriors who believe in you, in your vision, and in your unwavering
spirit. While I may never voice these sentiments directly, I hope this letter
serves as a small token of my devotion and a symbol of the dreams we share for
a brighter Sarnaut.





With every
new dawn that breaks over the horizon, I will continue to fight for our legacy,
for the camaraderie that binds us, and for the ideals you have instilled in my
heart. You are not simply my leader, Yasker, but a guiding star in the vibrant
cosmos of our journey—a symbol of hope and a source of inspiration.





May the
winds of Sarnaut carry my words to you, and may the fire in our hearts forever
guide our paths. Until we meet again on the battlefield or in moments of
tranquility, I remain your unwavering supporter and admirer, forever striving
to make you proud.





With all my
heart,





bOnBoNiCa


Member of
Legacy


Great Xadaganian

https://fex.net/s/z3bp3ll

Empire of the Astral - Ehdia & Wanted
I made a song to share my love with my guild Wanted and my faction, the Empire.

Here are the lyrics :

(Verse 1)
Yo, I rise from Yul, on the ruins of Junes,
Ehdia, Empire warrior, ready for the dunes,
In the Astral, I sail with my guild, Wanted,
We split the space, danger constant, never daunted.
From the Great Migration to battles in the void,
My sword shatters stars, reflections we avoid,
Astral demons lurk, their presence cold and dire,
But nothing halts our advance, we burn with fire.

(Hook)
Empire, we rise, tearing through the space,
In the Astral darkness, we leave our trace,
Wanted, we rule the floating islands,
Ehdia, in legend, our names are chanted.

(Verse 2)
From Xadagan to Kanian, the ancient strife,
Between the stars, we see the sparks of life,
Skrakan, Nezeb, heroes of old,
Today it's Yasker who leads, strong and bold.
The Great Cataclysm, a bitter memory,
But we forge our future, soaring in the galaxy,
Sarnaut's fragments, our battlegrounds,
Ehdia and Wanted, where chaos abounds.

(Hook)
Empire, we rise, tearing through the space,
In the Astral darkness, we leave our trace,
Wanted, we rule the floating islands,
Ehdia, in legend, our names are chanted.

(Bridge)
Across the skies, we carve our path,
In quest of glory, power, and wrath,
The Allods, our sacred lands, our realms,
In shadow or light, we shine, like beacons in the helm.

(Verse 3)
Aidenus may scheme in the shadows,
But the Empire advances, through highs and lows,
Tensess or Nihaz, the ancients' lore,
We build our future, we are the core.
Navigating storms, the Astral tempests,
Every victory, every loss, makes us legends,
Ehdia and Wanted, etched in history,
In Sarnaut's annals, we write our mystery.

(Hook)
Empire, we rise, tearing through the space,
In the Astral darkness, we leave our trace,
Wanted, we rule the floating islands,
Ehdia, in legend, our names are chanted.

(Outro)
From the Empire to infinity, our quest endures,
Ehdia and Wanted, our legacy ensures,
Among the stars, our saga is told,
For Sarnaut, for the Empire, our honor unfolds.

You can listen the song here : https://youtu.be/rQoceQdaI-Y?si=e_-p0wdufRowcOsJ

My Dearest Yasker,

I write to you now, though I know you can no longer read these words. The ink spills from my pen like the blood we once shed side by side, and yet, it is not battle that weakens my heart—it is the silence you left behind.

Do you remember when I first saw you? I was nothing then, a mere recruit, my robes tattered, my hands still untested by the art of summoning. You stood before us all, unwavering, a force of will so absolute that even the stars seemed to dim in reverence. I was drawn to you not by duty, nor fear, but by something greater—a pull I did not yet understand. It was love.



Foolish, reckless love.

I fought for you, bled for you, and in time, I stood beside you—not as another soldier, not as a mere Summoner, but as your equal, your companion. You saw in me what I could not see in myself, and you forged me in fire, turning weakness into strength, despair into devotion. When you asked for my hand, I thought my heart might burst, for the honor of standing beside you was greater than any victory on the battlefield.

Yet even the strongest warriors cannot defeat time.

I held you in your final moments, Yasker. I watched the life fade from your eyes, the fire dim, and for the first time in all my years, I knew fear. Not of war, not of death, but of the emptiness you left behind. What was I without you? What was the Empire without its leader?

But grief has no place in the Empire you built, in the war machine you created. So I rose. I took your banner and held it high, and in your name, I made the Empire the greatest power this world has ever seen. I recruited the strong, I crushed the weak, and I forged a nation that would never again kneel to anyone.

They whisper that I am ruthless. They say I rule with an iron grip. But they do not understand. I am what you made me. I am what you left behind.

And yet, in the quiet hours of the night, when the battle horns fall silent and the weight of the crown presses against my brow, I long for you. For your voice, your touch, the warmth that not even the fires of war can replace.



My love, my heart, my Emperor—I built this Empire for you.





And in its shadow, I remain forever yours.

With undying love,

Your Summoner, Your Successor, Your Widow.



You can listen the Theme Song created for this letter here: https://youtu.be/jy6SOG_1Oak

The Astral winds howled, but Lyra only saw him, Jaxx, the guild's rogue. His daggers flashed, a blur of deadly grace. "Jaxx," she typed, "you move like a phantom." He paused, a rare smile gracing his pixelated face. "Just doing my job, Lyra."
"No," she insisted, "it's more. Every shadow you dance through, every strike you land, it's... beautiful." She sent a screenshot, his avatar cloaked in shadow, eyes gleaming. "You're my shadow, Jaxx. And I think I'm falling for you."
"Lyra," he typed, a rare softness in his tone, "meet me at the Whispering Stones, after this."
Her heart soared. Even in Sarnaut's digital heart, love could hide in the shadows.